Land of Darkness.
The three armies converge outside Nora.
The golden-haired swordsman raises his longsword to the sky, questioning the Supre Abyss Will.
If an ordinary wizard were present, they might think he was talking to himself.
But only those present, the Legendary beings, Nether Emperors, and lords, know.
The Abyss Will cannot be gazed upon directly, is difficult to perceive, but it objectively exists.
The Nether River roars, washing over everything.
In this mont, no one dares to act rashly.
A force indescribable in strength sweeps through the Deep in space.
This force is evil, profound, dark, chaotic, ferocious, slaughterous...
The Desperate Great Wall buzzes and trembles, the Frost Witch’s frost-longsword ready to strike at any mont.
Behind her, the True Ancestor of Frost’s wizard form dreams back to the Ancient Age when giants chopped the heavens.
Before the round table, the Legendary wizards stand calm and poised, their bodies upright.
Strands of Dense Qi surge skyward.
Edmund, at so unknown ti, has already put away the Master of the Star Vortex’s corpse, which resembled a star.
Clearly, for him, the self-destruction of a Mythical Creature is not considered dangerous.
The Sun’s radiance sweeps away darkness, illuminating the starry sky, casting vast brilliance upon Nora’s crystal walls.
The dark and terrifying power recedes like a tide, warmth flooding into the hearts of all present.
At so point, the Supre Will also temporarily withdrew.
Strong demonic auras swiftly depart.
The Wind Demon Lord says, "The Underworld is no longer neutral, the Mother River that controls the order of life and death is no longer impartial and emotionless. If that is the case, let chaos and slaughter beco the main thes of the Multidinsional Plane."
The projection of the succubus queen slowly dissipates, revealing a grimly intriguing smile: "Edmund, you killed my pet, and you will pay for it."
"The true Abyss Blood Battle is far more brutal than you can imagine, Edmund!" The Shadow Demon Queen, with an eternally burning hole in its chest, also delivers a harsh declaration. It has been severely wounded by Edmund, yet to recover, the burning sun constantly scorches and expels its shadow demon power.
Seeing the demons temporarily retreat, the golden-haired swordsman remains unchanged in expression.
Edmund sincerely thanks, "Thank you, Nine Death Swordsman, thank you to all the Nether Emperors."
The golden-haired swordsman says, "No need for thanks, proceed with the planned response in battle. I have co in the na of the Netherworld Ancestor, to fulfill the past agreent with Sauron. The repeated provocation of the Abyss has crossed the boundaries of the Underworld, and our task is to return the Abyss to its destined trajectory. As for the Blood River... I leave that to you."
The Underworld Source River begins to dissipate, retreating to its original void dinsion.
The Nether Emperors and Kings of the Underworld slowly retreat, disappearing without a trace.
The Mythical level drama temporarily concludes, heralding a fiercer storm and climax.
Edmund looks to those before the round table and says:
"The ambitions of the Abyss are laid bare, and we understand the stance of the Underworld. External forces are ultimately dreamlike and epheral;
only strength from within is fundantal. Return and carry out our plans systematically, preparing for the upcoming era of full-scale war."
Gullwig taps the round table.
The figures of Legendary wizards fade away with the round table.
She withdraws her wizard form, her face sowhat pale.
"I believe you’re Gullwig, not Yugmir," Edmund suddenly says.
The Frost Witch nods, transforming into a cold light and disappearing. "This Desperate Great Wall shall remain here, providing so shelter for travelers of the Deep in space."
Edmund nods in agreent.
In the Land of Darkness, only he stands silently.
Suddenly, he senses sothing and looks up to the sky.
"Has the Ti Dragon also arrived?"
The stars in the sky revolve, brilliant radiance reflecting.
The "sound of flowing water" appears from nowhere.
Compared to the Underworld Source River’s oppression, this sound is more lively.
A majestic and grand galaxy flows across the Land of Darkness.
This river is both ancient and new.
It cos from the past, traverses the present, and flows into the future.
It is said to exist, yet it does not.
Because it is an unobservable concept, existing in dinsions beyond mortal understanding.
It is the River of Ti, existing only in people’s imagination as an "adjective."
The river’s flow is directionless.
At its center is a Ti Castle radiating rainbow light. .
An indescribable half-transparent giant dragon lies within it.
Both real and illusory, difficult to describe.
The magnificent scales covering its body, each filled with the stories of ages.
It is a sage, an ancient being, a Dragon, and any other life form.
"Mr. Emmon has discovered ... Rest assured, I’m only here to record and observe, to docunt content for the Age History Book. Whether or not Nora is still here ten thousand years later, there will always be stories to pass down and share."
Edmund smiles and says, "This is the first ti I see you, sir. Please record, that is your duty. I will not question it, nor do I have the right to."
The Ti Dragon’s eyes flash with a smile but remain silent.
Suddenly, Edmund says with lancholy:
"Historical changes, civilizational shifts, life’s vanishing, the operation of all things, the vast universe, the fall of gods and demons... These should just be insignificant stories to you, sir."
"Yes... and no."
"Have you ever seen the truth, sir?"
"I haven’t, but I’ve t Sauron."
"Is Sauron the truth?"
"I don’t think so."
"Can you see future events, sir?"
"Naturally, I can. But it’s only the tip of the iceberg. You want to ask about the direction and outco of Nora and the wizard civilization, don’t you?"
"Of course not, until the ending is fully written, it can still be changed. Knowing in advance, whether the outco is good or bad, is not beneficial."
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