"He truly was protecting us... because the truth behind everything is more cruel than we imagined, all efforts were in vain."
He closed his eyes, and died completely, his expression peaceful.
In the cavity, the ancient tower’s powerful Strength began to repair itself. The sky returned to normal, turning into a clear mirror, and the recent barrier of flesh and blood seed only an illusion.
Before the phantom of Sauron dispersed, his gaze penetrated the endless worlds, looking towards the ninth layer.
At the gateway to the tenth layer, there was just one door.
In front of the door, Bo Gu’s figure slowly crumbled, splitting into billions of athyst fragnts, transforming into a purple torrent, dispersing into the heavens and earth.
"I... I didn’t even see where the Gatekeeper was? Why is this? Why?!"
Bo Gu roared in frustration, his consciousness sinking into the eternal darkness.
In the distance.
The other two mbers of the Athyst Race also fell into peril.
Powerful auras surrounded them.
These primordial soul wizards returning from the battlefield connected in force. The endless ocean surged backward, enveloping the two Athyst Race mbers, forming a blue star with a diater of a thousand miles.
After the star dispersed, only two athyst crystals floated in mid-air.
The two level 8 mbers of the Athyst Race were dead!
The leader of the battle group said,
"It seems the strongest of the Athyst Race has already died at the door to the tenth layer... truly overestimating himself."
Lucy looked at the door leading to the tenth layer, her heart calm as an ancient well.
She had long anticipated this outco.
"Those destined to enter the tenth layer have not yet arrived..."
Suddenly.
She sensed sothing.
In front of her, a door appeared.
Other Warband Wizards, including those stationed near the wizards, also each had a door appear before them.
A pulling force ca from each door, and even eighth-circle wizards could not resist.
All the Warband Wizards disappeared into the fabric of the ninth layer.
...
Endless Sea.
Outer Circle Area.
Yellow Earth Continent.
Mirror Lake has quietly witnessed the many changes in wizard civilization across the continent.
A door appeared, and a vibrant young witch with blue hair pushed it open, stepping onto this familiar land.
She spread her arms wide, embracing the whole world, sunlight gleaming off her hair and face.
"The feeling of returning ho is wonderful... Thanks again, Lord Sauron," she murmured in her heart.
Whether entering or leaving the ancient tower, Lord Sauron’s will was mysteriously sheltering her and the Warband Wizards.
From Lucy’s chest a deep blue sphere erged, the prototype machine, its light scanning everything around.
Deep Blue exclaid excitedly,
"Outer Circle Area 5, Yellow Earth Continent... ma’am, we really have co back!"
Lucy said,
"Yes... the era of the Deep Blue Sage is past now, the story belonging to Lucy has begun!"
On the other side.
Outer sea region.
Whether by coincidence or fate.
Two doors appeared above Gray-White Island, and the figures of the Tower Master and Stella stepped out.
They incredulously looked at everything before them.
Stella’s chanical voice excitedly said,
"We... we’re back?"
The Tower Master too trembled,
"Yes, after two hundred years, we’re finally back... It seems the Gray Tower has t with so disaster, now reduced to ruins. I wonder how everyone else is doing."
Stella tapped the Tower Master with her tail, smiling,
"They must all be alive, let’s go search for them."
...
Dark Ancient Tower.
Fifth level.
Io Continent.
Chaos City, a pile of ruins.
The outco of the final battle unknown to anyone.
Under such a widespread and devastating attack, no one dared stay near the battlefield.
Even if there were spoils of war left behind, they would be destroyed or buried by the sands, awaiting discovery by future generations accidentally.
This event would beco a secret forever sealed within the ancient tower.
The ultimate battle nearly saw the fall of all level six experts, benefitting many primordial soul wizards.
The barbarian tribes, the demon race, all severely weakened, leaving only sparks of their cultures to continue propagating in the Northern Territory and the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
Perhaps, in ten thousand, or tens of thousands of years, such events might repeat, but the ultimate outco is already destined.
Days later.
So primordial soul wizards gradually returned to the battlefield, hoping to find sothing overlooked.
They noticed that the statues of the Supre Archmage in the Church of Chaos had all shattered at the sa ti.
This implied that the Supre Archmage, who had ruled Io for countless ages, might have fallen...
And the two divine weapons of the Supre Archmage, whether the "Supre Eye" or the "Supre Scepter", would certainly be rare treasures of imnse power.
Finding one would an more gains than all previous collections combined.
Unfortunately, despite digging around the battlefield for a month, the primordial soul wizards failed to find those artifacts.
The divine weapons might have been destroyed by the Big Eyeball’s thunder penalty, or perhaps taken by so other fortunate soul.
anwhile.
The ancient tower began to buzz and tremble, stirring the Land of Darkness which continuously rolled and churned.
The Fire Sovereign smiled at the sight of the fallen Athyst Race on the ninth layer.
"A new ten thousand years might birth so interesting characters... I’m actually quite excited."
He stretched lazily and stood up, with the Dragon Abomination Venerable and Athyst Saint instinctively moving aside.
The Fire Sovereign wandered through the Land of Darkness, each step appearing to cover endless distances.
It wasn’t long before he vanished into the Land of Darkness.
The second strongest of the Pan-Plane who had watched the drama was going ho to sleep.
The Athyst Saint unwillingly watched the Dark Ancient Tower, his projection gradually fading.
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