Wizards pursue the truth

The Demon Lord, the Thunder Lord, and other beings remained indifferent, but silence was tantamount to indifference, and indifference was tantamount to tacit approval and support.

Clearly, the words of the creatures under their command reflected their own thoughts.

The Nightmare Wizard and Moon God King Ya's performance was amazing. As the inheritors of the Sun, they are full of confidence in their respective wizarding seeds.

This corner of the heavens is nurtured with the best resources, given the most outstanding inheritances, and selected as the strongest young beings through competition.

No living being is more powerful than them.

Similarly, there will be no dark horses that can create miracles that transcend their influence.

Everything is predetermined.

The slight loosening of the variable, the Nightmare Wizard, does not mean that it can truly change everything.

As their subordinates relayed the results of their investigation, everything became clear about the Nightmare Wizard's origins and background.

Even if a small force from the borderlands is exceptionally talented and becomes a dark horse for a time, so what?

The lack of foundational resources and the absence of high-level resources to supplement its core will be its biggest weakness.

If it encounters a true Sun Seed, it will revert to its original form.

There can only be one Celestial Spirit Wizard, and the Nightmare Wizard can never be the next Celestial Spirit Wizard.

The deity narrowed his eyes, which shimmered with light, making them difficult to fathom.

The thought crossed my mind: 'Even so, this variable is still concerning, and I want to eliminate it.'

This corner of the universe doesn't need any extra variables.

"The resources and heritage possessed by the Crimson Society are truly capable of nurturing such a being."

The stench of blood and mud filled the air, and his dry lips pursed as if trying to absorb the taste into his heart.

Gray looked up at the thick, blood-red clouds in the sky, the deep blue ribbons that stretched out like a scroll, and the sound of war drums pressed against the restlessness in his heart. He clenched his fists.

The crimson wizard's robes complemented the environment of this tiered space perfectly.

The vast plains and mountains stretch endlessly, with towering peaks and ridges that seem to go on forever.

Boom boom boom!

A sound even louder and more piercing than the sound of war drums echoed forth.

Mountains collapsed, and cracks appeared in the earth, revealing a terrifying giant with its head reaching the sky, its feet planted on the earth, and its body embedded in the earth's core.

You can't see the facial features or head; the mere movement of the limbs seems to stretch the world apart.

"Wang Ya, I really don't want us to meet again in a place like this."

"Whether Hans Christian Andersen recognizes you or has his eye on you, I will do everything in my power to stop it."

Gray's eyes were resolute. "Being controlled, influenced, and used is not enough for me alone."

Chi Chi!

The enormous hand resembled a falling meteorite, with flames filling the sky and the vacuum shockwaves generated by the shockwave spreading continuously.

Gray ignored it, even when the power directly struck him, blasting him into minced meat and scattering blood and flesh.

Every drop of flesh and blood was exceptionally vivid, and as if it possessed its own vitality, it coalesced into a new form a kilometer away.

He had no desire to survive; it was merely a matter of physical instinct.

Or rather, it's a deeper level of control, exceeding his authority to control.

One's own physical body, yet one cannot control it.

Even his sister, Diana, was unaware of the specific details.

Gray obediently raised his right hand, and an eyeball opened in his palm, rolling around.

The next moment, the particle energy within his body surged violently.

Blood-red threads burst forth, forming a vast net that encompassed heaven and earth, binding the limbs of the giant that supported the sky and tightening it relentlessly.

The threads seemed to possess a unique cutting force, making it difficult to break free. They continued to dig into the giant's flesh, and soon a river of blood flowed through this stepped space.

"roar!"

The giant, in pain, roared in anger.

A billowing yellow vapor emerged, attempting to dissolve the binding of the silk threads.

Gray watched expressionlessly, knowing that the other party was wasting their time.

How much tampering was done with the body that Hans Christian Andersen found for him, and how many backup plans were there, remains an unknown.

All the opponents encountered were bound and strangled by this vast net of threads.

This giant being is no exception.

Click!

The silk threads collided with the flesh and bone, producing a subtle friction sound that caused physical discomfort, much like being cut by a wire saw.

The giant's blood flowed more and more, almost forming a vast ocean. His lower body knelt in it, constantly letting out painful roars, unable to break free, and the sounds he made grew weaker and weaker.

Even with an endless supply of external particle energy, it is difficult to sustain the loss of blood from the body.

Most importantly, the thin red line seems to possess more characteristics.

It devours the extraordinary spiritual energy, bio-energy, and particle energy of the surrounding environment, thereby maintaining its own toughness and sharpness.

Finally, the giant turned into a dried-up corpse, its remains lying motionless in the river of blood, only its lingering aura pressing down on the surroundings.

"Wang Ya, I wonder if you still know me, your old friend."

"Perhaps they've already forgotten!"

A flawless version after careful inspection!

The eyes in the palm of his hand slowly closed.

Gray walked towards the next tier of space.

Hans Christian Andersen received the images that had been passed on, a slight smile playing on his lips. "I've never forgotten them, little Gray. You have no idea what a surprise your friend has given me."

"I can't wait to meet him in person."

The red wizard's robe clung to Xi Ya's body like a veil, enveloped in a faint red glow. Her beautiful eyes, like still water, stared at the creature before her.

It was as if he had seen through everything about the other person, which made them shudder.

"Woman, I don't like your eyes very much."

It was a being with both male and female characteristics, not a human in the conventional sense.

They look no different from humans.

"My name is Lone Star. State your name, and I will not kill nameless people."

It was confident, with a faint smile and a touch of arrogance on its face.

"I remember all the strong individuals, but this woman's information is unknown, meaning she is weak."

"The weak should crawl in the mud and dust, and should never raise their heads."

Lone Star frowned and said coldly, "Having seen me, you've even lost the ability to speak?"

Xi Ya finally spoke, "You're noisy and an eyesore."

"Not perfect, full of ugliness."

"Get out of my sight!"

Xi Ya spread her five fingers, and instantly a terrifying surge of particle energy condensed into a giant, lifelike hand, with every line clearly visible.

If Wang Ya were here, he would be able to keenly perceive just how astonishing the power contained within the energy palm truly is.

At the same time, each pattern is a rune, and there are thousands, even tens of thousands of patterns. Together, they form a terrifying witchcraft.

"Get out of here, you're not the one I'm looking for."

Layer upon layer of space shattered, and the black storm became docile under that palm. Heaven and earth were turned upside down, and the stability of the staircase space was lost to the greatest extent.

Click!

The crack appeared in the area where the lone star was located.

Then came the direct shattering.

The aftershocks of the power engulfed everything.

Xi Ya didn't check the result for Lone Star. She clapped her hands and walked directly into the next staircase space.

"Little Wang Ya, where are you? I've been waiting for you for so long, hoping you can withstand my slap."

Inside the spectator space, all the beings stared wide-eyed, unable to remain calm.

"This witchcraft, this female being... how is this possible!"

"The power of witchcraft is so astonishing; even I am terrified."

"Could it be another dark horse! An unexpected turn of events!" (End of Chapter)