This day, just like the others, appeared no different.
Inside the Dinsional Esophagus, all living beings endured the irreversible digestion process of the Endless World, so were the newly arrived exiles filled with fear and trepidation, others were powerful beings shuttling between different gathering places, so were existing entities waiting in detached gloom for their destiny of digestion, and others were terrifying old monsters tirelessly striving for a sliver of hope.
Filled with despair and longing, with scarce resources and a monotonous future.
The Convergence Grounds of the Piercing Gate in the Dinsional Esophagus is renowned for being unaffected by the Illusory World and the gifts from the Shard of the World’s Heart. There are also legends of ancient exiles escaping the Dinsional Esophagus. So have even spread rumors of hunting down Dominators. It shrouds the Convergence Grounds in mystery and terror to outsiders, to the extent that even the inford Dominators avoid it.
Suddenly!
At the First Peak of the Summit of Nine Peaks, a monunt to the supre power of the Piercing Gate for countless eras, a majestic wave of energy erupted, surging endlessly and sweeping over the entire Convergence Grounds of the Piercing Gate.
Regardless of whether they were determined or had given up, all the exiles looked toward the twisted light and shadow on the distant horizon. Such unstoppable might in the Convergence Grounds of the Piercing Gate could only belong to one person—the Oblivion Sorcerer King of the Summit of Nine Peaks!
"Hiss... Is Naless challenging the Oblivion Sorcerer King?"
"That’s the only possibility!"
Instantly, every exile’s heart stirred wildly. At last, soone dared to challenge the legendary Oblivion Sorcerer King!
One by one, figures interlaced, converging toward the First Peak of the Summit of Nine Peaks, hoping to catch a glimpse of the true form of the Oblivion Sorcerer King and the one-in-a-million chance of the Naless challenger succeeding.
The peak leaders too, with eyes wide in disbelief and amazent, soared into the sky, gazing toward the First Peak guarded by the Eight Peaks, without hindering those exiles.
Hm?
Yet everyone was stunned.
No challengers, no enemies, Naless was rely one of the many observers. High above, the Oblivion Sorcerer, with a mysterious unknown visage of interwoven light and shadow centered around a black hole, emitted endless waves of radiation.
"Today, as the presiding force of the First Peak of the Summit of Nine Peaks, I declare the repeal of the rules of the Nine Revered Mountains. From henceforth, a new leader from the Convergence Grounds of the Piercing Gate will establish rules, and I shall take my leave."
With that, under the fluctuation of Grim Power, regardless of the reactions from those exiles and peak leaders, he reclaid the nine mountains, which once symbolized the full power of the Convergence Grounds of the Piercing Gate, rging them into one and refining them into his body.
The exiles and peak leaders stood stunned, montarily silenced.
For many exiles, from their first day at the Convergence Grounds of the Piercing Gate, they grew up under the rules of the Nine Revered Mountains and the legend of the Oblivion Sorcerer King. Such a change felt as if the Wizard World suddenly declared all Holy Towers null and void, abolishing all rules. The shock to the lower-level Wizards is imaginable!
However, Green was rely a passerby here, never considering himself part of the Dinsional Esophagus, nor regarding the exiles at the Convergence Grounds of the Piercing Gate as subjects.
Only by completely detaching from such deep illusion could one avoid the fate of being unknowingly digested by the Endless World!
Under everyone’s gaze, as Green was about to depart freely, a roar suddenly erupted.
"Wait a mont!"
The greatest skillfulness seems clumsy, the massive sword has no sharp edge.
Naless suddenly raised the Edgeless Sword high, lifting his pair of fiery, defiant eyes upward. Although he was eyeless, he emitted an indescribable intensity, keeping his eyes fixed on Green, who had paused slightly due to the roar.
His right hand trembled with the oppressive power seemingly against the entire sky. Naless pressed his dry lips, took a deep breath, and suddenly his figure seed to grow much taller.
"I ca to this Dinsion Esophagus, touted as the ultimate place of terrifying legends, in pursuit of true strength I once could never behold, aspiring to reach the Sword God and achieve the pinnacle of swordsmanship."
He spoke, directing his pitch-black Edgeless Sword toward the distant sky where Green stood.
Seemingly feeling his friend’s passion and fearless heart, the Edgeless Sword rejoiced, vibrating continuously, its unassuming dark rough form bursting forth with a simple, genuine aura.
Sword Heart! Sword Intent!
The mythic creator of the Edgeless Sword Realm, even amid countless monsters gathered in the Dinsional Esophagus, is among the absolute elites. Yet he encountered Green, a rarity even in the Dinsional Esophagus, who had grown near to the end-stage peak. For thousands of years, he hadn’t even mustered the courage to challenge.
In this final mont, Naless realized if he didn’t act, he would never get another chance.
"And you are the true strength I’ve been relentlessly pursuing! Oblivion Sorcerer King, I want to challenge you, even if just to feel a mont’s more imnse power. I’d rather die valiantly than continue living timidly, without even the courage to take action."
With a buzzing sound, Naless leaped up.
Leaving rely a trivial footprint behind, in that instant, the remains and exiles within tens of thousands of ters uncontrollably rose into the air, staring in shock at the sharp figure soaring into the sky as if the whole land had suddenly caved in.
Naless held the heavy Edgeless Sword, refining his essence, energy, and spirit to the peak, with strands of hair fluttering, empty hollows below the binding covering brightening — a culmination of countless days and nights of relentless sword inquiries.
"Oh? This nature of power is rather peculiar."
Yet...
Having been dormant for four eras, Green was too powerful, already reaching absolute dominance!
Under the Face of Truth, the Three-Colored Light Eyes focused, continually summing and computing data within each fra of True Ti, with Naless drawing ever closer. In between Green’s fingers, a bone spike erged, just an ordinary bone spike of the Ivory Armant, rely an extension of the body’s partial transformation.
Ding!
The piercing clash between the two produced a crisp, pleasant sound, entirely devoid of explosive destructive power, becoming a convergence of realms and intents, mutually transmitting to each other.
Just a breath later, Naless, with a rigid body, slowly descended down from the sky.
Within those hollow eyes seed to erge a figure atop an endless sea of books, gazing with lofty, wise eyes at everything below—a symbol of control.
Whereas he, was rely a small boat striving to grow and beco stronger amid an endless sea of rules, simply enjoying a smoother voyage, nothing more.
"Oblivion Sorcerer..."
Naless didn’t know what to say, seemingly glimpsing a new direction.
"This is the power belonging to Wizards, the power of knowledge and rules!"
With a "plop", the bone spike glead montarily, slicing across Naless’ cheek, leaving a trivial scar.
"This scar is a nto from , heheh, when you have the confidence to challenge again, co find at the Coffin of Hope Gathering Place."
After Green’s proud, deep voice, without lingering further, he shot toward the far horizon where the Scepter of Hope pointed in the interlaced light and shadows.
Perhaps... there is still potential in him!
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PS: Fifth update!
A warm celebration for the arrival of the Mirror Flower Water Moon J, becoming the seventh Alliance Hierarch of "The Journey of the Wizard", let’s all look up in admiration, a round of applause!
These days, Bai Lu has been feeling utterly mixed emotions, happiness blended with sorrow, although happiness probably outweighs the sorrow significantly.
Not even ten thousand plans can keep up with changes, and there’s simply no room for drafts, however, next month is when the ranking competition kicks off. Two small pimples have popped up on my face, probably due to staying up late. Can’t be the handso Eight Brother anymore, ah...
Can only desperately type away, mhm, must prioritize my career, after all, I’m not eting anyone, whether I’m handso or ugly, it’s only for myself. Would I indulge in delusions about myself? Haha.
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