Wizard's Journey

Chapter 1000 Overriding

Years later, in the void world.

The turbulent void currents were surging and powerful. We were already close to the edge of the world cluster. The void currents were significantly stronger than those around the Wizarding World. Even the two space fortresses, one large and one small, were not able to help but rise and fall and become unstable in the void currents.

"We've arrived, in the mountainous world."

The Soul-Devouring Kiss stood atop a vibrant red flower, its defensive shield perfectly isolating it from the power of the void.

Gazing at the distant world, the Soul-Devouring Kiss slowly extended its palm in a grasping motion, as if it were a greedy demon wanting to take the entire world into its grasp. Its voice was hoarse and low as it licked its red lips.

call out!call out!

A black and red scorpion king appeared outside the void, its pairs of compound eyes gleaming coldly as it gazed at the blue and green world.

The sky stretched endlessly, dotted with drifting white clouds, waiting for him to lead the Sand Scorpion Legion and these two terrifying wizards from the dark depths of this world's community to conquer this world and trample it underfoot.

"I will make the heart of the world's greatest mountain my sandy tomb, where my soul can slumber and enjoy a glory never before seen by any Scorpion King."

Black smoke billowed from the dark red bone spikes, and the ferocious scorpion king couldn't wait to unleash its true form, its size constantly expanding.

"Then, let me and my Sand Scorpion Legion lead the charge! I can't wait to see the day the tomb is completed!"

"Wait a moment!"

The Soul-Devouring Kiss stopped the restless Sand King, who looked expectantly at the silent Green beside him.

"The Holy Mark Wizard of the Tower of Annihilation is an assistant I invited from the wizarding world at great cost. With the war of civilizations imminent, no one wants to suffer losses in some insignificant native worlds. With him here, there's no need to rely on brute force."

The giant black and red scorpion, over a hundred meters long and symbolizing venom and tenacity, stopped. Pairs of compound eyes peered out from under its bone spurs at Green, the three-eyed wizard with flowing seven-colored runes and an annoying, smelly bird perched on his shoulder. He was a man of few words, but his presence was mysterious and eerie.

"he?"

With a suspicious look in his eyes, the Scorpion King looked on with some surprise.

With the Book of Truth in his left hand and the Abyss Magic Staff in his right, Grimm nodded to the Kiss of Souls, his three-colored eyes beneath the Mask of Truth gazing silently at the mountain world.

Under the vision of the intersecting lines and dots of the world's eye, which is closer to the profound truth, a flat piece of paper, much smaller than the wizarding world, floats in the void. On the paper, tens of millions of strange and unusual rules, with special patterns that are difficult to summarize, move about incessantly. These rules are a thousand or ten thousand times more complex than the seven-colored runes of Grimm's self-sealing technique, carrying out the internal operation and self-protection of the world.

"Mountain World..."

With a "whoosh," as Green's higher-level savage instincts expanded, black flames ignited on his body. Two large mouths on his chest, one crying and one laughing, shrieked noisily. One after another, black flame heads with horns of hatred emerged from his back, baring their fangs and claws, spreading ferociously in all directions.

In an instant, Grimm, having activated his elemental true form, transformed into a terrifying behemoth. His oppressive aura reverberated through the shadow world in the void as he walked step by step toward the world ahead, shattering the distant void worms into pieces.

"This guy's elemental true form is different from before."

The Kiss of Souls sensed an astonishing change in Grimm, not just a superficial change, but as if a terrifying monster was awakening!

"Hiss, the true form is actually this powerful?"

As the Scorpion King sensed the power of the black flame giant up close, he realized that he would have no chance of winning if he were to confront it head-on.

……

It no longer feels like being squeezed into a box; it's a higher level of perception through the Eye of the World.

At this moment, Grimm, who had activated his elemental true form, seemed to be standing on a giant scroll. Countless runes flowed across the scroll, preventing Grimm, who had transcended individual beings, from merging into it. His enormous body made it impossible for Grimm to sneak into the gaps between these runes as he had done before.

What Green needs to do now is to create a rule vacuum "loophole" among these protective runes that can be integrated into the painting!

The energy emanating from Green's powerful true form caused widespread ripples in the world's barriers, creating wrinkles in the picture. Instinctively, more rules gathered to smooth out these wrinkles.

A black, fiery arm pressed against the scroll.

Crackling sounds!

The runes of the rules stubbornly resisted the black flame arm, while more runes swirled around it. Through these fundamental truths and rules, Grimm seemed to see the world's inner workings churning with storms, lightning, and the primordial light of the sun undergoing an eclipse.

The creatures living within the painting looked up helplessly, weeping and pleading. If they hadn't entered the painting and hadn't been suppressed by the numerous rules within it, they would have been supreme gods to those weaker creatures!

Although I do not have the power to tear this painting apart, I have already broken free from it through continuous growth. This is the Lord of the World, a higher level of life that individual beings cannot comprehend.

With a deeper understanding, Green extended his other black flame palm and pressed it onto the scroll.

The arcs of electricity within the World Garment's rules pulsed, but this was not a world invasion at all. Rather, it was the wizard's development of the power of weak magic to manipulate the rules into art. His hands were like a pianist's fingers dancing across a black and white keyboard, a musician plucking the strings. Amidst the disbelief and incomprehension of the Soul-Eating Kiss and the Desert Scorpion King, he cleverly peeled back the orange peel in a completely new way, opening a loophole in the world.

"A powerful being from another realm, may I ask how I can help you...?"

A heavy, enormous mountain giant slowly flew out of the hole. Elemental creatures that are hundreds or even thousands of meters tall inside the world only flew twenty or thirty meters when they flew out of the rules of the World Garment.

Beneath the surface of the truth of the Green is nothing more than a bloated body composed of numerous impurities and lines, plus a tiny, gentle energy core.

The mountain giant looked up at the terrifying black flame giant that was trying to rush into the world's interior. The fear in his heart was indescribable. The time from the invasion to the breaking of the world's loophole was too short. So short that the weak in this world did not even have time to react, and had not yet awakened from their slumber that usually lasted for decades or hundreds of years.

"Get out of here."

A massive black flame hand descended from the sky, sweeping away the eyesore blocking the gap with a bang, sending shattered rocks flying everywhere.

A fiery soul bird head spanned ten thousand meters of void, swallowed the Mountain Heart which was being constantly eroded by the power of the void, and shrank back behind the giant, emitting a piercing shriek.

"Hehehehe..."

There were no more obstacles in front of him in the vortex, and the weak and terrified faces of the people living inside the rich continent looked up at him, all reflected in the three-colored eyes of the Fire-Eyed Giant.

(End of this chapter)