Wizard Immortal

Chapter 592 Yasuo

A wisp of purple energy rolled and rose in place. Within the source, a purple mark shone brightly. At this moment, the mark seemed to come alive. Every texture and every stroke on it appeared so exquisite and beautiful, looking like the most beautiful sculpture, beautiful and moving.

As a large amount of source energy was poured in, a golden world gate slowly opened, and a bit of the source energy was quickly poured into it, rapidly entering this unknown world with the help of supernatural abilities.

After doing all this, Adir stood up, feeling the little source energy left in his body, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

"There are probably about 100,000 left."

After this journey, the original source power of over 800,000 was reduced to 100,000. The consumption in this process was naturally not solely for opening the gate to the world.

Having realized the cost of this journey, Adir understood that his original plan to test the waters multiple times was no longer feasible.

The amount of source energy required to enter the world of gods is too enormous. Entering once or twice is fine, but if you enter too many times, you will only end up losing more than you gain.

Instead of doing that, it's better to increase investment from the beginning and strive to get the biggest return in one go.

After figuring this out in his mind, Adir made a decision and directly invested the vast majority of his source power into it, grafting it onto that point of primordial will.

"With over 600,000 units of source power invested, even the chosen one of the ordinary world would probably only achieve this much. The resulting power of destiny is enough to ensure that my clone can rise to power and have a good start."

Standing still, feeling the depleted boundary energy within him, Adir remained calm, quietly thinking to himself, "With this foundation, and by carrying the memories and knowledge of the original body, it should be enough for my clone to step onto the central stage of that world."

The World Source Power is the most precious power in the world. The reason why those chosen ones and children of the world are so powerful, able to unleash their full potential when encountering enemies, level up by defeating monsters as easily as drinking water and eating, and survive no matter how desperate the situation, is precisely because they possess the World Source Power.

As long as the world's source energy is not completely exhausted, unless one encounters an absolutely certain death situation, one can find a possible chance of survival amidst numerous dangers, and thus one day soar into the sky and radiate one's own glory.

Adir grafted his own source power onto his clone, thus artificially creating a Child of the World by consuming his own source power, allowing the clone to enjoy the treatment of the Child of the World.

With such a start, coupled with Adir's own memories and knowledge, it can be ensured that this clone of Adir can go as far as possible to the end, and not perish halfway.

"I've done everything I could. Now, let's just wait and see."

Quietly shaking his head, after doing all that, feeling the depleted elemental energy in his body, Adir shook his head again, forcing himself to stop thinking about these things, and then left alone, preparing to find a place to rest.

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In the vastness of time and space, every moment passes quickly.

In a dimly lit place, a faint trace of blood energy was rising.

The earth was covered in blood, and on the surrounding black soil, there were some dark red bloodstains that looked dried, indicating that they had been dry for a long time.

This is a desolate battlefield. On the blood-stained ground, the corpses of soldiers lie silently, many of them mutilated, the blood on their wounds completely dried.

In the distance, some black, unidentified wild birds hovered over this place, seemingly attracted by the bloodstains, and lingered there for a long time, unwilling to leave.

The soldiers here all appear to be dead. On the edge of the battlefield, some figures are moving around cautiously, exploring their surroundings.

They were a group of people dressed in rags, who looked like residents of the neighborhood. There were adults and some children among them.

They searched the surrounding area, turning over the corpses lying around them, looking for something on them.

Clearly, this was a group of scavengers trying to find scraps on the battlefield; judging from their ragged appearance, they were obviously not having an easy time.

They turned over one corpse after another, trying to pull several bodies out from among the others and turn them over to better explore the items left on the corpses.

They didn't need anything precious; just a few metal objects and a piece of cloth that was still intact were enough to excite them, and they would carefully put it away.

They began their exploration from the edge of the battlefield, making their way to the center, and were somewhat stunned when they finally saw what lay within.

In the center of the battlefield, the scavengers saw a bloody hand suddenly reach out from among a pile of corpses.

This sudden and horrifying scene caused the scavengers present to widen their eyes in shock. Several of the women stared wide-eyed, instinctively wanting to scream, but the men next to them tightly covered their eyes.

They stared wide-eyed at the scene before them, their faces, covered in dust, filled with terror and fear. Overwhelmed by fear, their minds automatically recalled some horrific legends.

Fortunately, what happened next quickly dispelled these people's unfounded speculations.

"Not a ghoul! It's a human!"

With a suppressed scream, a person covered in blood and with long hair struggled to crawl out from the pile of corpses ahead and walked towards the outside.

Because his body was covered in wounds, the man who crawled out of the pile of corpses had a difficult time walking; it was more like crawling than walking.

He slowly crawled out of the pit filled with corpses, but then, unable to withstand the pain from his wounds, he collapsed.

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A sharp pain shot through his body, and a surge of intense fatigue and a long-lost hunger welled up from all over his body, reaching Adir precisely.

Feeling the pain in his body, he slowly opened his eyes and instinctively looked around.

Before me was a dilapidated thatched hut. The hut itself was not large, and the main structure was pieced together from scattered pieces of wood, with straw laid around it.

Because of the draft, as he lay there quietly, Adir could feel the cold wind blowing in from outside, causing his weak body to tremble instinctively.

After awakening, as his original spirit returned, bits and pieces of memories gradually flowed into his mind, causing a flash of enlightenment to appear in Adir's eyes.

This is a young man named Yaso Bakuru, born into a family of knights. He is the third son of the current Baron Bakuru and has received knightly training since childhood. He is taciturn and rarely interacts with others.

Three years ago, the Kingdom of Tamru, where Yasuo lived, was at war with several other countries. During the war, Yasuo was drafted into the battlefield, but his army was defeated and he was killed by an arrow. His young life was cut short until Adir arrived.

In my mind, all sorts of memories kept resurfacing, and every little trace was recalled again and again, finally transforming into a pair of clear eyes.

"This experience has a strange sense of familiarity..."

Lying quietly on a pile of straw, feeling the pain and coldness coursing through his body, Adir smiled, not paying much attention to the scene before him, but finding it rather amusing.

The scene before him bore a striking resemblance to his own back then. When he first arrived in the wizarding world, the person he possessed seemed to be a knight who had just fought on the battlefield.

Lying quietly on the pile of straw, smelling the unpleasant odor around him, Adir seemed to sense something and struggled to sit up, looking outside the house.

Outside, with a series of crisp footsteps, a girl dressed in old gray clothes with her hair tied up walked in, carrying a gray earthenware pot.

Upon entering, she saw Adir propping himself up in front of her and let out a startled cry.

"Oh, you're awake?"

Upon noticing that Adir had woken up, she let out a surprised cry, then bent down to examine Adir's appearance closely.

Having just awakened from his slumber, Adir's body looked terrible. His face was incredibly pale, devoid of any color, and he looked like someone who could collapse at any moment.

Nevertheless, after Adir awoke, his radiant, indomitable spirit, like that of the most valiant and fierce warrior, and his aura as lofty and unapproachable as a king, immediately caught the eye and made it clear that this person was no ordinary individual.

The girl stared at Adir for a while, then finally lowered her head shyly and put down what she was holding: "Are you hungry?"

She put down what she was holding, opened the lid, and revealed the steaming hot soup inside.

"It's cold outside, come and have some hot soup."

She put down the bowl and said softly to Adir.

Adir looked down.

In the worn wooden bowl before me, a little hot soup was steaming, with some local wild vegetables and a few small pieces of meat mixed in.

He examined the bowl of hot soup carefully for a while, and after finally determining that there were no harmful substances, he nodded and gave a polite smile: "Thank you."

After he finished speaking, he picked up the wooden bowl and took a small sip.

The bitter taste flowed into his mouth. Although it was warm enough, it had a pungent and bitter smell. It was far inferior to the delicacies that Adir had eaten in the past, and even compared to ordinary human food.

Adir didn't show anything, he calmly drank the hot soup, then returned the wooden bowl to the girl and thanked her sincerely.

"You're welcome."

The girl hurriedly waved her hand in thanks to Adir, then sat there watching him for a while before leaving.

(End of this chapter)