Chapter 965

Chapter 959 The Largest Rice Market in Yunze Wetlands and Re-entering the Dark World!

Locke smiled at Douglas and said, “Have you been at Golden Crown Mountain for too long? You’ve forgotten that you once hung out at the Black Wizard Academy in Yunze Wetlands.”

Douglas scratched his head sheepishly. After all, he had been ignorant before, mistakenly believing it to be some powerful Black Wizard Academy. But in reality, it was just a Black Wizard’s hut in an inconspicuous corner on the edge of the mortal realm of Yunze Wetlands. Now that he thought about it, most of the so-called wizard apprentices studying in that hut were just ordinary people without any magical power. They weren’t real apprentices, but merely servants, test subjects, and toys of the hut’s owner—a liquefaction wizard or a crystallization wizard.

However, Douglas was later forced to join Golden Crown Mountain, so he never had the chance to go back and take a look.

Douglas bowed to Locke and said, “Please enlighten me, sir. In the dark wizard’s territory… I can’t say I ever roamed… I was merely that dark wizard’s apprentice and slave.”

“So I didn’t understand your meaning, sir.”

Locke paused for a moment, then smiled, “This world is a mix of reality and illusion; there are many real things and many illusory things. Although ultimately true ability prevails, as wizards, sometimes we need to employ illusions to achieve our goals. We wizards, in our pursuit of truth, will inevitably encounter many difficulties and obstacles, some even exceeding our ability to overcome with sheer strength. That’s when we need to use illusions.”

“A qualified wizard can usually rationally apply and balance the real and the illusory, maximizing the use of what they have,”

Douglas the wizard realized. “So, should we go to the potion shops, the artifact shops, or some shops specializing in magical traps at the Dragonblood Gathering?”

“Yes. Although that Dark Lord is powerful, we have a very well-developed commercial society behind us, where we can buy many auxiliary magical items that he can’t even imagine. Goods from countless worlds in the endless void are being continuously transported into the Dragonblood Gathering in Cloudswamp Wetlands. We’re sure to find something useful there.”

Locke looked at him with an encouraging expression and nodded, then said, “However, the opponent is, after all, a third-ring level native, so ordinary traps and illusions are unlikely to be effective. Therefore, we need to go to the rice market at the Dragonblood Gathering.” Although

if Wizard Laturajan were to come, this matter could most likely be resolved, because the last time Wizard Laturajan infiltrated the Dark World and took away the Heartbreak Flower, which was very important to the Dark Lord, he had extensive experience dealing with the Dark Lord.

But the problem was, if he recruited a high-ring wizard into his team, it meant that these treasures would also have to be shared with this senior brother.

Wizards, even among brothers, keep clear accounts; otherwise, even the best relationships can crack due to an imbalance between input and output, eventually collapsing suddenly.

Therefore, if he were to bring in Laturajo, he would have to share the profits with him.

But now that he has a solution, there’s no need to bring in another wizard like the Sun Ring Wizard, who demands a larger share of the profits. Besides, the latter is very busy, and he might not be able to get him to come.

Locke’s clone led Douglas to the Dragonblood Gathering’s rice market.

The largest market in the Dragonblood Gathering, the rice market run by the wizard Heidegger, holder of the immense magic [Cloud Field Cloud Rice], one of the three great meters of the Golden Crown Mountain—the Heidegger Rice Market.

This rice market, located within the Dragonblood Gathering, is a single-story building, resembling a vegetable market.

Locke and Douglas entered and found shelves filled with small squares containing various kinds of magical rice. Even rice of the same type was placed in different squares depending on its origin.

These small squares contained many basic magic arrays, but despite this, Locke still spotted some magical insects, or insect eggs, mixed in with the magical rice in a few of the smaller squares on the edges and corners.

These insects were of various kinds, some even being larvae of first-level magical insects.

Overall, the Heidegger Rice Market was a place of very high magical level, even life-threatening for a wizard apprentice, not much safer than a secret realm, because they might be bitten by some kind of magical insect with camouflage abilities while retrieving magical rice from a small square.

At this time, the rice market also had many wizards from various colonial worlds and other wizarding lands; these wizards were arguably the main customers of the rice market.

Local wizards would likely prefer to buy magical rice from smaller rice shops,

while this super-large, comprehensive rice market was more suitable for wizards from outside, saving them a lot of time.

The shopkeepers in the rice market moved between their stalls, almost all of them first-ring wizards, though most were at the vaporization or liquefaction stage and were quite old, with not a single young person among them.

However, there were very few ordinary first-ring wizards.

After all, this was the largest rice market in Golden Crown Mountain. Being able to work here, even if they couldn’t afford rent in Golden Crown Mountain and had to travel daily by magical carriage between Golden Crown Mountain and some remote but cheaper wizarding towns around it, meant they could stay in Golden Crown Mountain during working hours—a perk in itself.

Therefore, the majority of those working here were liquefaction stage wizards. Ordinary first-ring wizards, due to low competitiveness, or even without connections or good fortune, found it difficult to enter this Heidegger rice market.

Wizard Douglas exclaimed, “I never imagined there would be such a large rice market here…”

He looked into the depths of the rice market, where rows of glass cabinets displayed various types of magic rice, each with plump and round grains. Some of the magic rice was even tied with a tiny red velvet ribbon in the middle. Wizard managers were explaining the uses of this magic rice to native wizards from various colonial worlds who had come to the rice market to make purchases.

Douglas saw a minotaur wizard in the crystallization stage, dressed in primitive clothing and carrying a burlap sack on his back. He grumbled, “How come my Red Magic Rice has so many weevils? Isn’t this a problem with your rice market’s quality control?”

A witch who greeted him patiently explained, “Sir, please calm down. Those are Red Rice Weevils, a companion insect of Red Magic. They only have magic power close to that of a third-tier wizard apprentice and are not poisonous, so it’s nothing to worry about. The reason the Red Magic Rice you bought elsewhere didn’t have these weevils is probably because they soaked it in some kind of magic potion. But such low-level magic potions, which are harmful to Red Rice Weevils, are likely not only difficult to remove completely but may also cause harm to the consumer.” “Generally

, no rice shop would soak Red Magic Rice in high-level magic potions, and even if high-level magic potions are targeted, they shouldn’t be taken indiscriminately…” “The fact that

our Red Magic Rice has these weevils means that our rice hasn’t been soaked in low-level magic potions to remove the weevils.”

The minotaur wizard’s eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief. “Why make it so complicated? Simply put, your rice has been mixed with insects, and you haven’t even had apprentices specifically pick them out… So you need to lower the price.”

The witch hurriedly waved her hands, feigning anxiety while secretly peeking at the minotaur wizard.

In this largest rice market in the Cloud Marsh Wetlands, she received guests from countless worlds in the endless void every day. Some weren’t even wizards; these people were a mixed bag—some genuinely honest, others simply looking to take advantage.

And this seemingly honest minotaur was clearly not truly honest.

The witch said, “Leaving the insects is precisely to prove the quality of our Red Demon Rice.”

“So demanding a price reduction is unreasonable. Not only will we not lower the price, but after today’s promotion, the price will return to normal tomorrow, meaning it will increase.”

The minotaur wizard swallowed hard. He came from the minotaur world, a medium-to-large-scale world, and had come today to purchase demon rice for the minotaur world.

Upon hearing that the price would rise again tomorrow, he panicked. “Alright, I want fifty tons of Red Magic Rice. I remember Red Magic Rice is sold by the gram, right?”

The witch’s eyes lit up; she had landed a huge order. This wizard was definitely representing their entire world in this procurement. Honestly, he could easily cooperate with the specialized purchasing department wizards in the rice market and buy such a large quantity of magic rice at a lower price. She didn’t understand why he chose to come to this place where it was sold in small quantities.

However, the witch clearly had no intention of reminding him.

Because this deal almost gave her a glimmer of hope of becoming a Crystallized Wizard in the future.

Locke and Douglas walked past her.

The witch, excited, looked at Locke and immediately bowed to him.

“Star Ring Wizard, greetings.”

Many wizards in the rice market looked over, and some had already bowed to Locke as he walked past them.

Although the rice market was large, most of the customers in this outer area were buying magic rice in small quantities; they were either formal wizards or ordinary second-ring wizards. Star Ring wizards were relatively few.

Or rather, Star Ring Wizards are relatively rare in the Endless Void.

Therefore, the wizards who come to this colonial world of Rice City rarely reach this level.

The minotaur wizard looked up at Locke, his eyes immediately filled with admiration. He knelt on one knee and pounded his chest with his fist. This crystallized minotaur wizard, in his world, only had two Star Ring Wizards, so in his eyes, Star Ring Wizards were the most powerful wizards.

The minotaur wizard fervently addressed Locke, “Uruk of the minotaur world salutes you, who walks at the forefront of the path of truth.”

Locke glanced back at him. “The minotaur world only recently submitted to the wizarding civilization, hasn’t it? While Red Magic Rice can enhance the vitality of those who consume it and supplement the nutrition of newborns in barren regions where food is scarce, it cannot be given to life forms with berserk talents. This is because the natural magical components within Red Magic Rice will amplify your berserk talents and may cause you to lose control.”

“You can try Black Pearl Rice,”

the minotaur wizard said gratefully, bowing again to Locke and pounding his chest.

“Thank you, Archmage of the Star Ring.”

After Locke had walked a little further away, he stood up and glared at the witch. “Why didn’t you remind me of this? If that kind wizard hadn’t reminded me, I wouldn’t even know about it.”

The witch frowned, thinking. “Because the Minotaur world is a new world that recently joined our civilization, I don’t know much about the racial bloodline talents of your world’s native wizards. Do you have a natural talent for berserk?”

The Minotaur wizard scratched his head.

“Of course, we didn’t originally have it, but after becoming wizards and receiving the baptism of magical rain, many of us were born with a natural magical talent—the berserk bloodline.”

The witch immediately became nervous.

She instantly realized that if that was the case, she had almost gotten herself into trouble. If these Minos had eaten the Red Magic Rice she sold them and caused any problems, she would be held accountable and required to provide some compensation. She could easily go bankrupt because of that seemingly easy deal.

Thinking of this, the witch broke out in a cold sweat, terrified.

She forced a smile.

“Then you are indeed not suited to consuming large quantities of Red Demon Rice. It’s fine for adults, but children will suffer if they eat it,”

the minotaur wizard said. “Then can you recommend some rice?”

the witch asked, trying to calm herself. “How about… Black Pearl Rice? This is the recommendation of the Star Ring Wizard; it should be most suitable for your race,”

the minotaur wizard scoffed.

On the other side, Douglas looked at Locke with some admiration and asked, “Boss, did you already know about the Minotaur world? Otherwise, how did you know their race has a berserk bloodline talent?”

Locke replied, “Of course not. I’ve been very busy lately, only having a few free days recently. How could I possibly have time to care about the Minotaur world?”

“That’s a rough concept I got by directly sensing its spiritual energy. Everything has a spiritual energy; every blade of grass, every flower, is a world within a world. These things all possess hidden vitality. As long as you can sense this hidden vitality, you can roughly figure out some basic information about the other party. I just sensed that the Minotaur’s vitality contained berserk power, and Red Demon Rice itself has the side effect of making the user sensitive and irritable. If they consume it, I’m afraid something bad will happen.”

At this moment, wherever Locke passed, the low-level wizards nodded to him.

Douglas seemed to feel proud, and walked with a somewhat arrogant air.

Locke glanced at him, just smiled, and said nothing.

The two ventured deep into the heart of the rice market, entering the second-ring rice market area. An ordinary second-ring old witch approached them; she looked like an old woman, and her voice was somewhat dry.

“This wizard, what would you like to buy?”

But as soon as the old witch spoke, she was suddenly startled, for she sensed her boss’s magical pressure—the kind of magical pressure only a third-ring wizard possessed.

It was magical pressure comparable to the world itself!

Wizard Heidegger walked over, nodded to her, then looked at Locke and said, “Junior brother, it’s surprising that you’ve come to my rice market today. Let me greet you. Is this your student?”

Douglas quickly bowed his head.

This person before him was a third-ring wizard.

Locke said, “He’s a wizard my teacher assigned to my group to lend a hand.”

Heidegger quickly lost interest in Douglas. He had initially assumed Locke had brought him because Douglas was Locke’s student, but if not, then this Crystallized Wizard was hardly worth his attention.

While Crystallized Wizards were rare, having progressed through the four levels of Ordinary First Ring, Vaporization, Liquefaction, and Crystallization, and possessing the ability to use ritual magic and sign contracts with special planes, new formal wizards were constantly emerging in this world, making it nothing unusual.

Heidegger quickly dismissed Douglas, completely ignoring him, and instead looked at Locke, saying, “What do you want to buy at my rice market?”

Locke smiled, “Second Senior Brother, your rice market has quite a few employees.”

Heidegger glanced at Locke with surprise.

“Only three thousand or so wizard employees, nothing special.”

Locke swallowed hard. As expected of a third-ring wizard, even a single shop alliance had over three thousand employees.

Heidegger smiled enigmatically.

“The combined number of employees at Solas’s Lightfoot and Melochy’s Magic Step shops is roughly the same as the number of employees in my rice market, only slightly fewer. You dared to challenge both of them simultaneously, so why bother with my small rice market?”

Locke said. “Senior brother, don’t tease me. I was just young and fearless. I had no idea there were so many intricacies behind this alliance, how deep the waters ran.”

Wizard Heidegger said, “But it’s precisely young people like you, fresh out of school, who can accomplish so much.”

Locke said, “Senior brother, I want to buy some Seven-Colored Rice, and also some Cloud Field Cloud Rice.”

“You should say you mainly want to buy Cloud Field Cloud Rice.”

Heidegger estimated for a moment and asked, “How many grains of Cloud Rice do you need?”

Locke said, “I don’t have much money, so I only need thirty-five grains.”

Heidegger asked, “What level wizard is the other party?”

Locke blinked.

Heidegger sighed.

“It’s a cycle of cause and effect. My junior brother Trajan walked into my rice market like this, asking to buy Cloud Field Cloud Rice. He miscalculated the quantity and didn’t buy enough, nearly losing his life. My teacher scolded me severely, saying I was irresponsible towards my customers and had no idea what they were buying rice for.”

“I’m just a rice seller; I only thought people bought rice to eat.”

Locke said, “A third-ring level life form, from the Dark World.”

Heidegger gasped.

“Third ring? You’d better save your name here first; I can help you access the Black Hole Witch Peach’s permissions.”

Locke said, “Thank you, senior brother.”

That’s perfect.

Heidegger said, “Thirty-five grains of rice aren’t enough; you need at least fifty.”

“I know what you’re trying to do. But while thirty-five grains are theoretically possible and could suppress that third-ring lifeform, you need to leave enough room for maneuver. We need to be flexible in our actions; even a lion using its full strength to hunt a rabbit must use its full power. Fifty grains would cost five million magic stones.”

Heidegger continued, “And I can’t guarantee it will work, because it’s a third-ring lifeform after all, unpredictable and unpredictable; nobody knows what abilities it possesses.”

“Whether these tricks will actually work, or even if they do, how long they’ll last, is uncertain. Furthermore, these tricks must be ones the opponent hasn’t seen before; otherwise, your danger will greatly increase, because using the same trick on a third-ring being is extremely risky.”

“Third-ring beings are far beyond your current imagination.”

“Fortunately, the other side isn’t a third-ring wizard, or a civilization that focuses on cultural heritage and becomes a third-ring life form through hard work. I remember that the third-ring life forms and other beings in the Dark World all became high-ring life forms by borrowing power from the Dark World. Once these guys leave the Dark World, they’re just a bunch of mortals.”

“That’s better,”

Wizard Heidegger said to Locke. “But there’s still one problem. Even if you can use Cloud Rice to ambush him, he’s not a puppet that you can manipulate at will. How do you put Cloud Rice on him? If you put Cloud Rice in his hand, he can just cut off his own hand and have his fingers regenerate.”

Heidegger, as expected of a third-ring wizard, pointed out a flaw in Locke’s plan.

“Don’t forget, limb regeneration can break your trick,”

Locke laughed. “Thank you, senior brother, but I have my own way.”

Heidegger couldn’t help but say, “Why don’t you take your senior brother, the wizard Trajan, with you? That guy is a fighter. Although he would probably refuse an invitation from any other wizard, he won’t refuse if you invite him.”

Locke thought for a moment and said, “No, I’ll handle this myself.”

“That Dark Evil King caused me a great loss last time, this time I’ll make him suffer a loss.”

Heidegger smiled, then said, “Alright. Here are fifty grains of Cloud Field Cloud Rice, and a bowl of Seven-Colored Rice.”

Locke was about to reach for them when Heidegger suddenly stepped back.

Locke looked at his senior brother strangely.

“Second Senior Brother?”

Heidegger smiled at him and said, “Give me your name first.”

Locke immediately had the Black Hole Peach take his name. A miniature black hole appeared on the ground, and then the black hole absorbed his name’s spiritual mark. The ability to condense a spiritual mark meant that a large amount of spiritual energy had been drawn from his side, leaving his name’s spiritual mark empty.

A name is originally an abstract concept that belongs entirely to a person, and in principle, it shouldn’t be something that can be taken away. However, the emergence of spiritual energy theory allows a person’s name to interact with real matter, so it is possible to take away a person’s name by taking away their name’s spiritual mark.

Because a name is an ethereal concept, but spiritual energy is a certain kind of material that actually exists.

Heidegger revealed a satisfied smile.

“That’s fine then. Go ahead. As long as your name isn’t left in the Dark World, even in the most dangerous situation, it’s just that this clone of yours won’t be able to return.”

“That way, Teacher won’t blame me for selling Cloud Field Rice to you. The seven-colored rice contains my magic power. Just recite the incantation on this piece of paper to summon my magic power, and you can use the seven-colored rice to defend against enemies.”

Locke raised the two bowls of rice in his hands and said, “Thank you, Second Senior Brother.”

Heidegger watched Locke and Douglas leave, nodded slightly, and then sighed rather helplessly.

“When I first met this wizard, I thought he would be completely different from Trajan. Who knew he and Trajan would get along so well. Oh well, when I was young, my eldest brother and I would compete for the teacher’s affections every day, and the ridiculous things we did were not much less than these two junior brothers. Why laugh at someone who is only slightly better?”

Heidegger shook his head slightly. “Youth is wonderful.”

A witch approached him, glancing curiously at Locke as he walked away, for she rarely saw her teacher speak so gently to a low-ring wizard.

“Teacher, we’ve received a large number of orders for Water Cloud Rice from the Rose Council in our rice market. Can we complete the transaction with them?”

A look of doubt flashed across Wizard Heidegger’s face.

“Of course, business should be conducted freely. Since they want to buy, let them buy,”

the witch whispered. “Water Cloud Rice is different from other functional magic rice; it’s specifically designed to provide food. The Rose Council has always wanted to get involved in the rice market in Yunze Wetlands. I wonder what tricks they’re up to this time.” Wizard

Heidegger chuckled. “Anyway, the rice market in Yunze Wetlands isn’t something I do alone, nor is it something I can handle or have the qualifications to handle. It’s just that I noticed from the data that despite such a large order, the Rose Council, or rather the Rose Academy, hasn’t increased its related dimensional exploration or dimensional war projects. This is very unusual. Either they want to hoard grain to raise prices, or they’ve found a sucker to resell at a higher price.”

“Go investigate whether the Rose Throne Academy has reached a contract with some remote, obscure colony. If so, we can skip the middleman and negotiate directly with that colony. I might feel guilty if it were someone else,

but if it’s a wizard from the Rose Throne Academy, I have no qualms.” The witch

immediately bowed and said, “Yes, teacher, I will investigate for you as soon as possible. Teacher, I have always wanted to do more work for you and take on greater responsibilities. Regarding my promotion…”

Heidegger gave her a cold look, “…and see how you perform.”

…

Locke, with Douglas and through Trajan’s connections, once again obtained the position of guarding the Black Hole Peach for half a day. This time, the old wizard seemed quite speechless, his eyes revealing a sense of helplessness, but he was too embarrassed to say anything and could only leave silently.

Before leaving, he also activated the defensive magic array inside the Black Hole Peach chamber.

Clearly, he was somewhat uneasy.

After the old wizard left, Locke drank a bottle of the [Phantom Dancer] potion he had crafted using 500,000 magic stones, followed by another.

“This is a specially weakened version of the potion, tailored to your physical condition. This way you can drink this second-level potion without much burden. Once we enter the treasure trove, you will follow my orders.”

“No matter what happens, you must trust me and not act on your own without my permission. Can you do that? If you can’t, then Douglas, you can leave now.”

Douglas, of course, couldn’t give up.

He knew that even if Locke treated him well, if he didn’t demonstrate his value in this operation, according to the principles among wizards, he would find it difficult to obtain much from the treasure.

He was now eager to revive the Light of the Witch-King Lagmamon.

Douglas assured Locke, “Boss, I promise you, I will absolutely obey your orders.”

Locke nodded and led him inside.

…

The Dark World, the Land of Treasures, is shrouded in darkness. Everything in this world—plants, earth, and sky—is sealed within the darkness, as if frozen in time.

Within this Land of Treasures, many solitary shadows wander aimlessly, lost and confused.

These are the guards placed here by the Dark Evil King after Locke’s previous visit to this Land of Treasures.

They are all low-level demons and monsters of the Dark World, wielding dark power.

At this moment, as a starlight descends from the sky, a ring of stars suddenly appears. Countless low-level demons and monsters let out screams of agony. Under Locke’s immense magical pressure, their bodies begin to crumble, exploding one by one.

These low-level demons and monsters are filled with terror and unease.

“The Star Ring… why is it not the Second Ring, but the Star Ring…”

“We can’t handle the Star Ring, it’s a dangerous entity in the endless void…”

Under Locke’s magical pressure, a tall, thin demon’s body began to disintegrate. “My body…”

The next moment, he shattered, leaving a spark of electricity in his place.

Locke and Douglas looked at them. Locke said, “They are indeed dark lifeforms from the dark world. Their physical structure is actually very fragile. In this world based on darkness, their bodies are actually composed of different echoes of sound.” “

Actually, very fragile.”

A star ring mark appeared on the ground beneath Locke’s left foot. This gold and blue double-layered star ring rapidly expanded across the earth. Then, as the star ring expanded, his 20,000 points of magic pressure appeared across the entire earth.

This was magic pressure comparable to that of some very small planes.

But Locke was not a plane, but a biological individual—a miracle of life.

His total individual magic pressure was comparable to the total magic pressure of the smallest plane in the endless void.

It should be noted that even the smallest plane has a prime material plane as its core, meaning it is not the kind of plane described by non-Great Void level civilizations. That kind of plane is merely a secondary derivative plane attached to a prime material plane, and in the eyes of wizards, it is not even considered a plane.

In the eyes of wizards, a plane refers to a separate plane within the Great Void that possesses an independent prime material plane; otherwise, those planes are merely comet planes, meteorites, or even void rocks.

At this moment, a colossal figure appeared on the distant horizon of this world, resembling a celestial demon god, standing in the far distance, coldly gazing at Locke.

“You dare to enter my territory again.”

“This time, I will not let you escape.”

The Dark Evil King’s demonic pressure emanated from afar, like a tidal wave, filled with oppressive force. Locke and Douglas could even hear a drumbeat-like sound beside their ears—the sound of the Dark Evil King’s approaching footsteps. The Dark Evil

King had been waiting here for a long time. He knew these greedy wizards would never give up and would definitely come back to try their luck again, so since the last time, he had been guarding this place, merely ordering his army to enter the wizarding world through the darkness to provoke Mount Golden Crown.

Of course, this was actually very difficult.

Because unless someone from the Wizarding World actively opens the gate to the Dark World, even if they could see the Wizarding World through the darkness, they could only see it, not actually go there!

The Dark Lord’s hand didn’t reach for Locke, but instead reached for a place that didn’t exist.

“You underestimate me. Although I’m not a wizard, we third-ring lifeforms are born with the ability to sense spiritual energy, spiritual breath, and spiritual perception that you could never acquire no matter how many years you train or study. You have no idea how vast the difference is between us. I was born with something that you would have to struggle your whole life for. Hahaha…”

The Dark Lord’s hand suddenly stretched out towards an empty space, and countless dark forces attacked that space. At this moment, these dark forces forced Locke out, and Locke was forced to break free from his concealed state.

His eyes seemed very surprised, as if he hadn’t expected the Dark Lord to see through the Apparition Potion at a glance, as if it were nothing.

This three-ring lifeform’s base stats were incredibly high, not just in strength, but also in all its perception, observation, and senses…

Douglas: “Lord Locke…”

He then realized that the Locke beside him was merely a phantom of the Spirit. As Locke’s spell was broken, this phantom instantly disintegrated, turning into golden phantom leaves that scattered.

At the same time, Locke used the Great Roaring Dragon Sparrow to narrowly escape the Dark Evil King’s grasp. He then used his teleportation ability to create a Spirit clone in an attempt to deceive the Dark Evil King, but it was all seen through. The Dark

Evil King chuckled. “How pathetic. Wizard.”

At this moment, the demons and monsters hidden in the darkness, along with the audience of the Dark World, secretly observed, leaving a row of eyes in the sky, and then let out satisfied, wicked laughs. They were very pleased with the Dark Evil King’s performance, because the Dark Evil King hadn’t performed for many years.

Who knew that so many performances would take place in such a short time, giving them a real treat for their eyes.

Locke said to Douglas over there, “Douglas, I made a mistake! Quickly take the [Retreat Potion] to open the dimensional portal and leave this place!”

“Our plan has failed.”

The Dark Lord let out a cry of “Ah!” because the Retreat Potion was a very famous third-circle potion. After taking it, one could leave that plane unconditionally. It was the most difficult of the third-circle potions to concoct, and therefore it was famous throughout the endless void.

Although the Dark Lord was isolated in the Dark World, he had heard of the [Retreat Potion].

At this moment, the Dark Lord’s eyes revealed rage and greed, because he had always wanted to find a way to directly enter the Wizarding World, but he had been hampered by the lack of anyone to summon him. Even if he were summoned, the Dark Portal was too small to allow a powerful demon like him to enter.

“A retreat potion, good stuff, it’s mine

now.” Locke emerged from between the Dark Lord’s fingers, drank the potion, and vanished. His

spirit dissipated!

The Dark Lord cried out in fury, turning to Douglas, who had already opened the potion and was about to drink it and leave this world.

The next moment, the Dark Lord reached out to the crystallized wizard, unleashing six dark javelins towards him. Under their attack, Douglas felt his movements slowing, and the Dark Lord seized the opportunity to snatch the potion.

He immediately grabbed a nearby apprentice-level demon to experiment on, feeding it a drop of the potion. The demon swayed, its spirit dissipating, heading towards another world.

“It really is a potion to repel!”

The Dark Lord’s spirits soared.

“Now I can enter the Wizarding World!”

Countless spectators in the Dark World began to applaud him, filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred, yet simultaneously anticipating an even more spectacular performance, for with the potion, the Dark Lord could directly invade the Wizarding World!

Dragging it into eternal darkness!

The Dark Lord tilted his head back and drank the entire bottle of potion.

Glug glug…

At this moment, Douglas, who had been controlled by six dark javelins, suddenly found a star ring beneath his feet. With the appearance of this star ring, the dark javelins were deflected, falling into the distance.

Locke used all his strength to barely break the spell the Dark Lord had casually used to restrict a first-ring wizard.

At this moment, Locke’s face, identical to Douglas’s, returned to its original appearance.

Locke said, “Dark Lord, you are a third-ring life form. From birth, you possessed perception far exceeding that of mortals. For you, all spiritual energy and spiritual energy are readily apparent. This is your absolute advantage, but it also makes you insensitive to normal optical reactions and changes in magical pressure. You are different from us wizards who start from scratch. This trick of mine won’t fool a Sun Ring wizard, but it can fool you. You know, a bottle of first-ring potion, if I slightly modify the formula and add a drop of Moon Horse Tear, can enhance its effects, and then transform my appearance into that of a Crystallized Wizard. I can also actively modify my magical pressure, releasing only the magical pressure of a first-ring wizard.”

“Of course, this isn’t sophisticated; any second-ring wizard would quickly notice my anomaly. But you are too accustomed to observing the world through your spiritual energy perception. That’s a very high level of vision, something I, and even I, for the next few years, cannot master.”

“But ironically, in your emphasis on spiritual energy vision, you’ve forgotten that I can attach other people’s spiritual energy to myself.”

“Similarly, a second-ring wizard would judge a person’s identity based on a comprehensive assessment.”

“But you are different. You rely too much on Ling Hong. You can directly see Ling Hong, see through all the hidden Ling Hong hidden by teleportation. So this is a deception based on the fact that only you can clearly see the hidden Ling Hong.” The

Dark Evil King was stunned. He was about to explode in anger, but the next moment he felt his body become incredibly heavy. This was

because he had just drunk fifty Cloud Field Cloud Rice.

And that kind of sealed rice could only be supported by the Botanical Root Realm!

So he was now being suppressed by the Cloud Field Cloud Rice.

Originally, the Dark Evil King could have escaped the suppression of the Cloud Rice by regenerating limbs, but Locke deliberately designed him to drink it to prevent him from using this trick.

At this moment, Douglas received Locke’s order through the Water Gourd System. He immediately entered the Treasure Land and headed to that secret realm with the token.

He had to be quick.

Because no one knew how long the Cloud Field Cloud Rice could hold off the Dark Evil King, and such a thing could only be done by surprise once.

A second attempt wouldn’t work.

And by then, the Dark Evil King would be even more vigilant, making

him harder to ambush. At this moment, the Dark Evil King was furious, raising his fist.

“Damn it!”

The next moment,

Locke threw a bowl of seven-colored rice at him. The seven colors of rice landed at his feet, and as Locke chanted a spell, the rice circled him three times, forming a protective ring!

After adding another seal, Locke turned and ran towards the ruins. He wanted to grab the treasure as quickly as possible and then disappear before the Dark Evil King, bewildered by the series of traps, could fully react and unleash his power to vent his emotions! The

Dark Evil King roared in fury.

“Liar!”

“You dared to deceive me. You are a thousand times more hateful than that wizard!”

The Dark Evil King never expected to be tricked by Locke, actually drinking the potion deliberately disguised as a sign that Ling Hong would dissipate and enter another world.

Of course, this was also due to his greed.

(End of Chapter)