Wizard's Journey

Chapter 1495 Elemental Inheritance?

Ever since the day Grimm became a wizard, he has fantasized time and time again about whether he could one day come into contact with the pride of the wizarding world.

Since ancient times, this greatest pride of the wizarding world, along with the belief in changing the fate of world destruction and the resurgence of the wizarding world, has been imprinted in the heart of every wizard. That is the Staff of Destiny!

At this moment, Green and the first-ring True Spirit Wizard stood face to face, looking at each other.

One represents the ancient heritage of elemental wizards, while the other represents the development of a new generation of elemental wizards.

Above their heads, the Nightmare Gate opened wide, revealing countless pairs of evil and cruel eyes. Countless terrifying Nightmare monsters swarmed from the depths of the Nightmare, while some even more ancient and terrifying Nightmare Kings gradually awoke from their slumber beneath the earth, greedily sucking in and sniffing the scent of the wizarding world that had invaded the depths of the Nightmare. Their withered, dormant bodies were rapidly regaining life.

The corpse of the Ancestor of Humanity stood on the earth, its physique even more majestic than the most towering and magnificent mountain range on the Wizarding Continent. It roared with an ancient and savage aura, and its giant hand, which blotted out the sun, moon and stars, was nothing more than a tiny speck in its eyes, whether it was a thousand-meter-tall true body or a ten-thousand-meter-tall true body. Standing on the Wizarding Continent, it possessed supreme power.

Amidst the roar, the corpse of the Human Ancestor stretched out a giant hand into the Nightmare Gate, forcefully blocking the endless stream of Nightmare monsters from emerging.

however……

The Nightmare Gate was simply too large, like a flood bursting through a dam, continuing to rush out through the cracks in the Nightmare Gate that the corpse of the Infernal Giant King Abaddon had smashed open. The corpse of the Ancestor kept waving its arms, but it had no good way to deal with these tiny, fly-like creatures that swarmed everywhere.

The earth was a vast, crimson expanse, overflowing with lava. Heat waves swept up elemental energy from the air, and the blazing flames even repelled the dark red, pitch-black nightmare power.

In the vast, boundless crater, the corpse of the progenitor of mankind stood upright, unaware of the flowing lava and flames. The crater, which should have been perfectly round, had become irregular because of the fall of the true human form.

Right in the center of the crater is the Infernal Furnace!

The raging flames soared into the sky, forming a dazzling pillar of light between heaven and earth, burning everything in its path. Even though its creator, the Infernal Giant King Abaddon, had fallen, his indomitable fighting spirit had been completely solidified within it, an invincible force that would never retreat!

"Hmph, hahahaha! If I could use the Infernal Furnace as the heart of the world, with the near-limitless potential of this Infernal Giant King, combined with the power of the Soul Wedding Dress's Other Shore Yellow Springs Soul Sorcery from the first life, and the power of the Black Tower's Black Cable True Power sealing the power of the second life, I could use the power of the third life to leave the city into a completely new spiritual world, transforming the virtual into reality. One day, I would be able to grow into one of those illusory rulers comparable to the eternal rules and missions!"

Blackthorn stood atop the Void Starfall, the black infernal fire fusing with the golden flames atop the Infernal Furnace. The two were originally one, and Blackthorn was using his own will to cleanse Abaddon's will.

However, he was, after all, the King of Ebadam!

Even though it has fallen, the residual fighting spirit of the Forge cannot be cleansed and purified by Blackhand in a short period of time.

The battle between the sixth-ring True Spirit Wizard and the Honeycomb Eyepatch Mummy Nightmare King was just one of many battlefields dominated by True Spirits in the surrounding area. One violent energy wave after another, the turbulent energy traces could engulf some lower creatures at any time, and only a powerful creature like Grimm could stand still without making a sound.

"Grin, the Tower of Oblivion, you who represent the birth of the Nightmare Wizarding Rules in the Wizarding World, have been in the sights of us old wizards for a long time. Whether it was Nightmare Wizards, Abyss Body Refining Wizards, or Elemental Wizards, you could have chosen to join any of them back then. But do you still remember what made you determined to build the Elemental Wizard Tower on the Wizarding Continent?"

At this moment, the first-ring True Spirit Wizard suddenly said this to Green.

Green's tricolored eyes narrowed slightly. After thinking for a moment, he said in a low voice, "It's because of... the will of my mentor, Peranos."

"Hmph, do you know why your mentor gave you such instructions before he passed away?"

The first-ring True Spirit Wizard continued to ask questions.

"Isn't this the dying wish of Master Peranos!?"

Green took a deep breath: "It's you!?"

"It's less about me and more about a seventh-ring True Spirit Wizard! The Lever of Fate is the most sublime and supreme essence of the wizarding world. Whoever wields it holds the highest authority in the wizarding world, a position that has remained unchanged throughout history. The ancient tenth-ring Antonio created the Lever of Fate, and since then, mechanical wizards have been powerless to compete with the elemental wizards. After the Second Civilization War, I wielded the Lever of Fate, and elemental wizards have stood at the pinnacle of the world, holding the highest authority in the wizarding world..."

The first-ring True Spirit Wizard simply gazed at Green and spoke in a deep voice, as if narrating something perfectly natural.

"However, in reality, the Lever of Fate is a spell from a higher dimension! The Lever of Fate is called the Lever of Fate because it possesses the supreme power to defy fate and change destiny. It is so powerful that wizards who possess it will inevitably become dependent on it and indulge in its dreamlike power."

After a pause, the first-ring True Spirit Wizard's voice sounded somewhat breathless, as if he was quite tired.

"Perhaps because its very existence is a rift from a higher dimension, I can increasingly sense that inexplicable power at play. The more one defies fate through the Lever of Fate, the more the balancing rules reflect fate back onto the caster. Therefore, all wizards wielding the Lever of Fate are destined to die under its influence, yet we cannot escape its effects. Grin, you were chosen by the seventh-circle True Spirit Wizards as one of the fourth-generation inheritors of the Lever of Fate. Although you are still weak, you have already barely acquired the foundation to unleash its power!"

Taking a deep breath, the first-ring True Spirit Wizard extended his hand, which was tightly gripping the Staff of Fate, and solemnly said, "Grimm, now that the third-generation inheritors of the Staff of Fate, the second-ring and seventh-ring True Spirit Wizards, are unable to fulfill their mission, and I too am nearing the end of my life, unable to wield its full power any longer, are you willing to shoulder the responsibility of leading the wizarding world as an elemental wizard and ensuring the eternal continuation of the elemental wizarding lineage?! If you succeed in completing the sealing plan this time, without a doubt, this will be a sacrifice of the True Spirit, making you the protagonist of the world. With your potential, you are fully qualified to wield the Staff of Fate, lead the elemental wizards, and lead the wizarding world!"

Green couldn't describe his feelings at that moment.

Everything happened so suddenly, so... rashly!

It felt like a dream.

Beneath the surface of truth, Grimm's tricolored eyes gazed at the lever of fate in the hand of the first-ring True Spirit Wizard, pondering the words spoken by the first-ring True Spirit Wizard: high-dimensional spells, the great cause of elemental wizards.

"No."

His words were calm, but they were the result of careful consideration. Green, who had been deep in thought, suddenly raised his head and looked directly at the first-ring True Spirit Wizard.

"My ideal is to explore deeper truths and mysteries, to surpass the wizards of the past, to accomplish what they could not, to make the wizarding world a better place, and to save the wizarding world, not to claim supreme authority for the elemental wizarding lineage. Respected great First-Ring True Spirit Wizard, you have the wrong person."

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom...

Amidst the clamor of energy filling the sky and the earth, Grimm and the first-ring True Spirit Wizard seemed to have vanished into space and time, completely undisturbed. The first-ring True Spirit Wizard appeared to find it hard to believe what he was seeing.

The future development of this war of civilizations in the Wizarding World hinges on the decisions made by these two individuals at this moment.

"Alright, then... I'll lend you the lever of fate for seven days. Prepare yourself and await the return of the Black Witch King and the other true spirits to the wizarding world. I'll return it in seven days!"

The first-ring True Spirit Wizard gradually loosened his grip on the lever of fate and made his own decision.

(End of this chapter)