The wizard era begins with the alchemist wizard

Chapter 801 Chao Wen Dao

Richard's soul slowly emerged from the cube.

The feeling of being resurrected is not unfamiliar; simply put, it's like suddenly waking up after falling asleep.

The only difference is that the dream is gone.

For Richard, he had only just closed his eyes when he realized the transformation of his soul.

Alchemist Crown waved his hand, retrieving the enormous cube as dimensional power. He then congratulated Richard:
"Congratulations, it's time to relinquish your title of Honorary Crown. You are now the true Crown of Miracles."

Richard smiled and entered his own body.

With the union of soul and body, a magnificent etheric storm erupted from Richard at its center.

Only after becoming the Overlord was his Abyss Titan bloodline truly complete.

A black vortex opened in Richard's heart, and endless abyssal power entered Richard's body like a tidal wave, aiding in the evolution of his body.

Meanwhile, the dimensions of the gods are once again in turmoil.

The dominant illusory rules are branches that grow from the main trunk of the civilization illusory rules. Therefore, after the illusory rules grow from a bud, that is, the prototype of the illusory dimension, into a complete illusory dimension, the main trunk of the civilization illusory dimension must provide nutrients for its growth.

And this nourishment is the share.

If the share is insufficient, the illusory dimension cannot grow and will die in the womb.

This is why you must have a sufficient share before becoming a Truth Wizard.

However, Richard had not anticipated that the dimensions of the gods would also provide him with nourishment.

Could it be that he and Ulysses belong to the same pantheon?
The dimension of gods.

The avatars of the three god-kings gathered once again in the Pantheon.

According to their original estimate, it would take Richard at least several thousand years to achieve the truth.

Preparing for the ceremony is one thing, but obtaining a share of dimensional power is not something easy either.

Without accumulating resources over thousands or even tens of thousands of years, it would be completely impossible for the three God-Kings to gather enough dimensional power to advance to the level of Truth.

But who could have imagined that Richard had already gathered enough shares before even forming the initial concept, even having a surplus?

If the School of Miracles were to develop for a thousand or two thousand years, Richard's share would probably be enough to create another Wizard of Truth.

"So, what do we do next?"

The Sun God looked at the two great predecessors and couldn't help but ask.

Things took an unexpected turn of events, and they could only watch helplessly as the dimensional power of the divine dimension flowed into Richard's dimension.

The Eternal God-King remained silent for a while, and finally said with some helplessness, "...On the bright side, we are not the only ones who have lost dimensional power for nothing."

"Not just us?" The one-eyed God King of Myriad Changes looked at the Eternal God King, his expression somewhat unfriendly.

"You're hiding something?"

The Eternal God-King's expression remained unchanged, and the flow of the stars did not speed up or slow down in the slightest.

“Ulisses is my man, it’s normal for him to report things to me privately. I don’t need to bring them out.”

"So this other civilization is?"

Ignoring the conflict between the two god-kings, the Sun God-King directly asked the Eternal God-King the question.

“That’s right, just as you think.” The Eternal God-King’s voice was deep. “That wizard named Richard is the Blesser of the Abyss.”

Now that he has become the ruler, the abyss naturally has to provide him with nourishment.

The vast world of the abyss.

The crimson sun slowly set, and a strange celestial body resembling a scimitar appeared in the sky of the Abyss World.

In the darkness, countless demons lay prostrate on the ground.

The abyss is a world of the strong, and the characteristics of the abyss are also a symbol of the strong.

The countless rifts in the Abyss are a symbol of Beelzebub, while the undying blood sun in the sky is a symbol of Samael.

Now, the blood-red sun, which never sets, has fallen, and a new celestial body has appeared in the abyss sky.

Without a doubt, this means that the abyss has once again welcomed a new ruler.

On the eastern plains of the Abyss World, countless abysses transformed into a distorted, gigantic face, and the demons living within were instantly swallowed by a tide of crimson flesh and blood.

"Did you arrive and immediately face the Blood Sun of Samael?"

Beelzebub looked at the blood moon in the sky and said with a strange laugh.

"Looks like the days ahead won't be boring."

On the front lines of the civilized battlefield, Samael noticed the changes in the abyss, and a ferocious smile instantly appeared on his already terrifying face.

"Good, good, good! I didn't expect it to be done so quickly. It seems that it won't be long before I can fight against the Creator's ultimate creation!"

Outside the Wizarding World, the Alchemist Crown noticed a dimensional fluctuation emanating from Richard and couldn't help but shake his head.

"The fact that three civilizations provided nourishment at the same time was thanks to the body's constitution."

The Alchemist Crown did not linger; Richard's ascension was complete, and there was no longer any need for him here.

Qianxian Plastic Energy covered his shift, and now that things are done, he should go back.

However, he failed to notice that amidst the enormous dimensional fluctuations caused by Richard's promotion, there was also an extremely faint "noise".

In the depths of endless dimensions, Richard's image is reflected in the myriad eyes of the civilization devourers.

Without anger or roar, the indescribable thing simply stared at Richard before splitting off a mass of black, viscous liquid from its body.

Looking at Richard's fate line, it seems as if it has been suddenly tightened by a large hand.

It was as if they were trying to rip the thread of fate off.

"Has it finally come to this?"

The Crown of Curses sensed the vibrations emanating from Richard's Fate Thread and thought to itself, "We've finally reached this point."

Before becoming the ruler, Richard's fate was fragile, easily disturbed, but also easily saved.

But now, Richard has become the ruler.

Richard's fate is no longer something that can be severed by conventional means. This also means that the battle has entered a close-quarters combat phase.

Although the previous battles of destiny were varied and diverse, the rulers of the Cursed Throne relied on the fluctuations of destiny to provoke the threads of destiny of the rulers in various ways.

However, these methods are all preludes at the very beginning of a battle, probing and testing.

Now, the battle has entered a life-or-death phase.

Richard must confront the attacks of the civilization devourers.

"Wizard, aren't you going back to save people?" The Scarecrow Overlord came to the side of the Cursed Throne, its eyes on its torso bloodshot.

"He can hold on." The voice of the Cursed Crown was icy, tinged with rationality.

"This is a good opportunity; we should be able to find where that monster is hiding. We must force it out of the game, otherwise our war will only make it stronger."

"But have you considered the price, wizard?"

"cost?"

The Cursed Throne looked at the Scarecrow Overlord, a hint of mockery in its voice.

"Wild ghost, are you afraid of death?"

"I'm afraid."

The scarecrow, known as the Wild Ghost, calmly said.

"Then why did you join?"

"But I'm even more afraid that my children will die with me."

The wild ghost's answer carried a hint of determination.

"And you, wizard. We all have our reasons. What about you?"

The Crown of Curses gazed into the void, its eyes flashing with ever-changing colors.

"Wild Ghost, you should know that the Thread of Fate is merely a very rudimentary manifestation of fate. Fate is more than just the Thread of Fate; its mysteries are far greater than what we see."

The wild ghost's eyes darted around, and suddenly a hint of shock appeared on them.

"You've seen something deeper!"

The Cursed Crown recalled a blurry scene he saw when he broke free from the shackles of his destined death.

Although his soul shielded him from the vision, his intuition told him that if he could see it clearly, perhaps he could grasp the true secrets of destiny.

“I am different from you; I am more selfish. I hunt down the civilization devourer not for any other reason than to explore its mysteries and, in turn, to glimpse the deeper secrets of fate.”

I would sacrifice everything for this mystery. Life itself is insignificant!

The voice of the Crown of Curses was resolute: the Civilization Devourer was a high-level being that had been defeated. If one could obtain the secrets of the Civilization Devourer, then perhaps one could see the ultimate mystery of destiny.

Wizards are fanatics who crave knowledge.

For a madman, life is a price to pay.

"A seeker of knowledge?"

The wild ghost looked at the cursed crown with admiration in his eyes.

"I once heard a being from a virtual dimension say that in other world communities, there exist seekers of knowledge who would say, 'If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening.'"

Unexpectedly, I actually saw a creature that put this statement into practice today.

Upon hearing this, the Crown of Curses laughed heartily.

"Haha, you're wrong, you wild ghost. I'm not saying that I'd be content to die in the evening if I heard the Way in the morning. I'd be perfectly satisfied as long as I'm walking on the path of enlightenment."

The mystery is a treasure, but the process itself is also a treasure!

……

Astral realm.

Richard suddenly opened his eyes.

Before him, space itself distorted. A viscous black liquid, like tar, seeped from the space and instantly transformed into a gigantic humanoid creature.

As he looked at the creature before him, a wave of sadness suddenly welled up from the bottom of his heart.

Although he had never seen this humanoid creature before, his bloodline told him that he and this creature shared the same origin—

This humanoid creature is a Titan that was "eaten" by the civilization devourers.

"Was it eaten?"

Richard pondered for a moment, then his body suddenly expanded. In less than a microsecond, his body swelled from a little over two meters to ten thousand meters.

His right hand reached into the void and pulled out a gigantic Titan's hammer. And from the asphalt Titan's hand, a similar hammer emerged.

This is an asymmetrical battle.

In terms of basic abilities, Richard is weaker than Asphalt Titan, and might even be completely outclassed by Asphalt Titan.

However, Richard was right next to the Wizarding World.

And he is the one who blesses the origin of the wizarding world.

In the past, the very essence of the Wizarding World was too weak to offer him, the Blesser, any help.

But now, times have changed!

Sensing that Richard was in danger, a surge of primordial power suddenly appeared in the void and continuously flowed into Richard's body.

Nourished by the power of the source, Richard's physique began to surge! Surge! Increase dramatically!
In just a moment.

Richard's physique reached an astonishing two thousand points!
This is not the kind of spiritual power that can be increased simply by soaking in the sea of ​​souls during spiritual evolution.

Behind every step of physical evolution lies countless battles and trials!

Richard looked toward the Asphalt Titan and gently lifted the hammer.

"Monster, are you ready to die?"

(End of this chapter)