Wizard Immortal

Chapter 572 The Gate to the World

"Is this the place?"

Stepping out of the Emerald Tower and arriving at the main gate of the central hall, Adir quietly looked up at the imposing and solemn portal before him.

The enormous portal before us was golden, with a hint of emerald light within it. Within the portal, a profound mystery concerning the flow of the universe and the birth and death of the world was quietly turning, appearing as majestic as an entire world.

This is the Emerald Gate, one of the true foundations upon which the Emerald Tower stands, also known as the Gate to the World.

"I've seen the Gate to the World many times in ancient books, and I've always longed to see it. Now I've finally seen it..."

Gazing at the enormous portal, several meters high, and feeling the immense power of the world's creation and destruction, Adir murmured a heartfelt sigh.

Where there is a Gate to the World, there must also be a Stone of the World, which serves as the foundation for the construction of the Gate to the World.

If it were the Adir of the past, upon seeing the enormous world gate before him, his first reaction would have been to find a way to seize the World Stone within and absorb its world energy for his own use.

However, now that he has reached this level, Adir no longer needs to worry about a little bit of boundary energy.

As he opened up multiple worlds, through his ability to travel between them, a large amount of boundary energy was constantly being transmitted to Adir through these worlds.

As Adir's influence expands across more and more worlds, this accumulation will continue to accelerate.

With these conditions in place, Adir can now simply settle down peacefully and doesn't need to cause any more trouble as he did when he was weak.

"So, what do you think? Seeing the Gate to the World for the first time, isn't it spectacular?"

A hearty laugh came from behind.

Adir turned around and saw Kuru, dressed in a black robe and carrying a long sword, walking towards him from the end of the corridor behind him, smiling at him.

"It is truly spectacular. I have never seen anything like this in my hometown before."

Looking at Kuru walking behind him, Adir nodded and said with heartfelt emotion.

Having been a member of the Emerald Tower for five years, Adir has already spoken about his origins during this time.

Aside from concealing his transmigration ability and the way he acquired his bloodline, he had nothing else to hide, so he truthfully revealed everything, including the existence of the Maison region.

"Even in the higher realms, the Gate to the World is not something that can be found just anywhere."

Looking at the Gate to the World before him, Kuru's eyes revealed a complex expression: "In the entire Silver Domain, this is the only Gate to the World, and it is the last hope of our Elf race."

Standing to the side, listening quietly to Kuru's words, Adir nodded in agreement.

For a faction, the existence of the Gate to the World is a gateway.

With the existence of the Gate of the World, as long as the corresponding coordinates can be found, new worlds can be continuously discovered and explored, thereby plundering the external world and enriching oneself.

Therefore, in the High Realm, the standard for determining whether an organization is a major power is very simple: just see if the power possesses its own unique World Gate.

Having a gate to the world means having the ability to continuously expand outwards, which is very different from those forces that remain in this world.

However, even with the Gate to the World, the exploration of the outside world will not be smooth sailing.

Therefore, world wars exist.

"In this world war, although we are the main force, the people from the Central Tower and the Hall of the Dead will also participate."

Walking along the road, taking advantage of the fact that the Gate to the World was still open and there was still a little world left, Kuru kept saying to Adir, "There's nothing wrong with the Central Tower. Although some people inside are hostile to us, there are also some who are friendly towards us."

"What we really need to be careful of are the Hall of the Dead and the natives of the other world."

Hearing this, Adir frowned inwardly: "What form will this entry take?"

"It's both infiltration and a full-scale assault," Kuru continued. "The initial preparations for this world are complete; only the final finishing touches remain."

"Before that, someone needs to go to the other world's homeland and consume the world's consciousness in as many ways as possible to prepare for the later cleanup."

"Generally speaking, this period of time is not long. At most, it will be over in six months."

He paused, then looked at Adir and reminded him, "Professor Hemke previously advised that if you wish, you can go down later, in the last month, which will greatly improve your safety."

"No need," Adir said with a smile, shaking his head. "I'm all ready. Let's go in now."

"Alright." Kuru didn't try to stop you, but nodded instead: "After you go down, the Gate of the World will automatically add a layer of defense for you, so that you won't be quickly detected by the world's consciousness."

"However, you should be careful. The greater your influence on the world and the more active you are, the faster your defensive spells will be depleted."

"I understand." Adir nodded, then without further hesitation, took a deep breath and walked straight toward the Emerald Gate in front of him.

As Adir walked to the Emerald Gate, a layer of pale golden light enveloped him, and a faint, dim power emanated from the surroundings, gradually causing Adir's figure to blur and disappear.

Standing there, watching Adir disappear before his eyes, Kuru sighed deeply, hesitated for a moment, and finally turned and left.

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Ripples swept past my eyes, and a severe sense of stagnation came from my body, accompanied by a terrifying feeling that all my mental energy was being drained.

When his entire body reached its peak, Adir suddenly opened his eyes, and a new light appeared before him.

"This feeling is really awful..."

Awakening on the spot, feeling a suffocating sensation, Adir shook his head violently, speechless.

From a purely experiential standpoint, the feeling of being transported through the World Gate is far inferior to the experience of Adir's own supernatural abilities.

At least, when traveling between different worlds using his superpowers, Adir himself would hardly experience any abnormalities, but when passing through the Gate of Worlds, he would feel a painful sensation of his entire spiritual energy being exhausted.

Regardless, the teleportation was successfully completed.

Adir stood up and looked around.

Before me lay a dimly lit meadow, and on the surrounding earth, a dark plant was growing tenaciously, turning the land a dark color.

At the edge of the meadow, there were red bloodstains, and occasionally a few corpses could be seen.

The corpses were still quite fresh, appearing to have died recently. They were still bleeding and showed signs of life.

Adir walked gently to the corpses, stretched out his hand, and was about to cast a spell to read the memories of these corpses before they died, but then he was stunned.

"This feeling..."

Feeling the intense sense of rejection throughout his body, Adir was stunned.

The instant he mobilized all his magical power, a strong sense of repulsion suddenly arose throughout the world, sweeping in from all directions and entering his body and mind.

Faced with this sense of rejection, Adir's protective layer was like a thin sheet of paper, as if it could be pierced with a single poke.

"Magic cannot be used."

Soon, Adir understood the reason for the rejection.

This world does not allow the existence of magic. Therefore, the moment Adir used magic, the surrounding world immediately sensed it and automatically generated a rejection, exposing the true nature of this outsider.

Having figured this out, Adir immediately changed his approach. The original magical radiance disappeared, and a surge of pure spiritual energy flowed out, quickly entering the corpses in front of him.

As mental energy rapidly flooded in, a large number of memories accompanied by rapid mental feedback were then organized and categorized by the chip in the mind.

Soon, Adir acquired the language of this world, as well as information about the lifestyles of its inhabitants.

He glanced down, and then, with a thought, a well-fitting garment automatically fitted itself within the jade space, changing its attire in the blink of an eye to better suit the customs of this world.

After doing all that, he looked in a certain direction to the north, and upon sensing a glimmer of life there, he immediately and without hesitation strode towards it.

Not long after, a carriage slowly drove by on a flat path, moving forward slowly along the road in front of them.

Inside the carriage, a coachman sat quietly at the front, driving the carriage while cautiously observing his surroundings, seemingly wary of something.

The path ahead didn't look easy to walk on. The road was rugged, and although there was a well-formed path, it was full of stubborn pebbles and small potholes.

Traveling along this road, the driver carefully avoided the potholes, but in the end, the carriage still swayed and looked very unstable.

Not long after they had gone, just as they were about to reach a fork in the road, the driver suddenly paused.

Because in the middle of the fork in the road, a person was lying there quietly.

The person was dressed in gorgeous fabrics, had beautiful long silver hair, and an extremely handsome face that was unforgettable at first glance, like a peerless prince from a fairy tale, captivating hearts at first sight.

However, at this moment, the prince was covered in blood, with a huge knife wound on his chest, which looked like he had been slashed by a large sword. The wound was dripping with blood and was quite horrifying.

Looking at the man, the driver got out of the car to check on him. After feeling that the man was still breathing, he hesitated.

"What's wrong?"

A voice rang out from behind the carriage, followed by a disgruntled woman's shrill voice: "Wah, why did you suddenly stop?"

"Madam, something's happened." The coachman spoke hesitantly from the front: "There's someone lying outside, and they seem to still be breathing."

"Oh, but what does that have to do with me?"

The female voice replied, "Dear Waffle, do you intend to share your food money with him, or do you expect this poor woman to give up her meager provisions to support this traveler of unknown purpose?"

"I understand, madam." Hearing the woman's voice, the coachman hesitated slightly: "However, this traveler is very well dressed; perhaps he is a nobleman..."

"Why didn't you say so sooner?!" The shrill female voice suddenly grew louder, like a megaphone being blown to its maximum, making one want to cover their ears.

Accompanied by the sound, a woman quickly stepped out of the carriage.

This was a woman wearing a long red robe with short sleeves showing. She looked to be around thirty years old. Her appearance didn't match her sharp voice; she was rather pretty. If she didn't speak, she would be considered a woman who was pleasing to the eye.

She stepped out of the carriage excitedly and, following the driver's directions, immediately spotted the boy lying on the roadside ahead.

"OMG!"

Upon seeing it, she froze, seemingly forgetting what she had intended to say. After a long pause, she finally managed to utter, "Who is so cruel? How could they bear to harm such a beautiful child?"

"It must have been done by a passing robber." After carefully examining the boy's wounds, the driver came to this conclusion: "The wounds were caused by a knife. Judging from the wounds, it should be an ordinary kitchen knife, just cut quite hard."

"And apart from robbers who are really desperate to survive, probably not many people would use such an ordinary kitchen knife."

At this point, he added with a hint of surprise, "But what's strange is that since these robbers dared to attack people, why didn't they also take these clothes?"

"Who knows? Maybe the robbers had a change of heart, or maybe they'd already taken enough from this poor child."

Gently stroking the boy's long silver hair and gazing at the horrific wounds on his body, the woman sighed and said, "Come, Waffle, bring this poor child up here."

"I hope he can pull through."

The coachman nodded, then carefully got up and moved the boy into the carriage.

The carriage was quite large; besides the woman, it could comfortably accommodate several other people, and even a whole person could fit inside without much trouble.

After placing the boy on the carriage and treating his wounds briefly, the elderly coachman shook his head as he looked at the pale-faced boy before continuing to drive the carriage slowly forward.

(End of this chapter)