The wizard era begins with the alchemist wizard

Chapter 890 Ghost Ritual
The Great World Tree's question was like a thunderclap, shaking the atmosphere of the entire conference room.

Although everyone guessed that this meeting would be related to the Youha Clan, none of them expected that a fight would break out right away on the Great World Tree.

The Lord of the Underworld looked bewildered, but he quickly realized the seriousness of the situation.

He knew that the Great World Tree was kind and honest, and it would never do something like this—creating something out of nothing to force him to achieve a certain goal.

Therefore, the Great World Tree must have discovered enough evidence to choose to question him at this meeting.

"This is slander, pure slander!" the Netherworld Overlord denied directly. "Our Netherworld Clan is innocent, this is absolutely slander."

As he spoke, he looked at the Xiling Overlord and the Mechanical Overlord, his eyes filled with rage.

"You two bastards, in order to avoid war, you actually colluded with outsiders to frame me!"

In his view, Richard was able to produce evidence that was convincing enough to the Great World Tree, which definitely involved the machinations of the two pacifists, the Mech and the Tide Spirit.

"Slander!?"

The Lord of the Tide Spirits seemed to have heard something utterly absurd and couldn't help but roar in anger.

"You actually said I was slandering you! You Ming, have you been driven mad by the stench of corpses? How dare you say we're slandering you!"
Did you know that nearly a hundred Tide Spirits from the Federation worlds were devoured by that monster! The Mechanical Head's people suffered losses of millions due to this corruption!

"Youming, you bastard, how could you utter such outrageous words!"

Richard's purge of the civilization devourers' minions naturally did not escape the notice of the Tide Spirit Ruler. After all, Richard's purge involved an entire world's worth of Tide Spirits.

The Lord of the Tide Spirits was initially furious about this, but after seeing the corrupted Tide Spirits, his anger turned into sorrow.

The Xiling are a race with very rich emotions; they will even weep for the death of Xiling they have never met.

Now, Youming actually said that he deliberately used his clansmen to slander him, which turned the sadness in Xiling's heart into anger.

As he spoke, the voice of the Xiling Ruler seemed to transform into countless sharp knives. Every ruler who heard it trembled in their soul, and the target of this voice—the Netherworld Ruler—felt as if his soul was being torn apart by a thousand knives.

"Humph!"

Youming snorted coldly, and a killing intent as fierce as that of a demon in hell surged from his body, negating the voice of the Xiling Ruler.

As a member of the Natural Federation, Youming naturally had some knowledge of the Xiling race. The Xiling race was a race with a great talent for the soul; even their young members could enter the Sea of ​​Souls by chanting songs.

Their racial talent is called the Voice of the Soul. This talent allows them to infuse the emotions of the Tide Spirits into sound waves, thus creating different effects.

In the distant past, before the Xiling Clan ruled the Xiling Great World, they used this talent to attract passing ships for hunting.

Over the years, the Xilings have evolved this talent into an extremely complex discipline.

"Xi Ling, how dare you lay a hand on me!"

The Netherworld's long, massive blood claws tapped lightly on the table, and crimson mist spread from his body, like an invisible beast about to devour the entire conference hall.

Suddenly, the mist was stopped by a light green force field.

Youming looked toward the source of the force field and saw the Great World Tree watching him silently.

"Youming, do you want to fight?"

The yellowing leaves on the Great World Tree began to become crisp, and a powerful vitality was spreading rampantly throughout the hall.

Under this vitality, the decorations in the parliament hall began to come alive, sprouting branches and leaves.

Controlled vitality is a good medicine, but uncontrolled vitality is an incurable poison.

"Humph."

Youming let out a disgruntled snort, then withdrew the blood-red mist.

He may disregard the dignity of the Xiling Ruler, but he cannot disregard the dignity of the Great World.

“I’ve said it before, this is pure slander. Our mother world is right under my nose, there’s no way it could contain the pollution you’re talking about.”

"Whether it's pure slander or not, we can tell at a glance," the Great World Tree said calmly. "Your Ghost Festival is about to begin, isn't it?"

The Lord of the Underworld slightly closed his eyes, and the blood-red mist seeped out of his body once more.

"Old Tree, I respect you as the head of the Federation, but you'd better understand that I'm unwilling to fight, not unable to. You dare to utter such words as 'search my mother world'?!"

For any race, the Mother World is undoubtedly the most sacred and private place. The secrets within are so profound that even a wisp of wind must be approved before leaving the world.

Allowing the rulers of other races to enter the Mother World for a search is no different from stripping naked in front of a group of people and being searched by hooks.

“Youming, let me tell you something too,” the Great World Tree said, enunciating each word clearly, “I’ve wanted to beat you up a long time ago, you bastard. Ever since you broke through your limits by sheer luck, you’ve become increasingly unruly.”

Whether you agree or disagree, I'm going to conduct this search!
If you try to stop me, I'll see! I want to see just how capable you really are!

As he spoke, a powerful pressure erupted from the Great World Tree, so strong that even the ordinary rulers present felt a slight sense of suffocation.

Upon seeing this, Youming also unleashed a powerful aura, his presence no less imposing than that of the Great World Tree.

"Come on, do you think I'm afraid of you?"

In just a fraction of a second, the pressure from both sides rose to an astonishing level, and even the meticulously enchanted council hall began to tremble under this pressure.

Just as tensions were about to rise, a voice suddenly interrupted them.

"Ahem, why must you two be so tense?"

The Great World Tree and the Netherworld Ruler both looked toward the source of the sound, only to see Richard, the source of the conflict, calmly watching them.

"Although the Civilization Devourers have always acted tyrannically, no one can rule out the possibility that this is a conspiracy by the Civilization Devourers to instigate our internal strife. Why don't you two calm down and have a talk?"

I don't think the Netherworld Lord is an unreasonable person. World Tree, you don't need to be so aggressive and damage the harmony within the alliance.

"Talk? What's there to talk about?" the Netherworld Lord sneered. "You've already pinned this on me right away, what's the point of talking?"

Upon hearing this, Richard shook his head.

"Lord of the Underworld, you should calm down first. I don't think the Youhai Clan has reached the point where it can fight against the other four races."

You may feel good about it now, but your people will suffer greatly.

Youming looked at Richard, his eyes flashing with a chilling light.

"As long as I am here, the Ghost Clan will remain. But you... who among you can watch over all the worlds?"

Upon hearing this, Richard couldn't help but reveal a mocking smile.

"You haven't heard of divination? You're just a broken-limit cultivator. Divining your whereabouts isn't a big problem for the Wizard Alliance."

Let me repeat myself, calm down first. I'm here to find allies, not to sow discord.

Since Richard had said all that, Youming withdrew his oppressive aura.

Although he spoke toughly, he knew in his heart that if a fight really broke out, he might not be able to escape.

Seeing this, the Great World Tree withdrew its pressure. Seeing that the two sides were at peace, Richard spoke again: "Although the current evidence contains a large number of coordinates of the Netherworld Mother World."

However, I believe that the Ghost Clan as a whole is fine.

Just as the Lord of the Tide Spirits was unaware that a group of his Tide Spirits had been corrupted, the methods of the Civilization Devourer are varied and unpredictable. Who knows if he might use some means to infiltrate the Mother World of the Netherworld and then take the opportunity to establish himself there.

Lord of the Underworld, although you often stay in the Mother World, you must also understand the principle of "the darkest place is under the lamp".

The most dangerous place is also the safest place.

I imagine you wouldn't want your mother world to be corrupted without your knowledge.

The Lord of the Underworld looked at Richard and said, "What are you trying to say?"

Richard smiled slightly: "I want to say that I can help the Haunted Clan find the contamination."

"You come?"

Youming suddenly laughed.

"So that's where you were waiting for me."

As he spoke, Youming's eyes suddenly turned sharp.

"I don't trust you, outsider."

Richard shrugged indifferently: "I can use clones, but the Mechanical Overlord, the Tide Spirit Overlord, or even the Great World Tree, someone has to go and take a look."

The Netherworld Ruler was about to say something more, but was interrupted by the Great World Tree, who said, "I'll go."

As he spoke, the eyes on the tree trunk looked at the Lord of the Underworld.

"Youming, you can rest assured that I'm here."

Youming remained silent for a moment, then looked at the Great World Tree and slowly said, "Fine. But you must attend the Ghost Festival."

The Ghost Festival is a grand festival for the Ghostkin, on which large numbers of Ghostkin return to their mother world to celebrate the great Ghostkin who, according to legend, created the Ghostkin.

In the past, the Ghost Festival did indeed have the custom of inviting other rulers to attend.

However, in recent years, the Netherworld has suddenly stopped inviting people to the Netherworld.

“Then it’s a deal,” Richard said with a smile. “You see, a calm discussion is much better than a fight.”

Youming gave Richard a cold look, and then a dimensional portal appeared behind him.

Seeing this, the other rulers did not linger. After greeting the Great World Tree, they all chose to leave.

After they left, Richard and the Great World Tree exchanged a glance.

"Have you noticed the problem?"

Richard tapped his fingers lightly on the parliamentary round table and shook his head slightly.

“I don’t feel there’s anything wrong, but my intuition tells me that there’s something wrong with Xiling.”

Although Xiling was not a native, the abilities he displayed as a civilization with only one ruler surprised Richard.

That voice truly made Richard's soul tremble.

You should know that his soul was firmly protected by the Dominator Puppet.

"Then go ahead."

The Great World Tree stood up, and a dimensional gate appeared behind it.

"They will always reveal their true colors if they have a purpose."

(End of this chapter)