Wizards pursue the truth

"What do you think the power of rules is?" Andersen slowly raised his right hand, holding up the purple rune in his palm. The purple light illuminated the seemingly indistinct opening, which connected heaven and earth, instantly becoming as high as the sky.

"How can a tiny insect comprehend the boundlessness of the sky, the vastness of the starry heavens, just as you cannot comprehend the height of the power of rules?"

"Your priests' attempt to borrow the power of the rules is far too far-fetched."

"Furthermore, the Book of Fantasy Eve was given to you by me. Every wizarding word and piece of knowledge within it was recorded by me. The existence and characteristics of the Creeping Red God were also discovered through my research." Andersen's tone was somewhat mocking. "Your thoughts, your understanding, and the methods you rely on are so full of flaws that I have completely subdued them."

"Your talent and ability are far from sufficient to sabotage my plans," Hans Christian Andersen sighed. "As a supporting character, you have done your best and should accept your fate of leaving the stage."

Gray remained silent, his gaze unwavering, manipulating the wriggling avatar of the Red God. A web of red threads enveloped the heavens and earth, blocking Andersen's path. Many red nematodes had already taken root within Andersen's body, further infecting and transforming him.

The skin's blood vessels become activated on their own, squeezing out the mouthparts of worms from the pores and emitting hissing sounds.

Hans Christian Andersen glanced down at the fleshy nematode growing on his neck. Its mouthparts molted outwards like a skin peeling off, revealing bulging eyes inside, staring at him with undisguised malice.

He laughed and blew a breath into the eyeball.

Stimulated, the nematode abruptly closed its mouthparts, its writhing body managing to break free from the witch's restraints and fall into the void nematode tide below.

The void ocean formed by nematodes undulated like ocean waves as the lines swayed, creating a magnificent spectacle.

For creatures with trypophobia, this is probably the most desperate thing.

A crack appeared in the sky, and purple light burst forth from it, illuminating all directions.

Hans Christian Andersen sat cross-legged in the void below. In the area touched by the light, the nematode anomalies all vanished, returning to their original state.

The purple light seemed to be a savior, bringing hope to the world.

The face, which should have been eerie, appeared even more extraordinary against this backdrop.

"Grey, it's time for you to do what you promised."

Hans Christian Andersen opened his mouth, his upper and lower lips growing wider and wider, and the purple light crack behind him also grew larger and larger.

The purple light was like the nemesis of nematodes, destroying everything in its path. Even the ferocious and monstrous wriggling red god howled in pain when it was enveloped by the purple light, and its huge body knelt on the sea of ​​nematodes.

As the priest, Gray suffered an exceptionally severe backlash.

Purple light emanates from the heart, infecting and assimilating other parts of the sorcerer's body, causing them to lose their physical form as if turning into light.

He was powerless to stop it all.

His perfect self-control allowed him to understand many things.

A bitter smile appeared on his lips. "So everything I did, everything I thought, was within your sight and your control."

"That's how it is, that's how it is. The power of others can ultimately be restrained. I only regret that I am not capable enough to find a new path, let alone a way to stop you."

The wriggling red god disappeared into the purple light, and the area of ​​red nematodes that had mutated the world was also replaced by purple light.

Hans Christian Andersen shut his mouth and let out a burp.

Smiling, he wiped the invisible food residue from the corner of his mouth with his right hand.

"The conditions that needed to be met have finally been fulfilled."

"The final act of the seven great sorcerer bodies—spirit, consciousness, soul—will be performed by me in the grandest stage spectacle. Hehehe."

He sensed something, looked up at the sky, then looked away, seemingly as a subconscious action.

At the top of the steps, the Black and White Archmage also withdrew his gaze and looked at the Decisive Law Archmage beside him, saying, "I do know about the Wriggling Crimson God. It exists in the Crimson Realm, wields the power of a world, and its power reflects the heavens. As long as a sacrifice is performed, one can exchange for the power to be enhanced and project its true form."

"Just a controllable evil god." The Great Wizard of Red Leaf said mockingly, clearly looking down on him. "Have the young wizards of the mother planet truly lost their lineage, or are they simply lacking in ambition, without even the courage to affirm themselves?"

If they wanted to, they could do the same thing.

He illuminates the heavens with his own power, lending it to countless beings in exchange for lifespan, flesh and blood, vitality, and so on.

But not necessary.

For shamans of their level, the usual sacrificial offerings are no longer of any use.

Only things related to the daily realm can move them and make them care.

"The existence of the Wriggling Red God must have been around for quite some time. To reduce unrest, such evil gods should be kept within the realm of sealed knowledge sources." Grand Wizard Yuan Gu crossed his arms and yawned. "That purple light is rather peculiar, yet it feels somewhat familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere before."

"This wizard called 'Fantasy' has quietly reached this stage without a single defeat. It seems we've all misjudged him."

The Tide Wizard took out a deep blue crystal ball, with various magical runes flowing across it and manifesting in reality, as if he were deduce something.

After confirming that there were no problems, the crystal ball was placed into the sleeve space.

"This phase of the Star Gathering is nearing its end, and the first place in the Star Lord Tournament will likely be decided among the Nightmare Wizard, the Crimson Crystal Wizard, and the Divine Punishment Wizard."

The fact that the fantasy wizard was not included shows that the level of skill he displayed did not reach the highest level in their minds.

There is also a very obvious barrier.

The great wizards, whose chosen sorcerer races had been defeated and who had lost their chance to compete for the throne, did not look too good. They snorted coldly and turned their faces away, leaving the others with a resolute back view.

The Tide Wizard chuckled, "Our time for chatting and exchanging ideas is limited. After the Star Lord Tournament, the real brilliance of the stars will be determined by the manipulation and performance of your respective forces."

"I wonder when my term will end, and when I'll be able to travel to other worlds and see the heavens."

"Tide, you really are overthinking things. The Crimson Great Heavens are not yet finished, and new worlds and countless new universes are constantly emerging. If you want to realize this idea, it will probably take hundreds of millions of years." The Great Wizard Yuan Gu chuckled.

"Billions of years... if my existence lasts for billions of years, that's too long a period of time, and that's not good either!"

The High Wizard of Tides then asked, "What's the situation ahead?"

The expressions of the great wizards all became solemn.

(End of this chapter)