Wizard's Journey

Chapter 1085 The Sicilian World

The Sicilian world.

"The roots of the devil tree have spread to our feet; we have no hope."

At the Moyashan Monastery, a tall, thin, upright, and serious man held a broad-handled greatsword with some bronze rust on the edges, emitting a green glow. The halo enveloped the man, and his words carried an indescribable sorrow.

Beneath the man's feet was a floor paved with the most solid rocks of Moya Mountain. The cold wind, mixed with ice shards, blew from the mountaintop, freezing the tears welling up in the man's helpless and desperate eyes. With a "thud," he suddenly knelt down on the ground.

In front of you is a majestic female statue, sitting on a tall stone chair. In her left hand is a dazzling gem, symbolizing guidance to the light, and in her right hand is the Supreme King's Sword, symbolizing the supreme royal power of the ancient Sicilian dynasty!

Boom, boom, boom, boom...

An old woman with a wooden cane walked in, her back hunched over, her two cloudy eyes a blank white, and half of her face was burned away, revealing the muscle fibers underneath, a hideous and terrifying sight.

"The Emperor of Sicily is the strongest recorded ruler in the history of this world. A thousand years ago, the Emperor of Sicily led the world's most elite army to ally with the wizarding world to fight against a powerful evil invading enemy. He never returned, and now even my life is about to come to an end."

With each step the old woman took, a pale yellow halo appeared beneath her feet. Wisps of earth vein energy evaporated from the ground, which were absorbed by her deathly body and replenished her wrinkled skin.

The old woman walked to the tall, thin man's side, bowed slightly to the statue, and let out a barely audible sigh.

"Its roots are tearing at the spiritual energy gathered here. Even inside the Spirit Venerable's coffin, I can no longer hold on to my last breath."

The old woman seemed to be explaining to the man why she had come out.

With his high cheekbones and sunken eyes, the surprise in his eyes faded, and the man said in a low voice, "If the Emperor of Sicily hadn't taken away all the world's elites and disappeared without a trace, and if those lords and nobles hadn't been constantly waging power wars, plunging the continent into chaos, allowing that Devil Tree to safely pass through its most vulnerable infancy, how could this world have fallen into its current passive state!"

"Are you still blaming the Emperor for not taking you with him back then?"

The old woman heard the sorrow in the man's voice, and looked at him with her white, cloudy eyes, which seemed strange and mysterious.

The man remained silent, standing quietly as he gazed at the majestic statue, recalling the perfect woman he had once seen in his youthful ignorance—a woman embodying wisdom, majesty, beauty, and virtue. Back then, he was just a spirited and dashing young man, and although he had now become one of the top experts on this continent, he still could not forget the Empress's appearance.

In this world, no one can reach the level of supreme holy power that allows the Great Emperor to pierce through a mountain range with a single sword strike.

"You've misunderstood her. She was my most accomplished disciple, with a meticulous mind and outstanding wisdom. She kept you, who had already achieved some success, behind because she wanted to leave some hope for this world. The Sicilian Dynasty had signed a fate contract with that distant and powerful wizarding world, and could not betray it. The Emperor of Sicily also wanted to leave hope for the future of this world."

The man tightened his grip on the sword hilt, looking at the old woman in disbelief.

"Hope? I..."

Just as they were about to say something, their expressions changed simultaneously, and they were horrified to feel the entire world tremble.

From ocean canyons to the vast, turbulent sea, from the earth's lava to the mountain peaks, from the smallest of things to the very origin of the world, it was as if an immensely large entity had been violently placed upon this world. The violent tremors made everything in this world feel bewildered and uneasy, as if the end of the world was imminent.

"Could it be...?"

Old Ou and the man flew into the sky together. Looking out from the high altitude of Moya Mountain, they saw the wind and clouds rising and the lightning and thunder crashing on the horizon, and they could vaguely see the outline of a huge creature.

"The Emperor of Sicily!?"

The two thought of that name at the same time. According to historical records, the Sicilian Emperor's power had surpassed the limits of an individual, reaching a level where her moves could change the world. Every move she made was accompanied by the power of the world. No matter how exquisite the technique, it could not match the power of her sword. No matter how fast the speed, it could not match her power that was almost like shrinking the earth to an inch.

That level completely surpasses the realm of a Sword Saint. In that extraordinary realm, the highest level of Sword Saints is revered as a legend, and people call it the Sword God!

At the edge of the sky, on the Emperor of the turbulent and ever-changing winds, stands a colossal tree, thousands of meters tall, stretching out its vigorous form. Its branches and leaves are lush and verdant, and countless new life forms are reproducing and evolving around this tree, following a process completely different from that of the Sicilian world.

The swordsman and the old woman, startled, flew quickly in that direction. Could it really be the Emperor of Sicily?!

…………

After activating his true form, which spans a thousand meters, Green peeled back the gaps in the World Garment and looked down at the World Tree sub-body within the world.

"Hiss... He's actually grown to this level!?"

Originally, Grimm didn't take it seriously when the World Tree clone said that the seeds in this Sicilian world would only grow to level three in a hundred years. He thought it would be another easy task like the activated world, and everything would go smoothly once he opened the world's loophole.

However, when Green arrived in the Sicilian world riding on the World Tree's clone across the void, he confidently opened the World Garment, only to be greatly surprised by the Truth's perception!

The trunk of this Level 3 World Tree alone is already the size of a Seven-Ring Holy Tower Life Tree, towering into the clouds, and growing all the time.

Through the face of truth, powerful perception penetrates the surface of the earth. The World Tree's network of roots extends in all directions, reaching the far reaches of the world's perception. To move a sub-tree of this world out of this world is almost equivalent to moving half a continent. This is an impossible task, even for Green in his current state!

After a good half hourglass period, Grimm slowly retracted the six black flame arms that had been parted from the Garment of the World, allowing the cracks in the Garment of the World to be repaired and healed. His head, adorned with the Mask of Truth and bearing bull horns, turned to look at the World Tree clone in the void.

Although the purity of energy is vastly different, the volume they can support, both inside and outside the world, is extremely similar.

"Are you having trouble?"

The World Tree's will asked.

"No, this is simply an impossible task. The size of this World Tree sub-body is far too enormous; I have no ability to help it."

Seemingly prepared for this, the World Tree avatar, with its powerful will, said in a low voice, "It has not yet learned to condense the primordial energy of the world's regeneration. In other words, it is still just a tree parasitizing this world, not the World Tree or the Tree World. So... wait a minute."

(End of this chapter)