Chapter 1148

Chapter 1125 I have lived this life, and this life shall be more just! (End of Volume)

Just as the Maupassant family’s Grand Elder was about to act, three wizard swords ranked among the top 100 on the list of famous swords were suddenly drawn. Three third-ring wizards from the Maupassant family used summoning magic to summon three dark green mantises from their swords.

The three dark green mantises terrified the second-ring wizards below, and at the same time, the mantises began to frantically devour the Grand Elder’s blood essence.

Immediately afterward, someone suddenly grabbed the mantis from their wizard sword, crushed it, and threw it at the Ancient Tyrannosaurus Rex King.   This is a unique method of breaking the curse used

by the Maupassant family.   The Maupassant family’s Grand Elder was both shocked and furious. “You are all my students and juniors, yet you dare to betray me! Don’t forget, it was I who founded the Fang of Terror!”   The chains binding the Ancient Tyrannosaurus Rex King shattered one by one. The Grand Elder of the Maupassant family abruptly turned to face the Ancient Tyrannosaurus Rex King. The Ancient Tyrannosaurus Rex King smirked, suddenly extending its dinosaur claw towards the Grand Elder. A pseudo-forged power at the Emperor level flowed with magical energy. Its claw seized the Grand Elder, attempting to tear him apart. The   Grand Elder, however, chanted an incantation. He used a wisp of spiritual energy to connect with the life force of a magical creature in another world, thus maintaining his immortality.   The Ancient Tyrannosaurus Rex King held him in its claws, letting out a soft sigh.   The Maupassant family elder burst into laughter, “You can’t kill me. I have all the living beings in the world to share the burden! This is the power of a summoning wizard standing at the pinnacle of a small domain within the summoning school!”   But the next moment, the witch Catherine produced a Peach Owl. The Peach Owl was a magical artifact crafted from a peach that never falls, a peach that, in the wizarding world, is said to suppress a hundred demons and an owl that quells a hundred monsters. This Peach Owl was cultivated by the Dragon View Peach King in the Dragon View Peach Garden, and the Dragon View Sacred Peach is a representative of superior magical plants!   At this moment, the Peach Owl pierced his chest, severing his connection to the summoning power of that world and ending his immortality.   The Ancient Tyrant Dragon King sensed that with the summoner’s magic broken, he was about to return to the past, so he tightly gripped the Maupassant family elder.   ”It was you who built this entire magical system based on enslaving me.”   The Maupassant family elder glared at the witch Catherine and the three traitors, then quickly said to the ancient Tyrannosaurus Rex King, “Even if you kill me, you cannot break our family’s magic. The suppression of your lineage remains.”

“Please spare me.”

The Ancient Tyrannosaurus King grabbed him with its claws, intending to kill him at the critical moment when his magic backfired and his life-saving trump card was broken by Peach Owl.

The Maupassant family’s Grand Elder’s expression changed. He realized the Ancient Tyrannosaurus King was about to mobilize hundreds of Emperor-level pseudo-forges to kill him. At the crucial moment, he chanted a spell, forcibly squeezing out a great deal of his magic even with the spiritual connection broken, establishing a spiritual link with the Ancient Tyrannosaurus race. Thus, in the distant past, the entire Ancient Tyrannosaurus race, which had signed a Tyrannosaurus Legion pact with him—the reptilian race that dominated the wizarding world in that era—would have to bear the consequences for him.

The Grand Elder threatened, “King of the Tyrannosaurus Rex, if you dare kill me, you are killing your entire race!”

The Ancient Tyrannosaurus Rex King, now freed from its restraints, could unleash its full power. Its overwhelming magical pressure suppressed all the wizards present. Although it only possessed a collection of pseudo-forging-level achievements, each one possessed terrifying magical pressure—the power accumulated from its past rule over the wizarding world, gathering resources from across the globe. The magical pressure of these pseudo-forging achievements was unbelievable.

However, it was about to return to its original timeline.

And at this moment, it only wanted to attack the Grand Elder.

A spatial rift appeared behind the Ancient Tyrannosaurus Rex King, revealing an incredibly powerful summoning magic achievement—a type of summoning gate that ordinary summoning wizards could not open.

The Ancient Tyrannosaurus Rex King was swallowed by the spacetime rift. First, his entire body was engulfed, then his tail and twins, followed by his claws. The Maupassant family elder initially thought he had survived, as the three ancient kings, now fully powered, hadn’t had a chance to attack him before being swallowed by the rift.

But the next moment, the Ancient Tyrannosaurus Rex King’s sinister and brutal voice reached his ears.

“The wizard I hate.”

“Let’s go to my era together.”

“In that era, I will find a way to kill you sooner or later.”

The Maupassant family elder’s expression changed drastically. “How is that possible? You’re taking me back to your time; that violates the rules of spacetime.”

The Ancient Tyrannosaurus Rex King let out a brutal laugh. “What do you take me for? I am an evolutionary miracle standing at the pinnacle of an era, a convergence of all the evolutionary potential of my entire race. Haven’t I done enough things that violate spacetime? Summoner, this is the risk you need to take for summoning me.”

“Now I will turn against you.”

“Interesting wizards, thank you for the gift you’ve given me. Perhaps in my time, I can use his knowledge to change the fate of my entire era. Will you still exist then? Hahahaha—” The next

moment, the hundred fake forges behind him released magical light. Then, he forcefully defied the rules of spacetime, using his dragon claws to grab the Maupassant family’s elder and drag him into a spacetime rift.

When the rift closed, the group of wizards, including those from the Maupassant family, were dumbfounded.

This was the first time a wizard from the Summoning School had been forcibly dragged into a past era across time by his own summoned creatures.

It was the first time this had happened because the ancient Tyrannosaurus Rex era was extremely distant, so distant that no wizards should have existed there, yet now, due to the magical backlash from the Summoning School, a throne wizard had been forcibly dragged back.

At this moment, the Maupassant family’s second elder forced a smile.

“Without the First Elder, won’t it be much easier for us to evaluate the throne in the future? We don’t have a top expert in the field of Tyrannosaurus Rex summoning anymore. If we consolidate his experimental data, wouldn’t we be able to take his place?”

The Third Elder of the Maupassant family asked a crucial question. “But it seems there was a very serious experimental accident just now

. “

“The Three Ancient Kings transported the Throne Wizard to his own era; who knows what will happen? Will the White Wizard Association ban experiments on trans-temporal summoning magic because of this?”

The Fourth Elder of the Maupassant family pondered for a moment and said, “We can’t throw the baby out with the bathwater. I actually think this phenomenon is a good entry point for researching trans-temporal summoning magic.”

Meanwhile, the witch Catherine looked towards the distant Lightning Demon. She placed the Peach Owl on the Sacred Peach Bow, aiming it at the Lightning Demon. Seeing Catherine aiming the Peach Owl at him, the Lightning Demon immediately felt a great threat.

While the three Throne Power Magicians before him possessed formidable power magic, wielding a multitude of wave magics and unparalleled wave punches, which instilled a sense of apprehension in him, the threat posed by that Peach Owl still outweighed that of the three Throne Power Magicians.

The Lightning Great Demon God pondered: “Catherine’s Sacred Peach genus of magical plants is the type genus of the Peach subclass. The Rose subclass is not a minor category; it’s a class with the potential to contend for the strongest magical plant category. And that Peach Owl is made from a peach from the Sacred Peach Tree magical plant. If I were hit by a Peach Owl of this level, even I would be severely injured.”

The Peach Owl’s spiritual energy could break through all spells; even in the endless void, it was a ruthless technique. The Lightning Great Demon God smirked and raised his hands.

Catherine the Witch and the three Throne Power Magicians all stopped.

Catherine the Witch looked at him with a half-smile. “What do you mean by this?”

the Lightning Demon God said. “Nothing special. I’ve achieved my goal. Mr. Haishan, give me the item.”

A special magical artifact shaped like a Primordial Lotus flew out from the Bitter Tree. It was actually the [Primordial Question] magical artifact. This artifact transformed into a shooting star and landed in his palm.

The Lightning Demon God curled his lips into a smile. “Excellent, this must be the easiest fourth-ring artifact to obtain. Although the Creation Problem has been downgraded to the Primordial Problem, it’s enough for me. This Primordial Problem, fourth-ring artifact, will henceforth be a treasure of our Abyss. Everyone, now that my goal has been achieved, I won’t linger any longer.” “

Today’s chaotic battle saw everyone with their own agendas, all vying for a share of the spoils in this Valley of Despair. I have no interest in God-Making Techniques or Bitterwood; I’m only interested in this Primordial Problem artifact. Farewell.”

At this very moment, in the office of the third-ring Holy Wizard Witch in the Starfield Sea, the Holy Wizard Witch’s face was grim. The artifact she used as a desk weight was flying towards the distant Rain Swamp, beyond her control.

She gritted her teeth, realizing that this wasn’t a scheme from the wizarding level, but from the Abyss God.

“It was a scheme by the Abyss and the Twin Demon Realms. The Abyss corrupted the wizards, and the Twin Demon Realms used the Heaven-Swapping Wizarding Array, but the flaw came from me, forcing me to activate the Creation Problem.” “

You bastard! Haishan, you’ve helped the Abyss and the Black Wizards. Under everyone’s watchful eyes, you can no longer be a White Wizard.”

At this moment, her avatar also spoke to Haishan, who had secretly used a large amount of vampire blood to set up the Heaven-Swapping Wizarding Array within the Bitterwood Memory World: “Haishan, from this day forward, you can no longer be a White Wizard. You’ve joined forces with the Black Wizards; you are a Black Wizard.”

The avatar of the Twin Demon Realms’ Thief Saint Wizard stood smiling before Haishan and said to this holy master, “Nameless Emperor, how have you been?”

“Now that the deal with the Great Demon Lord of Lightning is complete, farewell, my interesting fellow, and to Mr. Locke Augustine, whom I meet again.”

The third-ringed Saint Thief Wizard lowered the brim of his hat and looked at Locke. “As a familiar guest, I can tell you that Despair Valley has always been a point of contention in the Three Swamps, a region where the Nameless Emperor and the local Black Wizard Alliance vie with the White Wizard Association. And now you have personally disrupted this balance, truly a young calf unafraid of tigers.”

“I didn’t have such courage at your age,”

the Saint Thief Wizard said. “I only stole a few things, while you turned this place upside down, resolving this deadlock. Junior, I like you very much.” “

If you can’t make it with the White Wizards in the future, come and join me in the Twin Demon Realms. Hahaha—”

As one of the magic rings worn by Haishan shattered, the Saint Thief Wizard’s avatar also dissipated automatically.

The Nameless Emperor, the third-ringed Holy Wizard Witch, looked at Haishan and Locke with disgust.

“You’re all traitors, all dark wizards. You—”

Her avatar suddenly shattered.

In the Starfield Sea, inside her office, native demon hunters stormed in, a Holy Spear—a spell model—pricked against her throat.

The Holy Spear—a third-circle spell model of the Holy School—possesses one of the eight virtues of wizardry, attacking enemies with each strike representing the full power of a virtue’s essence. It’s a spell model used against enemies of the White Wizarding Association, yet the demon hunters had infiltrated the office of a high-ranking official of the Holy Division and used this magic on her.

Within the Bitterwood’s memory world, all the wizards warily watched Haishan, while the shattered Doomsday Gate began to absorb the demons back into it—a apparent magical backlash from the gate itself.

The wizard’s sealed sword, along with the shattering of the Doomsday Gate, was sucked into the bottomless abyss.

Seeing the wary expressions on everyone’s faces towards Haishan, Locke immediately said to prevent them from ganging up on her, “Everyone, this person is my friend, not a bad person.”

Sera suddenly spoke up, “You say he’s not a bad person, but we saw him help the Demon God set up a magic array and stand with the people from the Twin Demon Realms. That’s the Saint Thief Wizard, isn’t he? We’ve all heard of the Saint Thief Wizard’s reputation in the Twin Demon Realms.”

The others also showed wariness towards Haishan, as if they might attack at any moment. The witch from the Mountain and Water Deer Ridge Wizard Land held an enchanted knife, looking very vigilant.

Locke glanced at them indifferently, then suddenly shouted sharply, “I said Haishan is my friend. Anyone here who has a problem with that, speak up now and express your dissatisfaction.”

Everyone present looked at Locke with apprehension, feeling his magical pressure bearing down on them.

At this moment, Locke was the greatest enemy of all the contestants, a fact tangibly manifested in the scene.

No one dared to speak.

Locke pointed at Sera. “Get out of here! If I see you again, I’ll kill you!”

Sera remembered Locke’s horrifying attack on her earlier and immediately chose to leave through the passage into the dream world of Bitterwood that Wizard Karl had previously opened for them. Before leaving, Sera’s face flushed red as she uttered a harsh threat to Locke.

“You can’t make a move at the defense meeting. By then, I will definitely obtain a portion of your power.”

Sera left.

The previous kill count results meant that Locke, Sera, and the female enchanter from the Mountain and Water Deer Ridge Wizard Land were grouped together.

Meanwhile, sweat beaded on the female enchanter’s forehead. Locke’s single sentence had sent the formidable Sera fleeing the Bitterwood’s memory world in terror.

A single word could send a genius wizard running in panic. A bitter taste filled her mouth; she wondered just how many freaks this competition, which had gathered the geniuses of the entire Eastern Frontier, truly was.

But the female enchanter wasn’t overly afraid. Instead, she continued to ponder how to turn the tide through academic achievements, given that she was clearly no match for Locke.

She thought, “This isn’t without precedent.”

At this moment, Wizard Karl glanced at Haishan, then looked at Locke and said, “I have no interest in these things.

I think this wizard is a terrifyingly powerful monster. Perhaps we can compete against each other someday, Locke. I’ll be waiting for you at the finals. It might be a few years away, and those years will be rather tedious. To alleviate the boredom, I’ll send an avatar on a new route to fight against a civilization of a great world.”

“To hone my spell models.”

“I hope the day of our final battle arrives soon.”

Wizard Karl turned and left.

Locke sensed his intense fighting spirit, a powerful urge to defeat him, a desire that seemed invincible and certain of victory.

Caught by this fighting spirit, Locke felt himself drawn onto a path he had to take.

After Karl left, the other wizards followed suit. Chaos was the last to leave. He glanced at Locke and said, “I have little recollection of my ancestor, Probus. However, I deeply admire my teacher, the wizard Link. Locke, in principle, you are three generations older than me. But be careful, don’t lose to this junior.” Chaos took a few steps

, then whispered, “Lock Augustine, on behalf of my teacher, the wizard Link, thank you.”

“The battle outside seems to have subsided now. With the shattering of the Doomsday Gate, the battle between the black and white wizards will cease. We’ve won this time.”

Chaos left.

After everyone had left, leaving only the participants of the Probus Truth-Deciphering Competition, Locke looked at Haishan with a complex expression. Beside Haishan sat the panting witch Rose.

Locke asked Haishan, “Was your goal the creation problem from the beginning? Or did the Lightning Demon Lord already know a lot about this place, and he set a trap to use me? And you were just his pawn?”

Haishan smiled and said, “Why put it so harshly?” “

Locke, you are at the center of this vortex. We just happen to share the same goal as you.”

“This time, the Despair Valley incident has become the central event of the Eastern Boundary thanks to your efforts. The number of forces involved is far greater than we expected.”

Locke said, “But by doing this, you are abandoning your identity with the White Wizard Association. Unless you have some background that allows you to still defend yourself under these circumstances.”

Haishan shook her head and said, “Locke, after experiencing so much, I can’t help but think about it. I joined the Black Wizards on the wizard ship, and then joined the White Wizards in the wizard war between Lilith’s Hut and the Blood Curse Court. Both times I thought I had found a good world. But I experienced so much at the Mithril Law Firm and in the White Wizard Association, including witnessing the evil of the White Wizard Association this time. As a contract lawyer at the Mithril Law Firm, I have been exposed to the evil and injustice of this world far more often than you.”

“And when I learned the truth about the Five Great Wars, do you know what my first reaction was? I felt this was wrong.”

Hai Shan said, “I’ve been searching for faith. And it seems I’ve been chasing after a dream flower, a reflection in the water. Look at that ugly thing in the sky.”

Locke looked up and saw the slowly operating magic array, which was obviously a god-making technique. The souls of the dead demons gathered together, forming an ugly and huge unfinished soul.

Haishan said, “At least for now, the source of all the bad things I know seems to be the White Wizard Association.” “

The abyss that the Great Demon Lord Lightning described to me is very appealing. So even though my heart isn’t under his control, I’ll still choose to help him. The Great Demon Lord Lightning said that within their group of seventy-two Abyss Demons, they can do whatever they want, they won’t be deceived by any information, and they don’t need to be responsible for anyone. If I want to see the real world, I can go there.”

Haishan looked at Locke and said, “Locke, I’m different from you. I don’t have so many fixed ideas; I want to see more of the world. Therefore, I’ll give up being a White Wizard. From today onwards, I’ll be a Black Wizard again.”

Locke met Haishan’s gaze and realized he was determined.

Locke recalled that when he first left Lilith’s Hut to go to other wizarding lands, he seemed to have been traveling with Haishan, and at that time, the two parted ways and made different choices.

At this moment, the two made different choices again. He remained a White Wizard, aiming for a higher position within the system, while Haishan chose to become a Black Wizard once more to uncover the true truth and broaden her horizons.

Locke could only say, “Take care.”

Haishan replied, “However, I still intend to keep my deal with you.”

Haishan glanced at Locke and chose to leave Bitterwood using her own method.

Now, only Locke, Patrick, Edgar, and Rose remained in the Bitterwood space. Ramses had already left with the wizard contestants from the Tianjiang River, while the Macedonian witch had been forcibly summoned away by the Ancient Bloodline Factor Research Institute in the Rain Swamp the moment the Doomsday Gate opened.

In the end, only the four of them remained from the competition.

Locke looked at Edgar and Rose. “Everyone, we can leave now.” “

I declare the Probus Truth Unveiling Competition a complete success.”

The three wizards had complex expressions on their faces. They had experienced too much and wanted to give up too many times, yet they had still managed to reach this point.

This perseverance would bring them unforgettable memories in the future.

Perhaps this persistence had unknowingly raised their future potential.

Locke glanced at the sky at the ritual he had performed to summon Probus’s tangible response. Although Probus hadn’t yet left the abyss, his condition was much better than before. Perhaps he could hold another competition in the future to continue the ritual and help Probus escape the abyss.

He shouldn’t be greedy, because this might not be something that could be achieved overnight.

After all, it had taken Probus sixty years to fall into the abyss, a gradual accumulation! Just

as Locke was about to activate the Bitterwood to leave, the divine creation magic array in the sky suddenly stirred. Above the array stood a phantom of a god, the very essence of the world itself. All things lived on its surface; it was the world itself.

Its power far surpassed any god Locke had ever seen before.

This god-king looked down at Locke and the others.

Patrick was utterly horrified. “What’s going on? Could it be that there’s a mastermind behind this divine creation magic array?”

Edgar gritted his teeth, resisting the immense pressure from the God-King, a being at the third ring level.

The God-King spoke: “My race resides in the eternal world, unable to move. The world forges and

promulgates divine will through parallel worlds, dimensional gravity, phase space, and other means, thus influencing other worlds. A hundred years ago, I encountered Asanos, a Sun Ring Wizard who was constantly anxious.”

“Back then, I met her through the interference of parallel worlds. I saw anxiety and resentment in her eyes; she wanted a status surpassing her talents. I knew then that I could use her. My Titan race can recreate and change the world; this is our race’s secondary creative ability. However, our race is too small, so we cultivated our Monster Lord army. But that’s still not enough. I, the [Eagle-Man World God-King], also wanted to create a batch of divine servants for my race, so I told Asanos the basic concepts of divine creation magic.”

“But because it was interference from a parallel world, after this incident, Asanos forgot that I was the one who told her this idea. I used her greed to continuously improve the God-Making Technique. The God-Making Technique is not yet complete, but it is basically usable now. Locke Augustine, you did well, but you got the investigation wrong. This whole thing was a trap I set.”

“A trap set for your wizarding world.” “

Locke Augustine, you saw through my scheme ahead of time.”

The Eagle-Man World God King stretched out his palm, and it was seen that he controlled the Bitterwood.

“I was forced to reclaim the Sacred Wood ahead of schedule, borrowing it from the wizards of your wizarding world. However, my plan has been completed, and the tide has turned.”

“The Sacred Wood is basically finished. I can find someone to fix the remaining flaws.”

“Before, there was that special individual, Karl, so I didn’t reveal myself, but now only you are here.”

The Eagleman God-King looked at Locke, Edgar, Patrick, and Rose the Witch and said, “I have watched all your matches. Patrick the Witch, you can leave. I don’t care whether you live or die, and there’s Rose the Witch. But Edgar and Locke, you are worthy to die at the hands of this God-King, it is the will of Heaven!”

Edgar and Locke were suppressed by the immense magical pressure.

The next moment, Rose the Witch and Patrick were blasted out of the Bitterwood’s memory world by the God-King, while Locke and Edgar, along with their immense magic, were all suppressed by the God-King’s divine might.

Locke activated his innate demonic eye, only to see that the Eagle-Man World God-King seemed to be simultaneously opening and closing countless parallel worlds. The energy of these parallel worlds accumulated and transformed into a divine might suppressing Locke and Edgar.

The Eagle-Man World God-King proclaimed, “World-Suppressing Divine Might!”

Blood flowed from Locke and Edgar’s seven orifices, and their immense magic emitted a series of cracking sounds. The Eagle-Man World God-King intended to take the opportunity to destroy the immense magic that Locke and Edgar had falsely forged.

Edgar said, “Locke, I didn’t expect things to be so complicated. That Three-Ring Holy Witch is a spy for the gods.”

“Is what this God-King is saying true? Who can believe it? He says that the witch doesn’t remember, so she just doesn’t remember? I feel like they’re all in cahoots.”

Locke gritted his teeth, resisting this terrifying demonic pressure.

“Too many forces are involved in this matter. With so many forces, the originally clear division of responsibilities has become chaotic. With so many forces and so many schemes, all the previous guilt has vanished amidst the various levels of buck-passing and scheming. Now I feel that even the White Wizard Association can’t see clearly whether this is a scheme by the gods, a scheme by the abyss, a problem with that witch herself, a scheme by the Black Wizard Alliance, or the involvement of a third party.”

Locke said, “Haishan—is this your reason for becoming a Black Wizard again?”

Locke pondered how to resolve the current crisis, but at this moment, Edgar and he were both sealed off by the God-King, while he could feel the magical pressure of his teacher, the witch Catherine, rapidly approaching.

At this moment, the witch Catherine used a peach owl to forcibly suppress Locke’s barrier, and then, under the astonished gaze of the Throne of Rain, entered the memory world of the Bitterwood.

Catherine the Witch looked up at the Bitterwood’s memory world and sneered. It was empty; there was nothing there.

A veteran of countless battles, she immediately guessed the enemy’s identity.

“Titans? Parallel worlds? Fate? Playing tricks on me!”

Catherine the Witch raised her peachwood bow, her eyes flashing with murderous intent.

At the same time, the Eagleman World God-King sensed Catherine the Witch’s relentless assault on the parallel worlds, and his killing intent intensified as he looked at Locke and Edgar.

“Still not dead? If you can survive my divine might, then you’re even more likely to die by my hand. The ability to fight in parallel and phase spaces is the foundation of a third-ring wizard.”

“I’ll let you experience how a third-ring being fights before you die.”

Edgar said, “Damn it, that damned bastard. Bullying the weak. If I were to fight you at the same level, you might not be able to defeat me!”

The Eagleman World God-King raised his right hand, and spatial blades shot towards Locke and Edgar.

“Then you can all die now.”

“There will be no more.”

But the next moment, all these spatial blades were caught by one person’s bare hands.

The Eagle-Man World God-King raised an eyebrow, and standing before him was the wizard Probus.

At this moment, the wizard Probus was covered in thorns, and behind him, the Abyss Queen looked at him with a pained expression.

The Eagle-Man World God-King laughed loudly. “I thought it was someone else, but it’s you, you stray dog.”

“Probus—”

Probus stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Locke and Edgar behind him.

“God-King, it turns out that the final source of all my misfortunes is you. God-King, the reason why my wizarding world can continue to thrive and thrive is because there are predecessors who are willing to sacrifice for their successors. Locke.”

Locke looked up at Probus. “Hmm? The ritual power is accelerating. Could it be that the ritual I performed for Probus was successful?”

The Abyss Queen looked at Probus and sang in a gentle voice, “Probus, have you made your choice?”

Probus looked at the Abyss Queen and nodded. “Thank you. At this moment, I understand why the Abyss is all good. Sixty years of devastation, at this moment, I can only thank you.”

Probus walked towards the God-King of the Eagleman World. With each step he took, thorns inexplicably appeared under his feet. At the same time, the sky of the Wizarding World surged with wind and clouds, and the endless void of stars was reflected in the sky. The wizards of the White Wizarding Association and Golden Crown Mountain, as well as the remaining wizards of the Black Wizarding Alliance who had not had time to retreat, all looked up at the sky.

“This is—the Void’s Celebration! The endless void is converging on our wizarding world with a magical tide of concentration. This is the endless void’s reward for a complete, universal truth-level pseudo-forging. Could it be that in this short time, someone has pseudo-forged universal truth again?” “

This past century has been truly insane. These outstanding young talents are emerging one after another. What level will they reach before their limits? Or are these newcomers limitless in this era?”

A large amount of magical tide concentration is converging towards the Eastern Boundary, raising the height of the various wizarding lands in the Eastern Boundary of the wizarding world.

Several third-ring dark wizards looked in surprise at the location of the Bitterwood.

The Lightning Archduke, wielding a fourth-ring magical artifact, laughed loudly: “Interesting, truly interesting. Have you ever heard of the ephemeral flower? A flower that only blooms for one night.”

The throne wizards of Mount Golden Crown all had complex expressions.

The third-ring wizards of the Rain Marsh, and the academy headmaster of Faust, sighed.

“The talent pool in our Three Swamps is truly growing. Perhaps we shouldn’t have had any sectarianism in the first place. The Three Swamps are one, why distinguish between them?”

Dean Gray suppressed a laugh, knowing that Dean Faust felt that the Cloud Swamp Wetlands had too many outstanding juniors, so he settled for second best and started including the talent pool of the Three Swamps.

In the world of Bitterwood’s memories, three immense magical pillars rose behind Probus, each a star-ring ultimate magical pressure, gradually transforming into a moon-ring level immense magic.

With each step Probus took forward, his body crumbled. He was trapped in an abyss. He had been evil for sixty years, a puppet of several high-ring beings. His life had been completely destroyed and trampled by various forces. In the end, he witnessed the gratitude of his former apprentices, the courage of his former traitors, and the outstanding juniors like Locke and Edgar, as well as the unwavering pursuit of truth by wizards like Grandet and Bella.

Now, he was trying to escape the abyss. Every step forward was a path of atonement, each step requiring the destruction of his own character and the eradication of his sins. Yet, he still had to move forward.

The Queen of the Abyss sang a song to him, this time not a plea to stay, but a blessing.

As the Queen of the Abyss had said at the beginning, every step out of the abyss was a path of thorns, piercing his feet. She did not want him to suffer so much, which was why she had brought him into the abyss.

Probus’s body underwent a complete transformation, three immense magical spells endlessly coalescing into boundless magical power, even forming a barrier that separated the God-King, Locke, and Edgar.

Probus looked at Locke behind him, a smirk playing on his lips. “Locke, I want to thank you. After witnessing your ritual, I understood one thing. This world is indeed unfair. Some people are born with privileged backgrounds and conditions that others lack, while others are born with intelligence and talent that surpasses everyone else. Even I was born into the Golden Crown Mountain system, growing up within the top-tier wizarding academy system of the upper-level wizarding lands, giving me more advantages than many wizards born into more ordinary circumstances.”

“This world is inherently unfair.”

“Because of the long period of peace, I had forgotten this most basic thing. But after witnessing everything you did to save me, I suddenly realized this fundamental truth. This world is inherently unfair; there is never any right or wrong.”

“There has never been anyone better than the White Frost Witch, and I did better, so I should be given the title of ‘Guide to the New Century.’

There has never been anyone who made a greater contribution and should be respected. There has never been anyone who should sacrifice themselves to protect the weak. Yes, this world is so unfair, so why do we still see so-called harmony and prosperity?”

Probus said, his hands behind his back, his gaze resolute. “That’s because we were here.”

“The world is inherently unfair, but each of us who came into this world brings a little fairness to it.

There are still many unfair things in this world, and we who came here fought for others and for ourselves, so the world becomes a little fairer. Locke, look at me, this is my final pseudo-forging.”

“This is my reforged and redesigned pseudo-forging, the Supreme Evil Path.”

Probus waved his hand backward, using magic to send Locke and Edgar flying into the distance. It was clearly just a normal magical impact, yet it sent the two Moon Ring Archmages flying backward. He himself looked at the Eagle-Man World God King and said contemptuously, “How pathetic, the Titans’ so-called re-creation is nothing but a desecration of the laws of nature. Nothing you create is as good as what originally exists in nature.”

The Eagle-Man World God King’s eyes revealed rage. “Stray dog, junior, how dare you be so arrogant.”

The energy from countless parallel worlds collided with Probus’s Supreme Evil Path.

Probus looked at Locke and Edgar, seeing that the Red Dragon Witch had already entered this parallel world and arrived beside them. A faint smile played on Probus’s lips.

“Now I am relieved. I hereby swear that until my ultimate evil path is fully forged, in every reincarnation I enter into another world, I will eradicate all injustice. In every reincarnation, I will bring fairness to that world.”

This was a vow made with universal truth.

Probus knew that his vow would be fulfilled.

Probus said, “Worlds of the endless void, fear me!”

The next moment, due to the power of the God-King and the immense impact of breaking free from the abyss, his body, soul, and life force shattered completely, turning to ashes.

The God-King looked at the Red Dragon Witch’s arrival and immediately realized that he could not fight the thousand-year-old witch, Catherine. He had no chance of winning, so he grabbed the Bitterwood and immediately tried to leave the wizarding world.

The Queen of the Abyss looked at Probus’s shattered body, sighed, and then bowed to him, saying, “Mr. Probus, from this day forward, you are no longer a member of the Abyss.”

“Congratulations, you have become the first person to leave the Abyss since I became Queen of the Abyss.”

“Here I offer you my sincerest blessings. You have traversed the thorny path that no one has been able to walk for millennia; now you are free of sin.”

The Queen of the Abyss gave a perfunctory bow to Locke in the distance. “I finally understand, Mr. Locke Augustine, it is not that you need the Abyss, but that the Abyss needs you. You have done well this time, Son of Chaos.”

“Next time, please do better. For those favored by the Abyss.”

End of volume.

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