Wizard Immortal

Chapter 552 Time Flies

In the spacious and bright hall, everyone stared intently at the stone wall in front of them, their eyes shining brightly as they gazed at the contents written on it.

After a long period of translation, the text on the stone wall has now been completely deciphered, leaving only the last bit of pictorial content.

Following the vertical order, they looked down to the first picture at the end of the text.

The painting is large and exquisite, with every detail beautifully crafted, as if it were carved by the most skilled craftsman.

In the center of the painting is a huge coffin, inside which lies a person, representing a divine corpse.

At this point, in the drawing, most of the god's corpse had turned into bones, which meant that the god's corpse had decomposed to the point where even the last bit of flesh and blood would disappear.

Outside the altar, a thin wolf lingered, standing outside the enormous coffin, reaching towards the corpse of the god. The wolf's mouth was slightly open, as if it wanted to gnaw on something.

Looking at this image, everyone's expression changed slightly, and a feeling arose in an instant.

"This wolf... looks like it's biting a corpse."

"Is this some kind of attempt to devour the flesh and blood of gods?"

Amidst the murmurs of the crowd, King Guro stood quietly, gazing silently at the paintings below.

The following pictures are similar to the first one, depicting various wild beasts devouring the sacred stone, including wolves, tigers, giant snakes, and several other uniquely shaped creatures.

As they gazed at the pictures, a moment of silence fell over them. The reason was not anything else, but that the creatures depicted in the pictures perfectly matched the ones they remembered.

"The Demon Wolf God, the Giant Serpent God, the Mad Tiger God, the Demon God Hek..."

Looking at the creatures depicted in the illustrations, Sirulia's expression instantly changed: "Eight demon gods, they all match up perfectly!"

The so-called eight demon gods refer to the statistics of all the most powerful calamity beasts since the First Era. According to scholars, there are a total of eight.

The physical forms of these eight demon gods perfectly match those in the painting at this moment.

"So, the so-called demon gods are created by devouring the corpses of gods..."

Standing there, King Gu Luo muttered to himself, "The bloodline contract originates from the power of the divine corpse, the mist and calamity originate from the corruption of the divine corpse, and the so-called demon god devoured the flesh and blood of the divine corpse..."

"The divine corpse is the root of everything, the true culprit that has turned this world into what it is today?"

He looked up, feeling incredibly excited, as if he had found a new goal, and his whole being was filled with new vitality.

"What do you want to do?" Tarina, who had keenly sensed King Guro's excitement, turned around and asked.

"Of course, it's about finding that divine corpse."

King Guro confessed, his voice trembling with excitement: "He is the source of everything. Finding Him might unlock all the secrets and grant us supreme power, enough to annihilate all demons!!"

He stood there whispering, his expression filled with excitement, and his eyes gleaming with fervor.

Seeing his expression, Tarina shook her head: "That's not a good idea."

"If it's really as described in this mural, then that divine corpse is no good!"

Gazing at the stone wall before him, he said quietly, "The world was perfectly fine, but because of this thing, it has become what it is now."

"not to mention···"

She turned around and looked intently at King Guro before her, her expression one of deep concern and seriousness: "When that divine corpse first fell, the people of the First Era obtained it. But as time passed, faced with the corpse's decay, the ancestors of the First Era were unable to unravel its secrets and simply let it happen."

"What makes you think you can do what the First Age's ancestors couldn't?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around and walked in another direction, ignoring King Gu Luo who was still standing there.

Having already understood what kind of person her father was, she didn't bother to say anything more after speaking, and simply left on her own.

Beside him, watching Tarina's retreating figure and then looking at King Guro before him, Xirulia scratched his head and spoke up, "Although I'm not sure if these records are accurate, I also feel that this divine corpse is not a good thing."

"Rather than placing my hopes on the corpse of a god, I would rather wait for Lord Adir to awaken."

He said, "With Lord Adir's power, after completing the transformation once again, he has a good chance of killing the demons one by one and completely dispelling the mist while the demons are asleep."

"You don't understand."

Standing before Sirulia, listening to his words, King Guro gently shook his head, his expression remaining unchanged throughout, looking like a kind and amiable old man: "Foreign power is ultimately foreign..."

"Placing your hopes on external forces is always the most irresponsible thing to do."

He said this, seemingly deeply moved by the thought: "Without your own power, you rely entirely on others. What will you do if one day the Gluttony Demon turns against you?"

Upon hearing this, Sirulia paused, about to say something.

Before him, King Guro turned away immediately, showing no intention of staying to listen to his story.

Watching King Guro's departing figure, Xirulia opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

They led their team to search the ruins before them again and again before slowly withdrawing, and together they began to develop the ruins according to the previously agreed-upon plan.

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As matter moves, time slowly passes, and the passage of time causes the world to begin to change quietly.

In the second year after the fall of the Demon Wolf God, the place where Adir transformed began to turn into a terrifying forbidden area. There were often fierce winds raging inside, surrounding the entire region layer by layer. Even experts above the fifth rank could not truly enter it.

Meanwhile, as Adir's transformation takes longer, strands of calamity power are rapidly being absorbed within the misty region, used by Adir in his transformation to support the completion of the transformation.

As this process unfolded, one after another the foggy areas disappeared, revealing vast tracts of intact land, attracting the attention of forces from all directions to this lucrative prize.

The Kingdom of Kuma, the Empire of Guro, and the newly formed Kingdom of Yalian began to exert their strength, launching a major expansion northward. Relying on their advantages in intelligence and territory, they gained the upper hand and each carved out a large area of ​​land.

Vast territories were opened up, and a large number of new lords began to emerge. With the fall of a demon god and the death of many calamity beasts, the world entered a rare period of rapid development.

Along with all this, more than eight hundred years quickly passed.

Early in the morning, on a rugged hillside, several people were making a difficult trek.

They were a group of people with excellent looks and demeanor, with angular features between their brows. Although their clothes were worn and tattered from the long journey, they were still very luxurious.

"Your Highness, we'll be there soon."

Standing at the front of the group, gazing at the distant mountain range, an old man in black spoke, looking at a figure behind him with concern on his face.

He was a young man wearing black leather armor, with long purple hair flowing in the wind, tied with a red rope. He looked very handsome, but also had a kind of frailty about him.

The boy stepped out from the center of the crowd, gazing at the distant mountains with a strange light in his eyes. His weak voice rang in everyone's ears: "Is this the place?"

"The legendary Dira Mountains, the slumbering place of the gluttonous demon god Adir..."

"That's right."

The old man nodded emphatically, affirming the boy's statement: "Legend has it that the Gluttony Demon fell into a deep sleep, and over a long period of time, his body transformed into a giant mountain, which gradually evolved into the Dira Mountains."

"This is a forbidden area on the mainland. Those traitors have no way of getting in without proper credentials."

"I hope so." The boy sighed softly, turning to look ahead, his gaze momentarily lost. "But even if we get here, what can we do?"

"The empire has been taken over by those traitors. If we go out, we will be hunted down relentlessly."

He spoke softly, coughing several times as he spoke, appearing extremely weak, as if he had suffered some serious injury.

"At this point, there's only one way."

Before him, the old man remained silent for a while, and after a long time, he spoke again: "Use the most ancient blood sacrifice to try to awaken the Gluttony Demon God, in order to obtain the power to destroy everything..."

"Awaken the Gluttony Demon... is that even possible?"

Listening to the old man's words, the boy muttered to himself in confusion, "For so many years, countless kings have desperately built altars, praying for the Gluttony Demon to awaken, but in the end, they received no response..."

"What others may not be able to do, Your Highness Cardan, you may be!"

Before him, the old man said resolutely, "Your talent is the best I have ever seen since I was born. What the late king could not do, you may be able to do as well!"

"Moreover, now is the perfect time."

"The right time?" the boy murmured to himself, his eyes gradually brightening as if he had remembered something.

"Before Her Majesty Sirea died, she used her last bit of life force to predict the day when the Gluttony Demon would awaken, and the timing coincides with the present."

"If a blood sacrifice were performed at this time, it might be possible to awaken the Gluttony Demon God from its long slumber once more!"

"That's right..." Quietly turning around, looking at the distant mountains, the boy's expression gradually calmed down, no longer as flustered as before.

"Besides, now that my contracted beast is dead, I'm practically useless."

Gazing into the distance, the boy wore a self-deprecating expression: "Even without the blood sacrifice, I won't live much longer."

"If performing a blood sacrifice can awaken the demon god, that would be ideal, but if it fails..."

He paused, then a smile suddenly appeared on his face: "To die here at the sacrificial site, alongside the former kings, doesn't seem so bad?"

(End of this chapter)