Wizards pursue the truth

The sky was gray and hazy, the blood-red clouds looked as if they were stained with blood, and blood-red rain dripped down in a drizzling manner.

The air also smelled of blood.

An ancient battlefield, with a battlefield altar at its center, covered with various marks of sword and axe cuts, as well as bloodstains, is incredibly shocking to behold.

The distorted light and shadow of the spirit recounted the battles that took place in the past.

The mere fact that this information has reached the outside world is enough to corrupt even the weakest lives, turning them into mindless, mad husks.

A golden wizard's robe, a tall and imposing figure, stretched out his palm, raindrops sliding down between his fingers.

Wang Ya looked up at the battlefield altar. It was magnificent, enormous, and exuded a rugged, ancient aura—that was his first impression.

Many other creatures were also observing their surroundings in the same way as him.

A projected star was overhead.

Some are blue, some are red, seemingly corresponding to the stars.

The stars above Wang Ya's head were pitch black.

The stars all emit similar light, but some are exceptionally dazzling.

This seems to represent the time when one becomes the king of a hundred victories.

Without a doubt, the obsidian star above Wang Ya's head was the brightest, shimmering with a unique luster, illuminating the hazy, chaotic sky.

As a result, many creatures in the arena focused their attention on him.

"Who is he, and why does he possess such brilliance?"

"Unfamiliar faces, not the familiar faces, that's strange."

A wizard seed from a nearby star-crossed land frowned as he looked at Wang Ya and said, "The information you gave me did not record this being, and I have never heard of it before. Could it be a rising star, a dark horse?"

"They must have used some special ancient witchcraft. It doesn't matter what happens first; the outcome will only be clear after the battle."

Some people sneered, perhaps harboring fear and wariness in their hearts, but outwardly remaining indifferent.

Many aspiring wizards nodded to themselves. Having come this far, none of them hadn't gone through numerous trials and tribulations, and none of them believed they were weaker than others.

Even the most dazzling individuals, if they were to encounter each other, would fight first and then talk about it later, giving it their all.

Wang Ya's eyes remained calm, as if he hadn't heard these words, and his gaze was fixed on the center of the altar.

A towering staircase, shrouded in mist, with flames burning on each level of stone pillars, resembles an ancient path to godhood.

Several magnificent figures could be vaguely seen standing in various corners of the altar.

They evoke completely different feelings and have distinct characteristics.

Whether it bursts forth, freezes, clashes and repels each other, or remains as deep as an abyss, it also gives rise to vibrant life.

The figure in the middle took a step forward, and his voice surged like a tide, sweeping across the heavens and the earth.

"The path to becoming a Star Lord involves a battle with every step. The victors continue forward, while the losers remain stationary until someone reaches the end of these 9,990 steps and stands before us. That is when the rankings will be finalized."

A figure clad in a red wizard's robe followed, his voice saying, "Death is not the end here. Particle energy and extraordinary spiritual power will never run dry. Every new battle is a new beginning. The conquest is endless, the slaughter is inexhaustible. Only by enduring blood and fire can one reach the highest point."

The figure in black and white robes stood with his hands behind his back, speaking indifferently, "Consciousness and spirit will be under pressure until they collapse. If you want to live, then you should decisively admit defeat. Stopping is also an option."

The black armor radiating a dazzling white light, the body was burly, and the faceplate covered the body, so that only one light source could be seen.

The announcement, seemingly delivered in a cold, mechanical voice, echoed, "This is also an opportunity. If you can gain some insight and understanding amidst the life-or-death struggle, you can acquire new strength, reverse the original defeat, and compete for higher rankings."

"Step onto the steps and prepare for the Blood Witch War." The blue-robed wizard spoke last, ending the conversation and commencing the true Star Lord Tournament.

The blood rain from the sky fell even harder, staining the steps of the ancient altar red. Heaven and earth wept blood, and the fighting spirit swept across the land. From the depths of the heart, a sense of sorrow and pain rose. Gradually, many strange phenomena appeared in the depths of the sky, which were images left behind by the past beings fighting on the altar.

The blood splashed up, and the resulting misty vapor obscured the five figures, making them seem like supreme deities guarding the five directions, their aura ancient, majestic, and imposing, impossible to perceive or fathom.

The altar is divided into four sides and is so large that many creatures cannot see each other. However, the moment they step onto the steps of the altar, they will be randomly assigned to fight together.

"I never expected that we would be assigned together."

The Lightning Wizard crossed his arms, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Demon Sea Wizard, long time no see!"

A tall figure stood amidst the rain of blood, her hair falling loose, her skin fair, ignoring everything, her eyes as cold as water.

The Lightning Wizard wasn't annoyed; he just sneered, "I've already figured out a way to break your Siren Dance. It's nothing more than the superposition of multiple ancient great spells, unleashing a qualitative change in power. Just break one of the links, and your Siren Dance will crumble on its own."

Some of the wizard seeds around them had strange expressions and their eyes were flashing, clearly indicating that they had some ideas.

The Demon Sea Wizard remained indifferent and ascended the steps first.

The Lightning Wizard grinned and followed.

"Wow, so many people! Xiao Wangya, we were actually assigned together. It seems like fate."

A deep red wizard's robe wrapped around Xi Ya's perfectly sculpted body. Her slender fingers touched her chin, revealing a faint smile.

"I can't wait to see what you're really made of."

"By the way, what is so special about the Nightmare Wizard that you admire so much?"

Moon Goddess Wang Ya thought to herself, "Fate my ass! I don't believe you didn't pull some strings and abuse that little bit of your capricious authority."

He rolled up his sleeves, clenched his fists, and walked up the steps of the ancient altar.

He made up his mind that once he encountered Xi Ya, he would definitely show her what the power of the Moon Goddess was all about.

It not only avenges oneself but also glorifies the majesty of the original body.

How could he allow himself to be pinned down by a woman?

Hans Christian Andersen opened his mouth, swallowed some rainwater, felt the blood bloom in his mouth, and a smile curved upwards at the corners of his mouth.

"That's more like it, something interesting."

"How can you succeed without enough fighting?"

"Only blood and fire can give birth to the future, and the younger generation of wizards in later generations are not too foolish."

He looked at the blood-haired figure beside him, the blood-red raindrops falling, reflecting and blending together perfectly.

"You seem quite agitated. Has something happened that I don't know about, Gray?"

You're overthinking it.

Gray suppressed his emotions again and restrained his mental fluctuations.

Hans Christian Andersen chuckled and said, "What a magnificent spectacle! Everyone wants to be the best actor. What kind of role will you be, Grey?"

The moment Wang Ya took his first step onto the stairs, the world before him instantly transformed, as if twisting and reversing, and a figure began to materialize not far away. (End of Chapter)