Wizard Immortal

Chapter 941 Traces of the Past

"A complete mess."

Adir rubbed his head, feeling a headache coming on.

Well, with his current strength, he can go anywhere in the entire Boundary Sea without any problems.

The title of "eighth-tier supreme expert" is not just for show.

In the current Boundary Sea, there is simply no other being like him.

Even so, if we were to get entangled with those former supreme experts in this place, things would become troublesome.

Adir was certain that even if those former supreme beings had passed away, they would most likely have left behind various traces in this world, and even various methods, in preparation for the future.

If Adir were to intervene, things would undoubtedly become somewhat troublesome.

This introduced many unnecessary variables into his original plan.

But thinking about it carefully, it doesn't really matter.

The purpose of this trip was to uncover the secrets of the World Tree and find an opportunity to break through to eternity.

It is foreseeable that this process will be extremely difficult, and even a supreme being like Adir might perish if not handled carefully.

Before arriving here, Adir had already prepared for the worst and anticipated the most difficult situation.

The difficulties we face are nothing compared to the worst possible outcome.

Adir sighed softly to himself, and this thought flashed through his mind.

As he perused the memories of these priests, Adir quickly noticed another important point.

These sages who appeared in the past generally appeared quickly and then disappeared just as quickly.

Even the longest-surviving ones do not exceed five hundred years.

Such a short time is almost nothing to these supreme experts, just a blink of an eye.

Why did these people leave? Where did they go in the end?

At this moment, Adir couldn't help but have this question arise.

Undoubtedly, these people came here to obtain the secret of eternity, hoping to find remnants of the World Tree in this world and thereby advance their own level.

For this purpose, Adir believed that these people, like him, were extremely determined and would never leave easily no matter what happened.

If that's the case, then why did these people disappear so quickly?

This question arose in Adir's mind, and he couldn't help but think about it at this moment.

It seems there are some secrets in this world that he doesn't know, which led these former supreme beings to have to do this.

The specific reasons for this will likely become clear to Adir in the future.

The thought flashed through his mind, and then he turned around and walked towards the main hall in front of him.

The temple before us was left behind by a sage named Element. The statue of that sage is restored inside and is currently on display. Judging from its appearance, it seems to have been there for quite some time.

In the memories of those priests, there seemed to be a legend that the saint had been active in this area ten thousand years ago, and had even personally been active in this place.

Adir was very interested in this.

So instead of leaving immediately, he turned around and explored the area as an ordinary tourist.

He walked through the spacious hall, glancing at the surrounding scenery, and finally, Adir stopped in front of a statue of a god.

The statue looks very tall and is carved from a unique blue-green jade. It depicts an old man.

Gazing at the statue, Adir remained calm, but as he watched, his expression gradually hardened.

At this moment, he could clearly sense that there was a strange trace remaining on the statue, which gave him an unusual feeling.

That was the aura of a supreme being, though it was very faint now, he still detected it and sensed it.

Things touched by an eighth-tier supreme expert will leave an imprint that will not fade even after countless millennia.

The statue before them still bears the aura of that supreme being, which remains vivid to this day, allowing Adir to clearly sense the traces and the terrifying aura emanating from it.

This supreme being is no weaker than Adir at this moment, and in some aspects, he even surpasses him by many.

Even at the pinnacle of the eighth rank, theoretically enough to master all the laws of the world, there is no doubt that different pinnacle powerhouses still have different focuses.

Even among the strongest individuals, there are always areas where one is inferior to the other; it's impossible for them to be exactly the same in every aspect.

"This aura seems somewhat similar to that of the progenitor of wizards, yet it also seems different."

Adir frowned, pondered for a moment, and then a thought flashed through his mind: "A wizard from the past?"

This supreme being, known as Element, possessed an aura remarkably similar to that of the Ancestor of Wizards, an aura akin to that of a powerful being who had risen from the ranks of wizards.

Most of them are connected to the wizarding system, and it is even possible that they are supreme beings who have risen from wizards.

Her relationship with the Ancestor of Wizards was similar to that of the Purple Maiden and the First King.

The Path of Bloodline was created by the First King, and the First World was also opened up by him.

Zi Nu herself was born in the Primordial World and cultivated the path of bloodline before finally becoming a supreme powerhouse.

To some extent, this is a relationship of inheritance.

However, this does not mean that later generations are weaker than the pioneers.

The two sides are only similar in some aspects of their own power nature. Apart from that, putting aside other factors, there is actually no difference in terms of pure power.

In Adir's view, the unknown supreme powerhouse before him was very likely a supreme powerhouse who had risen from the ranks of a wizard.

The past years have buried too many things, and even in Adir's memory, there is no trace of this supreme powerhouse.

I just don't know how many people like this there are.

The thought flashed through Adir's mind, and then he silently turned around and left the place.

Time passed slowly.

In the early morning, the sun rises again, shining on the earth.

As all things gradually revive, they constantly emit various sounds.

"To our Lord all things belong, He is the sovereign of all things, and the gentle and benevolent God."

In a vast square, an old man stood there, loudly proclaiming his message.

He was wearing a black robe that looked rather worn and tattered, as if it hadn't been maintained for a long time. It was patched and looked quite destitute.

At that moment, he spoke loudly to the passersby around him, delivering this speech.

However, the pedestrians around him only glanced at him before turning away and leaving without lingering.

Mola was not surprised by this and was not discouraged in the slightest.

He had lived here for many years and was already used to the attitude of the people around him.

Standing there, his face calm, he silently looked ahead and continued to speak loudly, proclaiming his own beliefs.

Time passed slowly, and before we knew it, the people around us dispersed. The once bustling crowd gradually thinned out.

Surprisingly, even after the crowd dispersed, some people remained standing there, never leaving.

He was a very handsome young man, dressed in white, who looked exceptionally good-looking and stood out from the crowd.

He stood there alone, unlike the others, he never left, just stood there, looking at Morola in front of him.

Why haven't you left yet?

Mola was a little surprised, so she smiled and asked softly, "Are you lost?"

The boy didn't answer his question, but simply smiled and said, "Mr. Mola."

"Why do you give speeches here day after day?"

"For what reason?"

Mola was taken aback.

He was just an ordinary missionary, as countless others had been, and he had never stopped.

However, in a world where sages are constantly being born and real miracles have been performed, his god has neither so-called miracles nor real feedback, so naturally people will not really believe in him.

His missionary work has never been very effective, and to this day, he has only managed to develop a few followers, which is hardly anything.

To many, all his actions were futile.

The god he worships and the faith he develops will disappear immediately after his death, leaving no trace in this world.

In this world, only those ancient sages can truly exist; those illusory gods are merely products of entertainment and are not recognized by anyone.

There may be some old missionaries who firmly believe in the existence of these gods, but many more people will go to the churches left behind by saints to pay homage to them.

"I have heard that only those who are saints in life can be elevated to gods after leaving this world."

Looking at Mola before him, the boy remained calm and softly asked, "Then, who was the sage who was the previous incarnation of the god you worship?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mola paused, speechless.

The god he worshipped certainly did not have a previous incarnation as a saint; otherwise, he wouldn't have had such a difficult time preaching and ended up in such a state.

If the God he worships is the incarnation of a saint who left this world, then he would probably have already established a church and is competing with the real churches.

However, he naturally couldn't say that in front of the young man.

"The predecessors of gods were naturally sages."

Looking at the boy, his expression was serious, and he said softly, "However, not every god will descend to earth so quickly."

"The holy body of my God has not yet come to earth."

"When he descends upon the earth, all false god churches will submit to him."

His expression was serious as he spoke with such solemnity.

"Is that so?"

Looking at Mola's serious expression, the boy couldn't help but smile.

(End of this chapter)