Chapter 1127

Chapter 1105 Ten Suns in One Sky, Four Emperors Rule Together! There are too many suns!

In the Rain Realm, the Macedonian witch dragged her heavily injured body back to her magical realm. She looked up at the Evolutionary Moon in the sky, her expression changing slightly. The Evolutionary Moon hanging in the sky of her magical realm represented Locke’s avatar, capable of pursuing her at any moment. Living in her own realm of supreme magic had brought her no sense of security whatsoever.

Supreme Magic: Seeking Truth—

What a domineering supreme magic!

Fortunately, with Locke’s current level, he was far from even touching the edge of Seeking Truth.

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Sixteen second-ring rain spirits said to the Macedonian witch, “Witch Queen, how are you? Your wound… oh my god, such powerful strength!”

One rain spirit cast several rain spells, but no matter how the rain washed over her abdominal wound, it did not heal. A powerful life magic filled it, the power generated by the first type of forest formed by Fang Tian Hua Tong and the Great Demon Sword Hu Lan Long Que. These wizards weren’t even second-ring beings; they couldn’t dispel it.

The Macedonian witch addressed the sixteen second-ring rain-summoners: “I have been severely injured due to a trap. Gentlemen, the Rain Realm is no longer safe. Withdraw all rain-summoners currently at war with the Empire. Form the [Three Thousand Rain Witch Formation] according to the witch formation I have given you. Protect me. If Locke Augustine or any other witches attempt to enter, kill them all without mercy. Resist with all your might.”

Instantly, a witch formation, originating from the cabbage boat beneath her feet, transformed into a diagram, spreading outwards to the various cabbage boats on the surface of the Milky Way. Each cabbage boat became a base point for the formation, utilizing the spiritual energy flowing within the Milky Way to create a unique witch formation.

Many aquatic cabbages also grew at the bottom of the Milky Way; these aquatic varieties were responsible for regulating and storing spiritual energy, and now they also supported this Three Thousand Rain Witch Formation.

The Macedonian witch sat atop the cabbage-shaped boat at the very core of the Three Thousand Rain Witch Array, determined to find a way to neutralize the power of the jungle. She then took out a magical cabbage plant—the Heavenly Royal Cabbage—and asked, “With my current level, could I use the Spirit Breath Cultivation Method to create a [Jungle]?” “

If I also had a jungle—”

“The life force of a jungle is mutually supportive, a rare product capable of suppressing spiritual energy. Neither my Heavenly River nor the Elven Empire possesses a jungle for suppression, hence their life force is scattered. Anyone can draw life force from our ultimate magic, as long as they have a slight skill. Currently, within the entire Creation Lotus World, only Locke Augustine, possessing sufficient spiritual energy cultivation, has a jungle. If he uses a jungle to suppress the life force of the Elven Empire, suppressing the life force of all things returning to the tree, then my ultimate magic will be at a disadvantage.”

“Damn it, Locke.”

The Macedonian witch took out a special white orb of light and began to heal herself. The injury itself was minor; the remaining jungle energy within the wound was an extremely high-quality magical pressure, difficult to remove. She could only use a special magical artifact to painstakingly extract this power from the wound within her soul shell.

“However, this also shows that my Three Realms Unity construction is indeed incomplete. If it were complete, I wouldn’t have lost to Locke.”

The Three Realms Unity was a concept she proposed at the Ancient Bloodline Factor Research Institute, an article published just two months ago. In fact, her theoretical system was inherently flawed, making its use in the competition inherently prone to problems.

The Macedonian witch pondered, “Misfortune and fortune are hard to predict. This time, calming down, healing my wounds, and re-analyzing the unity of the three realms might actually be better. The Tree of Perfection hasn’t fallen yet, but that Void Swarm won’t give up easily.

Even I haven’t figured out where the Void Swarm is hiding, only that it must be within the Elven Empire, which is the Tree of All Things system.”

“Locke, if you can’t handle the swarm, even without me, Edgar’s Tree of All Things will be severely damaged along with this world and fall.”

Inside the Azure Lotus World of Creation, Little Probus breathed softly. All the magical plants on his body had disappeared. Then he walked along a post road of the Elven Empire towards the capital. He saw that the trees on both sides of the post road were either damaged in the previous battle or had withered and yellowed leaves, turning the trees black. He looked down at the leaves of those trees and found that they were crawling with red spiders the size of fleas.

The roots of a fallen tree were also covered with red spiders.

Little Probus closed his eyes, used natural breathing, and sensed nature. His mind seemed to travel through countless trees and leaves, communicating with a vast number of trees in a very short time. Then he discovered that most of the trees in this world were infected with red spider disease.

“If all the trees in the world are infected with red spider disease, doesn’t that mean that this world might have no plants left?”

Little

Probus’s face turned pale. “If this world has no plants, then the ecosystem of this world will collapse instantly. It doesn’t even need all the plants to die; as long as the number of plants in this world decreases to a certain level, our world will be finished. This world will—will be destroyed?”

A rather absurd thought appeared in his mind.

When he was just an ordinary elven youth in a small town, he often thought about how to earn money every day. He would never have imagined that the world could be so fragile, that this seemingly powerful and boundless world could be destroyed in an instant.

“I must find the important figures in the capital. The seven suns can be put aside for now; the key is to repel the swarm, otherwise the elven empire will be destroyed in a short time.”

Little Probus headed towards the capital, only to see a large number of nobles fleeing with their valuables at the city gates, as if they were afraid that if they were a step too late, they would not be able to leave.

The swarm’s target was indeed the capital, or rather, the symbol of the Tree of All Things system: the Tree of Perfection.

Little Probus stopped a noble. “Sir, who is in charge in the capital now? The empire is so powerful, does it have a way to deal with the swarm?”

The noble ignored him and simply walked past Little Probus, fleeing out of the city.

But the next moment, Little Probus grabbed his collar, nearly causing the imperial elven nobleman to stumble and fall. He turned back and glared angrily at Little Probus. “You elven commoner, are you an imperial citizen? Why are you stopping me? There’s a plague of insects in the city, and I’ve heard that a large number of insect demons are heading towards it. Instead of fleeing for your life, why are you stopping me from doing so? What kind of logic is that?”

Little Probus looked at his bundle and saw a lot of gold peeking out from the seams.

“You must be Lord Congobu,” said Probus. “You are one of the three Grand Judges of the Law, the most senior elf in our capital. You ask me why? The 300,000 elves of the capital don’t have to do any work every day, yet they enjoy soft bread, tender and delicious butter, and fragrant and sweet milk sent from all over the land, and countless slaves serving them.”

“The citizens of the capital have enjoyed the benefits of the empire for so many years. And you are a noble among the citizens, enjoying the adoration of so many elves in the empire. Shouldn’t you stay here and resist the empire’s enemies when the empire is in danger? You hold a high position and enjoy all the riches and honors. Others can flee, but how can you?”

Congobu tried to shake off his hand. “Let go of me. I don’t care who you are, run for your life! The empire is beyond saving.”

Probus frowned, released his hand, and Congobu fled like a madman into the distance. At this time, many elven citizens of the capital were still racing to escape, while the slaves, for some unknown reason, were left behind in the city.

Little Probus shook his head at the absurd scene.

“Ultimate Magic – All Things Return to the Tree—”

“The construction was indeed a failure.”

The wizard spectators from the Rain Swamp were still reeling from the news of the Macedonian witch’s defeat. They watched the competition unfold, some dumbfounded, others focused intently. The competition was incredibly exciting, and Locke’s use of an avatar to suppress the Macedonian witch had quelled their malice; they no longer dared to criticize him.

The wizard spectators were still discussing why the Macedonian witch had lost, whether she could defeat Locke now that she had recovered, and how Locke should deal with the insect swarm alone.

Within the Creation Lotus World, the wizards, due to their internal conflict, had little strength left to fight the insect swarm. The only ones who could act were Locke and Haishan. However, Haishan was acting mysteriously and hadn’t made much progress in the competition. If she refused to intervene, the responsibility of resisting the insect swarm would ultimately fall solely on Locke’s shoulders.

On the judging panel, Dean John nodded and said, “As expected of a wizard who can devise a great magic, Seeking Truth, from scratch on his own. His combat prowess is indeed remarkable.”

Dean Faust nodded and said, “Indeed. The Macedonian Witch’s combat prowess is definitely not low; she has repeatedly achieved great feats on the new sea route. Whether it’s scientific research, teaching, fighting on the front lines, or establishing commercial markets, the number of markets she controls is impeccable. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to enter our wizarding land’s super project research institute and work there. But she still lost to Locke.” “

I’m very curious now, can Locke defeat the swarm?”

“Red Dragon Witch, what do you think?”

The Red Dragon Throne said, “Defeating the swarm isn’t the biggest problem. He can temporarily repel the Macedonian Witch, which means he can repel the swarm. The biggest problem is how to find the swarm. That’s the annoying thing about the Void Swarm. However, these juniors are already excellent enough. I want to ask you third-ring wizards, did you have this level of skill when you were young?”

Several third-ring wizards fell silent.

Dean Faust began, “Whether it’s the Void Emperor, the Rain Witch Leader, or Seeking Truth, they are all extremely powerful pseudo-forgers. We certainly didn’t have that level when we were young. However, the younger generation surpasses the older. It’s only right that these successors surpass us. If the successors are inferior to the predecessors, not only will the successors lose face, but we predecessors will also lose face.”

Dean Faust smiled and said, “This match has indeed been extremely enjoyable to watch. I am very satisfied.”

Dean Gray said, “Before coming here, I said that if the match wasn’t exciting enough, I would make Locke suffer.

Now it seems that those words were unnecessary. The excitement of this match is beyond doubt.”

The Dean of the Creeper Garden frowned. “But a winner still needs to be decided,”

said the Red Dragon Witch. “Then let’s see if any of these younger generations can solve the creation puzzle here.”

At the edge of the arena, five wizards dressed in white robes stood, gazing at the arena.

“This competition has brought together two individuals we need to invite: the Void Emperor and the Head of the Rain Witches. Though still quite inexperienced, they have already shown promise. Emperors are extinct in the current wizarding world, but in the Age of Law and the Age of Empire, these beings were the mainstream. As for the Age of Despotism, those Wizard Lords are no longer Emperors; they have undergone transformation. Wizard Lords are those we must eliminate.” “

Furthermore, wizards on another path have dominated two entire ages. Now it seems this age is doomed. We must attempt to summon back the Age of Law. Striving to restore the next age to the Age of Law is the duty of our Common World.” “So many wizards are

heading towards the path of Emperor; the White Wizard Association should understand what they have done.” “

Only those possessing sufficient goodness and abilities and wisdom far exceeding those of ordinary people, and who are disillusioned with the world, can possibly enter the path of Emperors. As for Probus, it’s a pity; he is no longer on the path of Emperors, he has lost his qualification.”

At this moment, the five wizards dressed in white robes seemed to sense something.

“A wizard from another path is approaching. We must leave. A king meeting a king, two dragons meeting, will bring misfortune.”

The five transformed into a white cloud and vanished.

At the same time, a swift landed on the grass where the five had disappeared. As the swift landed, a magnificent figure appeared. This figure wore a robe woven from the feathers of a hundred birds, shoulder armor made of metal, and a unique mask resembling both a phoenix and a bluebird. His figure was both real and ethereal; the grass he walked on was covered in blooming flowers, a scene of peace, the air filled with a tranquil yet powerful energy.

The bird-official wizard looked up at the illusion screen in the sky.

“The Macedonian witch—”

“I keep my promise and have come here to fulfill our ten-year agreement.”

The bird-official wizard looked up at the sky, his gaze immediately locking onto Little Probus within the World of Creation Lotus. His tone was strange.

“Two realities, one incarnation. One downward, one upward. A dear friend of mine in another world once sacrificed his own flesh to save a dove; today, a descendant of our world has such a heart, daring to verify the [truth].”

The bird-official wizard turned his head to look in a certain direction, where he saw a wizard riding in a magical carriage, rushing towards them. He was even stopped by the competition committee because of this. A wizard stepped down from a magical carriage. This young wizard, from the Land of Seven Mountains, looked up at the illusion screen and exhaled a breath of stale air. “Finally made it.”

“I thought I was going to be late.”

At the same time, another carriage, entirely purple and clearly made with expensive magical materials, approached from another direction. Wizard Grandet and the other Star Ring wizards quickly stopped this rampaging magical carriage. The wizards looked at the emblem on the other carriage.

They discovered that this magical carriage had come from the Star Sea.

A Moon Ring witch stepped down from it, wearing an ivory-white wizard’s robe. The robe was made of a special material, like silk, its folds flowing naturally, elegant and dignified. As the witch stepped down from the carriage, the expensive magical artifacts she wore drew the attention of many wizards present.

A Moon Ring Wizard whispered, “A wizard who can afford those robes and magical artifacts must be worth at least a billion.”

A Star Ring Wizard looked at the headmaster in surprise.

The Moon Ring Wizard headmaster whispered, “It’s normal for a Moon Ring Wizard from the Star Domain Sea to be wealthy. I just don’t know why she’s here. Judging from the magical artifacts she carries, unless they were purchased with loans, her savings in the Wizarding Bank must be at least a billion.”

The Star Ring Wizards around him gasped.

A billion?

So much money, all in savings—they couldn’t even imagine it.

This Moon Ring Wizard from the Star Domain Sea is incredibly rich.

Moon Ring Wizards’ expenses are extremely high, with exorbitant annual costs.

The wizards in the audience speculated about her purpose, sensing something unusual about her arrival.

As a result, the young wizard from the Seven Mountains was overshadowed by this Moon Ring Wizard.

The young wizard looked at the Moon Ring wizard, whose arrogant gaze paid no heed to the stares of the many wizards watching her.

“This is getting more and more interesting.”

“Teacher Link, I’ve finally arrived. I’m determined to handle the matter of Grandmaster Probus.”

He stroked a celestial ring on his left hand. This ring contained only one item: a gift from Link, a Sun Ring wizard and the head of the Academic Affairs Department of the White Wizarding Association in the Seven Mountains Wizarding Lands, to Wizard Locke. This gift was sure to be of great use.

Many wizards watched the match.

Inside the Creation Lotus World, young Probus entered the city. Scattered swarms of insect soldiers had already appeared, and no matter how he tried to stop the nobles, he received no help whatsoever; they all ran faster than anyone else.

Young Probus found it absurd. He was merely a provincial citizen, yet he was now racking his brains for the existence of the empire and the survival of the Tree of Perfection, while not a single one of the 300,000 citizens in the capital stood up to resist the swarm.

At this moment, Young Probus stopped a high judge, asking in a last-ditch effort, “Wait, I want to know where your empire’s regent is. I remember there is a regent here in the capital. At this moment, with the swarm attacking the Tree of Perfection, shouldn’t he stand up?”

—

“If the Tree of Perfection disappears, where will he go to act as regent? Whose government will he rule over?”

This high judge, with his elderly wife, was trying to flee the area. He looked at Probus with surprise, lifting his elven hood to reveal an aged face somewhat resembling Edgar’s.

“Do you recognize her, Lady Laplace?”

Young Probus hesitated for a moment, then said, “Of course I do, she’s my mother. How do you know my mother?”

The high judge took a half-step back, his pupils shrinking, seemingly extremely shocked.

“I—”

He glanced guiltily at his elven noblewoman wife, who, though aged, still possessed a captivating charm. His wife, however, remained unfazed by the striking resemblance between young Probus and the Grand Judge, displaying remarkable composure.

After all, the Elven Empire had clear laws: a child born to a slave remained a slave, so she had no reason to concern herself with the child of a mistress.

The Grand Judge asked young Probus, “Child, is Lady Laplace still alive?”

Young Probus shook his head. “My mother passed away many years ago.”

The Grand Judge nodded. “I see. She was a kind person; I always thought she was a very good elf. There’s been an insect plague here; you should leave quickly. We’re fleeing to a large city in the south. I heard the Dragon Masters are relatively safe. You can try fleeing south.”

Young Probus frowned, displeased. “Your Excellency, as the Grand Judge of the Empire, shouldn’t you remain in the city to resist the enemy when the Empire is in danger?”

The Grand Judge’s eyes flickered with uncertainty. “You really are like your mother. She was just as stubborn back then.”

“The Grand Justice?”

“There was once a famous Grand Justice who manipulated the law, using his skillful debating techniques to often send his opponents to prison through the courts. He played power games for too long, and as a result, he was collectively opposed by the army and hanged himself at the palace gates. At that time, the imperial laws were no longer able to govern the elven warrior legions.” “

What’s your name?”

Little Probus asked. “My name is Probus.”

The Grand Justice nodded and said, “Probus, you should also escape. Let us go; we must get out of here as soon as possible. The Regent has already fled with the Ancient Tree of the Sun. The Ancient Tree of the Sun was cultivated by the Regents from branches broken off from the Perfect Tree, the Saint Tree. They only need to find a place to plant the Ancient Tree of the Sun to replace the Saint Tree and form a small society. So the Regent has already fled south with the Ancient Tree of the Sun.”

“Young man, I advise you to cherish your life. We’re leaving.”

Little Probus frowned, seeing that the man was determined to go and that there seemed to be no way to solve the problem, so he could only loosen his collar and watch him leave.

The Grand Justice, with his wife, children, servants, and gold and silver treasures, headed towards the city gate.

At the city gate, the Grand Judge frowned as he looked in the direction of young Probus. He then stopped a level 5 elven warrior who was about to flee and ordered him, “Go over there and find an elven youth named Probus. Take him with you and leave the capital.”

The warrior hesitated for a moment, but the inertia of the hierarchical system prevented him from refusing the Grand Judge’s order. He could only bow and say, “My lord, I will find him.”

Having done this, the Grand Judge left with his wife and other children without a trace of regret.

After learning from his biological father that the Regent had abandoned the capital and fled, young Probus was still somewhat incredulous. The remaining citizens of the empire had led him to believe that the Regent would at least care about his honor and power and strive for it. He hadn’t expected these upper-class citizens to abandon the empire altogether.

Young Probus soared into the sky. The Peerless Path of Power, Leaf of Strength, worn on his chest, grew increasingly hot, its system rapidly analyzing the ultimate magic, Return of All Things to the Tree.

Little Probus flew out of the capital and landed on the ground.

“That towering tree isn’t the main body of the Tree of All Things; the roots underground are the true core.

“

He chanted a spell, and many roots surged from the ground. Little Probus waved his hand, and a green dragon vine appeared. The vine then reversed the flow, controlling the roots and sending them hurtling off in a certain direction. By analyzing the Tree of All Things in reverse, he had invaded its system and found the approximate location of the Ancient Sun Tree, which held a very special position within it.

In just one hour, Little Probus caught up with the Regent.

The Regent was a level 20 Void Forging Warrior, strengthened by the Ancient Sun Tree and granted him Star Ring-level magical pressure.

The Regent’s entourage was extremely luxurious.

Little Probus emerged from the jungle, attempting to join the entourage as a normal elf. “Gentlemen, I wish to see the Regent.”

“I wish to request that he return to the capital to fight the swarm.”

Six elven soldiers blocked his path with their swords. “Get out of my way, commoner. If you come any closer, we’ll kill you.”

“Judging by your appearance, you’re not an elven noble. What right do you have to see the King?”

“Get out!”

The Regent glanced at him from afar. “Drive that beggar away. Give him some money; he’s just here for money.”

Little Probus glanced at him and vanished from the spot. The next moment, he appeared in the capital of the second elven Regent. This capital was untouched by the swarm’s attack and boasted a thriving entertainment industry, with elven dancers performing throughout the buildings.

Little Probus walked towards the palace. He saw many elven dancers and musicians inside and tried to enter, but the palace guards blocked him with their spears.

“Commoner, get out!”

Probus said. “The capital is dangerous. I want to see the Regent and persuade him to use the power of the Ancient Tree of the Sun to help me. If he does so, the people will be loyal, and he can enter the capital and become the Regent in name and in fact.”

The guard laughed loudly, looking Probus up and down

. “Look at your ragged clothes, you’re obviously someone trying to scam food and drink. How dare you say you can help our King? Hahaha—get out of here, or I’ll kill you.” Probus frowned. “Are you judging someone by the quality of their clothes?”

The Regent elf, dressed in luxurious robes, walked out of the palace and scanned Probus.

“Indeed, this soldier judges a person by their clothes; that’s too superficial. Elf, you say you’ll help me enter the capital. I ask you, what’s your rank? How much wealth do you have?”

Probus shook his head. “I hold no official position, nor do I possess any wealth.”

The Regent Elf nodded, taking a sip of wine and chuckling mockingly, “Then let me ask you again, what academy have you attended? Did you study at the Imperial University? The Emperor has established academies throughout the land; graduation from these academies promises a bright future, laying a solid foundation for our empire.”

Probus replied, “My family is poor, and I could not afford to go to school.”

The Regent Elf nodded again, a knowing look on his face, and then chuckled mockingly once more, “Then let me ask you again, what achievements have you made within the empire? Have you ever held any important position?”

Probus replied, “I worked as a shop assistant in a pancake shop. That was my main job within the empire.”

The Regent Elf and the elven nobles who had come out with him burst into laughter. As they laughed, they exchanged wizard’s wine, as if they had just seen a clown. The Regent turned to the nobles and said, “Gentlemen, this show is far more entertaining than any of those actors’ performances! Hahahaha—”

The elves laughed heartily.

Probus shook his head, his left hand behind his back, and asked, “I ask you, Regent, you say soldiers judge people by their clothes, but aren’t the clothes they wear external things, and the official positions, wealth, and so on you talk about external things too? I’ve come to you now to urge you to seize the opportunity to save the Empire. Once you do, you will rightfully reside in the capital, instead of clinging to this ancient tree of the sun, guarding this corner of the land.”

“If you don’t believe me, you should ask me what to do, how to do it, and to demonstrate your power. But what I find most foolish about you is—you asked me a bunch of irrelevant questions.”

The elf regent paused for a moment, then threw his head back and laughed. “I’m dying of laughter, hahaha, this man is nothing, yet he spouts grand pronouncements, hahahaha—”

The nobles joined the regent in laughter, then the elven soldiers laughed too, looking at Probus as if he were a madman.

At this moment, Probus shook his head and vanished.

Next, he went to the third and fourth regents, hoping to gain the help of those who had climbed to the highest ranks within the Empire, so that he could better combat the swarm. But to his surprise, these regents, taking advantage of their distance from the capital, not only refused to lend a hand but also squandered public resources for pleasure in their own territories, even rejoicing in the loss of the capital.

One regent even told him, as he was being driven away, that he hoped the capital would fall so that the pesky swarms would no longer threaten his region.

Little Probus was rejected by seven regents in succession—or rather, not rejected, but rather dismissed as madness, believing his words to be those of a lunatic, and therefore none of them took him seriously.

The last regent watched Probus leave and laughed, “What a clueless elf. There’s bound to be a new joke in the empire; everyone with a brain will laugh at this fellow. He’s probably gone mad with poverty, that’s why he’s lost his mind.”

Probus wandered aimlessly through the city. He bumped into an elven boy who was holding a dirty flatbread and looked up at him in fear.

The boy was emaciated and pale, clearly having been starved for a long time.

The elves on the streets were all thin,

a stark contrast to the extravagant luxury of the seven regents’ courts.

Within the same city, the palace elves indulged in lavish feasts, while the common people suffered from hunger and poverty. Yet, under Emperor Edgar’s rule, the elven empire employed precisely calculated taxes, ensuring a remarkably light burden.

Seeing the elven boy remain unresponsive, Probus mustered his courage and ran past him.

At that moment, the image of the elven boy holding the flatbread overlapped with his own childhood self in the flatbread shop, and then he seemed to see Arvin, as if he saw his dying mother. Arvin walked towards him, as if confirming that his next move was right.

Probus’s gaze hardened instantly. The leaves of the Dao of Rivalry around his neck had completed the analysis of the power system of “All Things Return to the Tree,” causing his magical pressure to surge dramatically, leaping directly to the limit of the Star Ring. This immense magical pressure descended upon the entire Elven Empire, upon the seven Regent Elves and their courts, and upon the seven Ancient Sun Trees.

“This empire—seven suns are far too many! The elves will be scorched to death by these suns.

They are blind, arrogant, and decadent,”

Probus said. “The poison of these suns is greater than that of the insect swarm.”

“Right now, I will first destroy these suns.”

“Then I will go after the insect swarm.”

“The poison of the suns renders the empire utterly powerless.”

“Today, I will carry out the act of shooting down the suns.”

At this moment, his magical pressure descended upon the seven Ancient Sun Trees. The ancient sun trees trembled under his magical pressure, and the seven Regent Elves’ expressions changed drastically. Under that magical pressure, they could only kneel, and the elven nobles were forced to the ground, their faces pressed against the earth.

The elven nobles, who were enjoying themselves, exclaimed in shock, “What happened?”

“What on earth happened?”

At this moment, the Great Ming Dragon Sparrow appeared behind Probus, then he appeared in the sky. For some reason, the Vermilion Bird’s spiritual aura was exceptionally strong today, making him resemble a fire phoenix in the sky, filling half the sky with flames.

The Regent Elves were still confused about what had happened.

A Star Ring War Tree, seemingly a contingency plan left by Edgar on this land, threw a war spear at him, but little Probus simply waved his hand, and the war tree’s war spear instantly burst into flames, turning to ash. The war tree itself was struck by a fiery windmill and trapped in the fire.

Probus emerged from the flames, and the seven Regent Elves were dumbfounded, because Probus was the arrogant ordinary provincial citizen they had seen before.

“It’s him!”

All seven elves were stunned. Wasn’t that just a clown? A laughable elven commoner who tried to scam people everywhere, probably even a professional conman? How could he be so powerful?

In an instant, the seven regretted their actions.

They regretted not having gathered such a powerful force.

Probus looked at them and said, “When I wanted to assist you, I could have easily raised my voice and helped you retake the capital. But you are all hopeless. Suns, your light is too bright and too hot, yet it creates no value whatsoever.”

Probus was about to use a spell to annihilate these seven Star Ring beings.

After all, although they were all Star Ring beings,

the combat power of Star Ring wizards differed greatly from that of Star Ring beings from other systems.

But just as he used the Spear of Spring Return, wielding a second-ring Sea Gold Sand to kill the seven in succession, a spider’s leg emerged from the earth. This pillar-like spider leg blocked the spear.

Little Probus immediately understood.

One of the spider legs was pierced, the leg shattered, and countless smaller spiders tumbled out. The supposedly massive spider leg, resembling a pillar of heaven, had never existed; it was merely a collection of countless smaller spiders pieced together. At this moment, a large number of special parasitic red spiders crawled out from the bodies of these elven nobles. These red spiders had been parasitizing the elven empire for a long time.

These elves were the rentier class; they had received the greatest blessing from the Tree of All Things, so the spiritual resources they could obtain from parasitizing them far exceeded those from parasitizing commoners.

After all, within the Great Magic Tree of All Things, the ancient tree was a crucial storage place for spiritual energy, and the ancient tree had a pact with the elves, sharing power. Therefore, these upper-class elves possessed the most spiritual energy.

Little Probus, enraged by the incompetence of these people, abandoned the insect swarm and instead focused on killing the empire’s seven suns. Now, by sheer chance, he had directly attacked the insect swarm’s lair.

Little Probus was alarmed by one thing: all seven regents of the empire had been parasitized by the insect swarm. How much

of the Great Magic, “Return of All Things to the Tree,” had been invaded by the insects? Furthermore, why was such a powerful Great Magic so easily parasitized?

The same thing almost never happened to the Rangers and Rainmakers.

Why was “Return of All Things to the Tree” so fragile?

And these elven nobles—were they only deranged after being parasitized, or were they already like this before the parasitism? It was truly a mess.

At that moment, seven ancient sun trees rose, and in addition, the Garden of Evolution fell from the sky.

The surface of the Garden of Evolution was crawling with red spiders.

It was unclear when the Garden of Evolution had been invaded by the insect swarm, but they could still manipulate it. The Garden of Evolution landed on the ground and transformed into three suns.

These three suns appeared in the sky above the Creation Lotus World.

Seeing this, Little Probus showed no fear, but instead said contemptuously, “No wonder the elves live in such dire straits. I thought there were only seven suns, but there are ten.”

“And what is that Great Magic?”

The wizard spectators from the Rain Swamp were all surprised; the swarm could hide so well, some here, some there.

The parasitic ability of the Void Swarm was truly too powerful.

The immense magical pressure emanating from the Ten-Day Worm also worried them.

“The Ten-Day Worm—this is essentially a special evolution achieved with the help of two Star Ring Wizards. Unexpectedly, the swarm, seemingly under continuous suppression, has secretly evolved to this extent. Even if Edgar were still conscious, he wouldn’t be a match for this Ten-Day Worm.” “

This Ten-Day Worm seems to be a special insectoid creature formed by the Mother of Insects, combining all the power and evolutionary directions the swarm has gained since the start of this competition with the power of two Great Magics.”

“This creature is enough to dominate the battlefield of the New Path!”

Above the Crystal Wall system, Locke curled his lips into a smile.

“I haven’t figured out why the swarm could invade the Great Magic: Tree of All Things. However, I do know why it could invade the Garden of Evolution. The Garden of Evolution originally used the power of the Void Swarm. Mr. Probus, back then, to strengthen your Great Magic, you captured a part of the Mother of Insects’ body as the foundation of your Great Magic, didn’t you?”

“I guessed that before.”

“What I didn’t guess was that I thought the swarm was hiding in your Garden of Evolution, but I didn’t expect them to invade the Tree of All Things. Logically speaking, this level of invasion shouldn’t be possible in less than one or two decades. Why is Edgar’s Great Magic being invaded not only not slower, but actually dozens of times faster than the Great Magic of ordinary wizards?”

“Probus’s Great Magic: Garden of Evolution has been invaded by the swarm for many years. That’s why it can be completely controlled.”

Locke took out the solar trajectory data that Alaric had collected for him at the Cold Mountain Ruins.

“Ten Suns… these ten suns seem to have become special entities manipulated by the swarm behind the scenes. Dealing with them is indeed troublesome. If I and the Macedonian witch join forces, it might be manageable, but my avatar alone isn’t enough. Therefore, to eliminate these ten suns,

I must advance further.”

“The Four Holy Blessings, at this moment, are complete.”