Wizard's Journey

Chapter 1858 The Hundred Demonic Ancestor

"Hmm! I smell it, the aura of a powerful being."

A monster embodying the supernatural, the bizarre, the fiery, and the violent, covered in dark scales, with a wisp of black smoke rising from the top of its head, and a ring of apricot-yellow eyes on its forehead, each eye possessing different abilities, its fangs gaping open in a cruel grin.

The monster held a long, forked weapon in one hand and a solar clock in the other, grinning sinisterly.

Having been waiting here for a long time, the Dark Gate continuously absorbed the rules of the Dark World and poured them into the Dimensional Digestor. The Dark Ancestors naturally sensed something was wrong, so they secretly dispatched this Hundred Devious Ancestor to search for the traces of the Beginningless Ancestor at all costs. Finally, after obtaining information about the Beginningless Ancestor, he was ordered to wait here.

After patiently waiting, the Hundred Demon Ancestor finally received the result!

Amidst the cruel laughter of the Hundred Demon Saint Ancestor, a long, bluish-gray snake was spat out from deep within his throat with a "poof".

Strangely, this bluish-gray snake was made up of many smaller snakes woven together like hemp rope. Its dark eyes were completely devoid of light. After spitting out this bluish-gray snake, the Hundred Ghosts Ancestor used his right fork to add the finishing touch, placing a pupil on the snake's eye.

sizzle.

Spitting out its tongue, the bluish-gray long wing, having discerned the direction of its loss of control, continued to circle.

Within the unique spacetime structure of the Dark Gate, the bluish-gray serpent appears to be a manifestation of the Dark Gate's spacetime rules. As the bluish-gray serpent continues to rotate, a spacetime tunnel leading to the core of the Dark World's Heart Altar gradually forms at the center of the vortex.

"Are you still in charge of guarding? Come in and get to work!"

At the Dark Altar, several Holy Ancestors are stationed year-round, and among them, one of the most powerful Holy Ancestors will surely guard it. Now that the World-Destroying Dark Flame has set out on its expedition, the one left behind here is the Day Shadow Holy Ancestor.

"Ahem, a True Spirit Wizard?"

The Holy Ancestor of Day Shadow rose from the edge of the altar, his figure shrouded in dark mist, and leaped towards the dark altar.

Opposite the bluish-gray serpent in the Dark Portal is a gray stone statue, half-human and half-scorpion, on the Dark Altar. Drops of dew slowly drip from the statue, emitting an indescribable, strange odor, seemingly some kind of body odor. One can faintly see the vibrant life contained within the dewdrops, with countless tiny microorganisms swimming in them.

Suddenly, the half-human, half-scorpion stone statue opened its mouth and asked, "Who are you?"

"I am the Holy Ancestor of Day Shadow, and who are you?"

The Dark Altar wasn't particularly large, at least compared to the Holy Tower Altars in the Wizarding World. However, while the altars in the Wizarding World were covered with dense runes, the Dark Altar was filled with all sorts of strange and bizarre statues, and this half-human, half-scorpion statue was just one of them.

"I am the Holy Ancestor of Day Shadow, and who are you?"

"I am the Holy Ancestor of Day Shadow, and who are you?"

"I am the Holy Ancestor of Day Shadow, and who are you?"

As the half-human, half-scorpion statue repeated its words over and over, the Day Shadow Ancestor was gradually petrified from bottom to top.

There are five Holy Ancestors guarding the altar. The other four also wanted to step onto the altar to enter the Dark Gate, but were stopped by the Day Shadow Holy Ancestor.

"You stay here and guard this place. The True Spirit Wizards have already invaded the main continent, just in case."

Click, click.

As they spoke, the head of the Day Shadow Ancestor had been completely petrified, standing lifelike on the altar, looking no different from the other statues.

……

The Dark Gate.

Baptized and cleansed by eternal time, the Dark Gate is like a giant pipe that connects the material and energy world with the deep illusory world. The life form that controls it will gain the ability to ignore the spacetime separation between the material and energy world and the illusory world, and will be able to unconditionally cast various sealing spells without the risk of backlash.

As the supreme rule that the Primordial Dark Ancestor strives to completely conform to, the density of the Primordial Dark Ancestor's will that fills the Dark Gate is astonishing. The Day Shadow Ancestor even has an unreal feeling of swimming in the blood of the Primordial Dark Ancestor.

"Dayshadow, this time, no matter what, we must capture this Wizard King, at least his magic staff, so it can mend the damage within the Dark Portal!"

The true form of the Day Shadow Saint Ancestor had just arrived and had not yet recovered when he was awakened by the command of the Beginningless Saint Ancestor.

Feeling the oppressive force of the Dark Gate, the mist of rules drawn from all directions by the Dark World is forming a vortex that is continuously pouring into the deep illusion of the dimensional esophagus. He only needs to follow the flow of these rules to see that he can descend into some bizarre and strange illusory world of rules with very low consumption.

"understood."

woo woo woo...

The spacetime barrier surrounding the vast dark gate resembled a transparent mirror, through which one could faintly perceive layers upon layers of powerful and illusory rules passing by.

No one knows exactly how many virtual worlds there are, just as no one knows how many world clusters there are.

"After all, he is the King of Wizards. Even within this Dark Portal, do you think it's possible for you, me, and Bai Gui to forcibly keep him here? Should we summon a few more Holy Ancestors?"

The Holy Ancestor of Day Shadows was skeptical about the idea of ​​forcibly keeping this Wizard King.

"No need, I have already completely locked onto this place. The way that Wizard King exists is beyond imagination, even I cannot understand it. Ordinary Holy Ancestors would probably just become his long-term supplies. I need the two of you to guard the two nodes of the Dark Gate. I have hidden these two nodes in two different illusory worlds with different rules. Even if we cannot defeat him, we will banish him there forever, unless we use that magic staff as a bargaining chip."

Wisps of dark smoke gathered and gradually formed the illusory head of the Primordial Dark Ancestor.

"He will definitely go to one of those two illusory worlds, and I will lay some traps in both of them. Even if I can't defeat him, it will be enough to keep him trapped there forever."

After speaking, the Dark Ancestor Wushi disappeared, leaving only a wisp of smoke.

"Sealing technique?"

As the Holy Ancestor of Day Shadow muttered to himself, his brows furrowed slightly. He soothed his severely injured body, and after a while, the tension and pain gradually subsided, replaced by calm. He said in a low voice, "Those wizards are skilled in various sealing techniques. Will they succeed?"

A sigh.

Over the years, as the war between the Dark World and the Wizarding World has continued and our understanding has deepened, we have become increasingly desperate about the power wielded by this strange civilization that escaped from an unknown world.

This is a powerful world with a dark and vast civilization that is simply unmatched by any other.

Standing at the pinnacle of this civilization are three great True Spirit Wizards: the First Wizard King, the Black Wizard King, and the Seventeen Ancient True Spirit Wizards. There are also countless other True Spirit Wizards of lesser rank.

In comparison, the Dark World lags behind the Wizarding World by generations, both in terms of its civilization foundation and its top-tier powerhouses.

(End of this chapter)