Wizard's Journey

Chapter 1302 Escape

Splash splash splash splash...

The black spring water swirled and curved, chasing the Flame Soul Ten Thousand-Headed Bird in the void, both exuding a vast aura as they rushed one after the other into the deeper void.

"Annihilation Wizard? I once had a brief conversation with the Black Wizard King of your world. It was truly intoxicating power, a true form shrouded in endless despair, an unprecedented power of life and death. Although you have a trace of his aura, you are far too weak."

The Fountain of Hatred surged and roared, its waters rolling and crashing, as if ready to swallow and engulf the black flames at any moment.

"You actually dared to try to destroy my foundation. Just how much benefit did the Fountain of Eternity offer you to summon you here? Hmm? To be able to refine your body and energy to such an extent is something I have never seen before, even in my long life. Hmph, the wizarding world is truly fascinating..."

The Fountain of Hatred actually had a contact with the Dark Lord of the Wizarding World!

"I was not summoned by the Fountain of Eternity. My journey to the Great World of the Spreading Spider Mother is solely for the sake of one of my companions. If the Great Fountain of Hatred can persuade the Spreading Spider Mother to release my companion, you will gain the friendship of the Wizard's Will."

As a solitary traveler in another world, Grimm tirelessly extols the greatness of the wizard's will and promotes it, unwavering in the face of any hardship or obstacle.

Splash!

Amidst the raging void turbulence, the Fiery Soul Ten Thousand-Headed Bird and the Fountain of Hatred burst forth one after the other, flying deeper into the void.

"Friendship of wizarding wills? Hmph, your wizarding world is too busy to care for itself, waging war against another civilization, yet you dare to discuss friendship of wizarding wills with me? Perhaps thousands of years from now, even if you return, all you'll see are endless ruins, crumbling walls, and desolation. I've witnessed far too much in my long life, and you dare to talk to me about friendship of wizarding wills?"

Although it is called the Fountain of Hatred, Green did not sense a trace of negative energy from this black fountain. Instead, he felt its vastness and grandeur, the condensation of the eternal sovereign's soul.

"Moreover, I'm quite interested in the power of despair, the power of life and death within you wizards, hehehehe!"

call out!call out!call out!

In the distance, the three world lords who were chasing each other saw a 30,000-meter-tall, sky-covering, sun-obscuring fiery soul with ten thousand heads suddenly bursting out from the void storm, along with a dark spring that was chasing after them. They were so terrified that they could no longer care about their grudges with each other.

In this world community, springs represent the supreme and inviolable will!

Black flames blazed fiercely as the Flame Soul Ten Thousand-Headed Bird burst forth from the void storm, and its many heads noticed the three world lords.

A colossal black crystal beast and two strange four-winged birds, both at the level of fourth-level world lords, left the three world lords who were originally chasing them dumbfounded, staring at these two beings that exuded terrifying auras.

Compared to the Flame Soul Thousand-Headed Bird soaring through the black flames, and the Hatred Fountain clone chasing behind, these three small creatures, each several hundred meters in size, were hardly worth mentioning.

For all three, the sudden appearance of Green and the Fountain of Hatred was like an unexpected void catastrophe.

"This, this... this is the ruler of the Great Fountain of Hatred! Get out of the way!"

A four-winged monster bird flapped its wings with all its might, desperately trying to escape the vortex of airflow left behind by the enormous bird overlord.

The other four-winged monster bird was much less fortunate. It was swept into the vortex of airflow along with the black crystal behemoth and merged into the Fountain of Hatred that was chasing after it. Its whereabouts were unknown.

A rainbow fish appeared, swimming in the black spring water.

"Ahead lies the Misty Sand World. You used six worlds in one go to exchange for the Misty Flower of the Misty Spring."

With a splashing sound, many white bubbles rose from the black water, and wisps of smoke filled the bubbles. The Fountain of Hatred recalled this past event.

"Oh, it was the time we discovered the ruins of the Sin Lord in the Time Corridor... Well, we can't keep chasing after it at this slow pace."

Muttering to itself, the Fountain of Hatred, which had been swirling and chasing the Flame Soul Thousand-Headed Bird, gradually transformed into a gigantic hand that blotted out the sky. In the center of the palm was a sinister smiling face. After gradually catching up with the Flame Soul Thousand-Headed Bird that was flying ahead with its wings spread wide, it brought down a slap.

Roar!

Caw caw caw!

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The many heads of the Flame Soul Ten Thousand-Headed Bird looked back and spewed out a dazzling black flame beam. Several of the bird heads, amidst the interplay of light and darkness, extinguished arcs of electricity and twisted the light wandering in the void from all directions, surging towards the colossal hand that was twice their size and blotted out the sky.

The surging tides, the black flames intertwined with the water, the impact of extinguishing electric arcs, the vast void was in chaos, the violent energy and the power of the void annihilated each other.

The powerful sonic waves traveled into the unknown depths of the void.

However, the giant hand still landed and grabbed the fleeing Flame Soul Thousand-Headed Bird.

With a piercing scream, the Fiery Soul Thousand-Headed Bird struggled desperately, but was bound tighter and tighter by the black spring water. Its heads and the rolling black waves tore and intertwined with each other. After a stalemate lasting for almost half an hourglass, the Fiery Soul Thousand-Headed Bird in the palm of the Fountain of Hatred was at a complete disadvantage and looked like it was about to die.

"Eighth-level Overlord, Eternal Soul—what kind of power enabled the Overlord's Soul to undergo this qualitative transformation?"

In his boundless yearning and exploration of higher truths and mysteries, a cluster of pure white light suddenly appeared in Green's hand. It was the end of a stalk of hair that pierced through the balance rules of the endless world. Green's gaze was focused, and a scale suddenly formed between himself and the Fountain of Hatred.

In an instant, the hand of the Fountain of Hatred, which had been continuously closing in, suddenly froze and stopped!

"What, what did you do to me!"

The Lord of the Fountain of Hatred let out a roar of panicked will.

The more powerful they are, the more they understand the endless world, and the more insignificant they feel, like a tiny grain of sand in the vastness of the world.

The endless world is full of unknowns. Enveloping him at this moment, the crisis that was swirling in his heart gave the Fountain of Hatred an instinctive sense of crisis that if he hurt the other party, he was hurting himself.

"This is the power of the wizarding rules."

The black flames that filled the sky transformed into Grimm's little finger, and Grimm raised the light of the balance rules high, rushing towards the distant world that he could already vaguely sense.

It took quite a while for the fountain of hatred in the void to recover from its absurd state.

"Profound heritage! A rich cultural heritage! He possesses that profound cultural heritage!"

Greed and ferocity, desire and resentment, the wellspring of hatred was instantly filled with a flood of emotions; only a profound understanding of civilization can explain this ability to violate certain rules of balance.

Two updates today.

Yesterday, many people said that Grimm's words were inappropriate. Let me explain: the collective sense of honor among wizards is one of the main themes of this book, just like the setting of the fantasy genre. There is no reason for this; it is simply the story rule designed by the author. It is a story of wizards, not Grimm's fantasy of wandering through endless worlds alone.

Because so many people were talking about it yesterday, I spent half of the last chapter explaining it, and I guess some people will say it's just filler.

But if we don't explain, what will happen to the people who questioned us yesterday?

Whether it's watered down or not, Bailu thought about it for a long time today. It's not that the author's writing became increasingly watered down later on. If you put yourself in the author's shoes, the amount of information the author sees from readers every day is in the hundreds. If the author tries to explain each and every one of them, the information just snowballs and there is simply too much of it.

The further I write, the more careful I become, because as more people pay attention, they raise questions and comments, so the author has to improve and add more and more content.

Readers, however, often read from their own limited perspective, and tend to ignore content that they are not interested in but that some others are.

The setting of this story is too vast, and it is about to enter another stage of the system. According to the historical pattern in the previous story, just like when a wizard apprentice advances to become a wizard, and a formal wizard advances to become a holy mark, people will say that Bai Lu has been rewritten.

(End of this chapter)