Wizards pursue the truth

The eyes of the black and white great wizard reflected the world manifested by Wang Ya's consciousness.

Everything modernized did not move him.

The technological civilization he buried was far too much to mention.

In the many universes under the management of Upside Down Mountain, technologically advanced and militarily skilled beings are often selected to become new members of the forces.

The ever-changing world unfolds before my eyes.

Every detail was laid bare before my eyes.

The boy on the hospital bed, from opening his eyes to closing them, lay in the coffin, buried in the earth, his body rotting and stinking, decaying into bones.

Until the mountains and rivers changed, and an earthquake collapsed, burying the graves even deeper.

The boy's body completely decayed and dissipated, merging into the mountain soil itself.

In terms of life, he is completely dead.

"The true meaning of death, the direction of death, is clearly heading towards the triple transformation. How did he know that? How did he find it?"

The black and white wizard stared wide-eyed, convinced he hadn't misread anything.

This is the right path to the sun.

He had lived through such a journey, experiencing three deaths and annihilation.

Ordinary beings born under the Radiant Moon, let alone attempting a breakthrough, are completely unaware of even the specific secrets of this knowledge, and are unable to open this insurmountable barrier.

Wang Ya's level is merely the limit of the Stars, yet he has accomplished what 99% of the Radiant Moon beings have never achieved.

Through his own wisdom, insight, and the advantage of his location, he directly gained enlightenment and even achieved some results while delving deeper.

"Is the world crazy, or is this kid just too weird?"

The black and white wizards gasped, their emotions, which had not fluctuated for many years, surged all at once today.

"One death is enough, and the second death is almost enough. This kid won't be so ambitious as to go straight through a third death."

To support a living being, to explore the true meaning and origin of death and annihilation.

No wonder it consumed so much power.

The black and white wizards were still somewhat puzzled. "The greater the potential and the deeper the foundation, the greater the price to be paid. Being on the bridge to the other side of the starry sky, the price is that I am bearing it for him. Even if it is a case of using a false image to reflect reality, it is still an illusion at the moment, so the consumption is too astonishing."

"My palms were sweating and my body was trembling."

The Black and White Wizard took a deep breath. He was the Sun Wizard, yet even supporting a single star-like being was causing him some difficulty breathing.

Could it be that the other party has such a strong foundation and potential?

The 'real' achievements of the future will be unimaginably great.

The black-and-white wizard narrowed his eyes, as if this was the only explanation.

But he still couldn't quite believe it.

That's absolutely shocking.

On the level of the Sun, this is equally inconceivable and unheard of.

"I refuse to believe that your one attempt at deception can drain me dry."

"I'd like to see what you can come up with."

The black and white wizards lost their temper and snorted coldly, "If you can truly die three times and retain your consciousness, I will personally pull you ashore."

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Within the void of black water, every living being encountered different trials, their consciousness manifesting in the world, originating from the heart, and utterly real.

Some encountered powerful enemies they had faced when they were at their weakest, and upon meeting them again, they were still unable to defeat them, were completely crushed, and fell into despair.

Some are tainted by the seven emotions and six desires, lingering there and finding it hard to leave.

Some are people he admires and looks up to the most, who turn against him, revealing their malice and vowing to fight to the death.

If one truly becomes immersed in it and cannot extricate oneself, the only outcome will be silence beneath the tide.

Whoosh!

The splashing of black water droplets, reflecting countless colors, creates corresponding scenes of the world.

The spectators looked up to observe.

Five figures stood on the shore, looking down.

In the world of consciousness, the divine son Solomon encountered an enemy.

The most respected and recognized creature.

He wore a long golden robe, his black hair tied back, and a black and white raven sat on his shoulder. Its bulging pupils stared straight at him, sending chills down one's spine, as if it were a predator at the top of the food chain, about to hunt and feast.

He had exquisite features, was handsome, and had a pair of black eyes that held a myriad of mysteries, as vast as the starry sky.

Black, white, and yellow mirrors float overhead, reflecting many worlds and strange regions, where bubbles rise to the surface.

A red thread is wrapped around the waist, and a heart hangs at the end like a pendant.

White boots, echoing the sound of ocean waves.

The black wings retracted, but when they unfolded, they would surely cause a cataclysmic event.

"Teacher, I think I've been looking forward to this day for a long time."

Solomon, the divine son, licked his slightly dry lips, a smile curving his lips. "Although I have no confidence, I still ask you, my teacher, to appraise my path as a wizard."

"Let me see just how big the gap is between me and the teacher."

"Godslayer!"

The Slaughter Wizard's eyes flashed with ferocity, his killing intent chilling, and he swiped his right finger across his brow.

A blue divine light shot into the sky, tearing apart the clouds, and a huge spear from beyond the heavens, its sharpness and aura revealed, crashed down.

The world was destroyed in that extreme sharpness and slaughterful aura, along with that transcendent figure.

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The scene that Moon God King Ya saw was beyond his expectations.

They returned to the Dark Tide region of the Starry Sky, to the Moon Goddess planet where their bloodline was inherited.

A tall figure, three meters high, shrouded in moonlight, looked down at him, holding a sword in his right hand. His expression was obscured, but it exuded extreme malice and disgust.

It was as if he had defiled the bloodline of the moon goddess.

Buzz!

The moonlight illuminating the dark universe transformed into starlight sword beams, sweeping across the land, determined to annihilate all those despicable individuals who coveted the bloodline of the Moon Goddess.

"Just kidding. I'm the one who picked up this Moon Goddess bloodline. You have no right to interfere."

Moon Goddess Wang Ya roared in anger, unleashing her own moonlight, transforming into a crescent moon reflecting a corner of the universe, and charging forward. Her entire body was composed of special particle energy, beautiful and magnificent, yet carrying endless killing intent.

"What I picked up is mine. I'll make a name for myself and spread the fame of the Moon Goddess throughout the heavens. Isn't that great?"

boom!

Endless light was scattering, and celestial bodies suspended in the starry sky disappeared, as if the universe had exploded.

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A scene of the world located in a corner of the black waters of the void.

There were no other fancy tricks, and no life-or-death battles.

It was peaceful, an ordinary wooden house with simple decorations, except for a book on the wooden table.

Hans Christian Andersen sat in a chair, flipping through the book.

The book is red with alternating blue stripes.

The cover read "Deep Blue," the words were ancient and carried a special charm, which made his face look very unpleasant.

On the opposite side, another magnificent figure, dressed in a deep blue wizard's robe, gradually materialized.

Although the face is not clearly visible, it has a lively and dynamic quality.

Andersen slammed his hand on the book and said in a somber tone, "The idea that something illusory can be condensed into reality is merely a thought in my mind, a fleeting idea in my heart. It's simply impossible."

The truth is, with that guy's abilities, it's possible for him to move from illusion to reality.

Hans Christian Andersen could achieve similar results during his prime.

Whatever you think about, you will get a response.

This is also one of the fundamental reasons why beings like them can return from countless years ago.

The specifics involved cannot be explained in a single sentence or two.

Hans Christian Andersen could not allow things to continue like this.

His bloodshot pupils revealed a hint of gray.

A world of incredibly complex runes was faintly visible, constantly appearing in the pupils.

Until the deep blue figure landed on the opposite seat and pressed down.

This space of consciousness was almost completely shattered.

The power of the runes is extraordinary and beyond compare; even the most powerful forces at the Moonlit Realm cannot even begin to fathom its extent.

That is a force belonging to the level of rules.

Under Andersen's subtle control, neither the outside world, nor the five juniors on the shore, could detect anything unusual; they were merely ordinary illusions conjuring up powerful enemies within the battle.

Although the rules of the Sun are transcendent and supreme, there are still gaps, and in some aspects, the gap is even greater than the gap in the fundamental nature of particle energy in the mortal era.

A subtle sense of crisis began to rise in my heart.

Hans Christian Andersen narrowed his eyes and reduced the intensity of the power of the rules.

Until all traces of the deep blue figure are erased.

He raised his head, sneered, "A random network. The Purge Council wouldn't create something so unnecessary. How can a true sorcerer emerge without bloodshed?"

"Livestock kept in cages will remain livestock for their entire lives."

"Even achieving the 'Sun' (a symbol of good fortune) wouldn't be possible under such circumstances."

Hans Christian Andersen walked out of the wooden house with his hands behind his back, looking at the world of books outside. It was like a three-dimensional image, separating heaven and earth, and beyond that, there was another world.

Just like the environment he was in inside the Crimson Book.

"How interesting! This battle of the stars is a gathering of heroes. Both those who should have come and those who shouldn't have appeared."

"Who will be the most dazzling actor on stage?" Hans Christian Andersen's eyes were deep, and through a unique perspective, he saw the world of consciousness belonging to Grey Brandy, and also saw his efforts to break free from control by treating himself as an imaginary enemy.

A slight smile played on his lips. "Those who consider themselves the audience are often just supporting characters on a bigger stage. Tsk, but Wang Ya Harak, your appearance truly delights me."

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Time slips away, and years are merciless.

In Wang Ya's world of consciousness, several hundred years have passed on modern Earth.

Technology did not continue to develop and stagnated.

As the population grows and resources are consumed at a relatively low rate, they become insufficient, leading to social unrest and a growing sense of unease among the people.

Until one day, war broke out completely.

Conflicts between nations, battles between individuals, and the scramble for resources.

All of this had little to do with the deceased Wang Ya.

His coffin and remains were integrated into the mountains.

The death of the organism, and the death in the memories of others, were completed.

Yet information still exists.

The entry of identities into the system remained as stable as a mountain, as long as order did not completely collapse.

But luck always seemed to be on his side.

Sixteen hundred years have passed since his death and burial.

The war left only one country on Earth, which was barely surviving by using its remaining resources.

The war continues.

For resources, it's a fight between our own people.

Two thousand years later, Earth's resources could no longer be mined, the last nation perished, and all kinds of technology, data, and records were destroyed.

The remaining humans struggle in the environment of nuclear winter, in a wasteland-like wasteland.

With this, Wang Ya completed his third death.

The place where Wang Ya was buried, an unnamed hillside outside Chengdu, is now polluted and irradiated, barren and desolate, with only a few crooked trees and no greenery.

Several bald crows, having mutated to have multiple claws, perched on the branches, emitting harsh, hoarse cawing sounds.

The next moment, as if startled by something, it flapped its wings and flew away from its surroundings.

Thick black smoke began to rise from the mountain, forming a sky full of black mist, an indescribable aura of death and annihilation emanating from it.

Even the harshness and deathly environment of the wasteland cannot compare to it.

"who I am?"

"I am dead."

"I'm alive!"

"No, I'm already dead."

The fluctuations of consciousness are spreading, carrying a sense of bewilderment. The fluctuations are transmitted very slowly, and most life forms cannot perceive them.

Or rather, this fluctuation of consciousness is more inclined to the magnetic field, amplitude, and information signals of the natural environment.

The black mist spread at an incredibly fast speed, instantly enveloping the entire City of Abundance and killing all remaining radiated life forms and surviving humans, thus sealing their fate.

It is a definition because all life touched by it vanishes without a trace.

Utter death and annihilation.

The fluctuations in consciousness made it impossible to control the black mist.

The black mist seemed to be itself, yet it also seemed to have separated from him, its state extremely strange and wondrous.

It was as if the memes of the triple death were superimposed, and the black mist he created infected all life.

Chi Chi!

After an unknown period of time, the entire Earth was shrouded in black mist, the sky lost its light, and all things fell into death and annihilation.

Freshness and life cannot exist.

This is a desolate planet.

The fluctuation of consciousness completed a holistic process of acceptance and cognition.

"I succeeded. These are my three death states, superimposed into a meme state, which is under a special definition. This state is not something I can control through my conscious fluctuations. When I tried to control it without accepting the cognition, it spontaneously spread globally. What will happen after my next conscious fluctuation completes the cognition?"

Wang Ya had no way of knowing because his current state was too unusual.

It's as if it has transformed into a more magnificent life.

Like planetary or celestial bodies, they are ancient, yet possess even more transcendent and incredible miraculous power.

His consciousness fluctuated, beyond what could be contained or altered.

The spontaneous spread of the backward black fog was far too numerous.

Rather than saying he transformed into the black mist of death and annihilation, it would be more accurate to say he became a puppet of fluctuating consciousness.

And it spontaneously generates a sense of unease.

It seems that if this situation continues, it will have extremely bad consequences.

Even to the point that his own existence and consciousness were reduced to death and annihilation.

Boom!

The Earth itself is struggling. The black fog has wiped out the surface and has begun to spontaneously invade the depths of the Earth's veins, extinguishing more life and vitality. The magma in the Earth's core is constantly flowing, as if it is about to erupt at any moment.

At the heart of the world, the struggle of the world's will is incredibly fierce. (End of Chapter)