The Wizard: From Zero-Ring Wizard to Almighty Lord.

Outside the Nightmare Rift Valley.

Above the sky, one terrifying aura after another descended from the heavens, like stars falling.

Each figure descended, carrying with it a dazzling yet restrained starlight. The aura of the Morning Star Wizards intertwined and collided in the air, forming a repressive and chilling domain.

One after another, densely packed.

Before long, dozens of figures were already suspended in the sky outside the Nightmare Rift Valley, their starlight twinkling and illuminating the originally dim sky with an uncertain brightness.

Moreover, the number of people is still growing, soon reaching hundreds, and further away, other stars are faintly twinkling.

These people are all Morning Star Wizards.

Although the number of troops was not as large as when the army invaded last time.

That time, in addition to the Morning Star Wizards, a large number of formal wizards controlled enchanted devices and war machines, forming a massive battle line with overwhelming force.

This time, the Wizarding Council dispatched its elite forces.

Because they have confirmed that there is a level seven Radiant Moon level power within the Nightmare Rift.

Even if the council has a Radiant Moon Lord of the same rank to fight back, the clash between Radiant Moon Lords, even just the aftershocks, is enough to cause a formal wizard of the first level to the third level to collapse on the spot.

The spirit is torn apart, and the body is annihilated.

Even with war machines and demonic devices protecting them, it was all in vain.

Not only will they not be of any help, they will become a burden instead.

Therefore, only the Morning Star Wizard and His Majesty the Radiant Moon participated in this operation.

The battle lines are no longer stretched for thousands of miles, but they are more flexible.

After all, a Morning Star Wizard is worth hundreds or even thousands of official wizards.

Starlight swirled in the sky, their auras probing each other, and a heavy pressure filled the entire world.

Among this group of Morning Star Wizards, near the corner, stood a figure in black robes.

His long robe hung down, his hood covered his face, and his aura was suppressed to the point that he almost blended into the air.

This person was none other than Lynn.

His gaze swept around him, and most of the Morning Star Wizards standing suspended in the air were completely unfamiliar to him.

This is not surprising.

Although he had been a Morning Star Wizard for decades, or even close to a century, he had spent most of that time in seclusion cultivating.

The number of Morning Star wizards I truly know is very small.

"They all seem to be level four or five Morning Star wizards."

Lynn made his own judgment.

He carefully sensed the auras that were suspended in mid-air; those that were steady were at level five, while those that fluctuated slightly were at level four.

As for level six Morning Star Wizards... there wasn't a single one.

Not to mention the aura of the Radiant Moon.

Obvious.

Those sixth-level Morning Star Wizards, and the true Lord of the Moon, have not yet appeared.

They may be hiding in a higher place, analyzing the situation and planning for a battle, or... waiting for a crucial moment.

Lynn's gaze darkened slightly.

"Even as a Morning Star Wizard, once you reach the seventh level of the Radiant Moon realm, you're nothing more than a slightly larger pawn..."

He murmured to himself.

He is now a mid-level fourth-tier Morning Star Wizard, considered a powerful figure in the outside world, but in this war involving the Radiant Moon, he has very little access to core information.

The one who truly controls the situation is Morning Star Extreme, and His Majesty the Radiant Moon.

As for him, and those fourth and fifth-level Morning Star wizards, they were merely those who carried out orders.

piece?

Lynn's lips twitched slightly, a hint of self-mockery in them.

Of course, for the Morning Star Wizard, the word "chess piece" is rather harsh.

Perhaps the term "thug" is more appropriate.

However, if one lacks strength, one can only be swept along by the situation.

"If this ends here, I can capture Ilo..."

Lynn's eyes flickered slightly.

"In addition to his understanding of the rules of life, and the accumulation of the life rules in my 'Wild Thorns'..."

"Perhaps I can take advantage of the situation to go into seclusion for a while and reach the fourth level of perfection in one fell swoop."

He has gradually adapted to the cultivation rhythm of the Morning Star level and has also figured out a method to assist in comprehending the rules.

Although the cultivation speed is not as astonishing as it was in the apprentice and formal wizard stages, it is no longer as slow as it was when I first entered the Morning Star realm.

Before my thoughts could settle, suddenly...

A powerful and vast voice resounded simultaneously in the ears of all the Morning Star Wizards.

It has no origin, yet it is everywhere.

The voice was steady and solemn, as if it came from the rules themselves.

This is the law enforcement wizard "Light of Discipline" sent by the Wizarding Council.

A powerful being at the level of a sixth-level Morning Star Wizard.

"Everyone..."

The sound echoed through the sky.

"For this operation, you may form your own teams or act alone. Just follow your usual routine."

Both white wizards and black wizards participated in this battle.

White wizards are better at teamwork and coordinated formations; black wizards, on the other hand, prefer to work alone and use mysterious methods.

Therefore, the parliament did not force the formation of a team.

"This operation..."

"You have been granted wartime access to the Wizarding World."

The voice suddenly turned cold.

"Once you enter the Nightmare Rift, anyone who tries to stop you can be killed on the spot."

Wartime permissions.

This means there is no need to report or conduct a trial.

Cut first and then play.

It could even lead to mass slaughter!
Without this authority, even a Morning Star Wizard would be wanted by the Wizarding Council if he were to commit a large-scale massacre of lower-level wizards.

But now that I have the permissions, this problem doesn't exist.

Now that Nightmare Rift Valley has been occupied by the Meteor Council, those who dare to resist are most likely members of the Meteor Council.

It is only natural to kill without mercy.

But in Lynn's mind, another consideration arose.

The level seven being inside the Nightmare Rift Valley ultimately originated from the power of the ancient god civilization.

That power itself possesses infectious and corrosive properties.

If the old atmosphere spreads...

Not only will the wizards of the Meteor Council be corrupted.

Even the Morning Star wizards from the ten major cities who are imprisoned inside the Rift may have already been corrupted.

In this situation, the Wizarding Council granted them the highest authority, allowing the many Morning Star wizards to act without restraint.

"There are no specific constraints on this operation going forward."

The voice of the Light of Discipline resonated deep within everyone's hearts like a great bell, layer upon layer, as if the rules were whispering.

"Once inside, do as you please... the more thorough the destruction, the better! If we can force that level seven being out, that would be ideal!"

Before the words were even finished, a sense of chilling tension filled the air.

"You need not worry about life and death. The great Moon Goddess is watching over you at all times."

"The operation officially begins!"

"Please, great... Sage of Calligraphy, clear the way for us!"

The moment the last sentence fell, the world seemed to fall silent for a moment.

The many Morning Star wizards present were all shaken.

From the vast, high place, an indescribable, towering figure seemed to cast its gaze upon us.

The gaze wasn't intense, but it was so heavy it was almost suffocating.

Strangely, they couldn't sense anything.

Even as a Morning Star Wizard who has already touched upon the level of rules, he cannot detect even the slightest fluctuation of the rules at this moment.

It was as if that being already stood above the rules.

Bright moon.

Needless to say.

The being known as the "Golden Pen Calligraphy Sage" must be a radiant moon-drenched deity.

However, no one knew which of the nine major Radiant Moon forces in the Southern Region he belonged to. Just as Lin En's doubts arose, a sudden change occurred.

He suddenly had an extremely absurd yet incredibly real feeling that he had been "flattened".

It's not a distortion of the physical body, but a collapse of dimensions.

Originally, he was in a three-dimensional world, able to overlook space and perceive layers, but now, all sense of three-dimensionality has disappeared.

Heaven and earth no longer have depth, and space no longer has verticality and horizontality.

The surrounding scenery unfolded like an ink painting, with mountains, rivers, the void, and numerous Morning Star Wizards all transformed into an open scroll.

He no longer stands in space, but exists in a painting.

This is the work of the Sage of Calligraphy.

There was no fanfare, no upheaval, and no clash of rules.

They couldn't even comprehend what kind of power the other had unleashed before they were enveloped and reshaped by that immense force.

Lynn and the many Morning Star wizards were, at this moment, merely "objects" in the painting.

A sense of dread, almost instinctive, rose within him, as if the great calligrapher with the golden brush could casually sketch something with a flick of his pen...

If you cross them out of the painting, they will probably disappear in an instant.

No need for rules to collapse, no need for force to annihilate.

Simply... "does not exist".

Even if the paintings return to the three-dimensional world, they will not be resurrected.

Because they have been erased from the "picture".

It was eerie and terrifying, silent and still.

So powerful it's beyond comprehension.

This is the method of His Majesty the Radiant Moon, which transcends the level of the Morning Star Wizard.

Before such beings, so-called rules are nothing more than ink stains left by a light touch of a pen.

At this moment, Lynn was not the only one who was alarmed.

Level 4 Morning Star Wizards, Level 5 Morning Star Wizards... all those who have stepped into the realm of rules have the same thought flash through their minds:
If that stroke were to fall, they would cease to exist.

They certainly understood that the Sage of Calligraphy would not lay a hand on them.

But "knowing" is one thing, and "feeling" is another.

When one's life and death are no longer in one's own hands, but hang in the hands of others, that instinctive fear still spreads silently, like a cold tide, seeping into every inch of one's mind.

Even Lynn could not hide his horror at this moment.

For the first time since breaking through to the Morning Star Wizard realm, he had so clearly grasped the immense terror between life and death.

It wasn't a fight, nor was it a clash of rules.

Rather, whether it exists or not depends entirely on the will of others.

"The scales... can be activated."

Almost instinctively, Lynn sank his consciousness into his body.

He possesses two items that touch upon the level of the Radiant Moon, and may even surpass it.

Firstly, it is the spirit of the blue sky.

However, the Spirit of Azure Sky is currently presiding over the Church of Life in the Spirit Eye Plane, slowly absorbing the power of faith to recharge, and is temporarily unable to be used.

Secondly, there is the golden scales.

Lynn's mind stirred slightly as he attempted to activate that dormant authority.

The next moment, he clearly sensed that the scales had responded.

It was a power that was extremely subtle, yet truly existed.

If anything unexpected happens, he can use the power of the golden scales to forcibly escape this place.

Only after confirming this did he slowly exhale, calming his mind somewhat.

At the same time, he developed an even stronger curiosity and awe for the existence of the "Radiant Moon" level.

"What terrifying methods..."

Lynn whispered to himself.

"The reason we were able to detect the anomaly is probably because we had already violated the rules..."

If a formal wizard were to step into this place, they would probably not even realize that they have been compressed from three-dimensional space into a two-dimensional painting.

Completely unaware, without any sign of anything amiss.

Like something that exists on paper, it has never doubted the meaning of "thickness".

The Morning Star Wizard is different.

Although they could not escape the force of dimensional reduction, they could vaguely sense that they were being "compressed".

Just like ants.

Ants are three-dimensional creatures, but they can only perceive the world in an approximately two-dimensional way;

At this moment, they are like "ants" being suppressed from the opposite direction.

Forced into the painting, yet still remembering that I once stood in three-dimensional space.

This "remembering" is what's most unsettling.

Because you know you're being crushed, but you're powerless to break free.

scoff!

It was as if the sound of a pen slicing across paper was gently echoing between heaven and earth.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was so clear it was chilling.

Immediately afterwards, everyone "saw" a golden quill pen slowly emerge.

This feeling is extremely strange.

Logically speaking, since they are now pressed into the two-dimensional scroll, they should not be aware of the existence of the "painting brush" even if the picture changes.

How can one see the hand that held the brush in the painting?

But ironically, they sensed it.

No one knows how they "saw" it.

Without spatial depth, without a real perspective, only a perception that transcends the senses, the quill pen hangs grandly above the entire painting.

Looking down from a higher "perspective," the painting appears vast and boundless.

The Nightmare Rift Valley is contained within.

Layer upon layer of magical arrays, like dense patterns, enveloped the entire area, making it difficult even for a Morning Star Wizard to forcibly cross.

Lynn and the others were nothing more than a small blot of ink in a corner of the painting.

So small that they are almost indistinguishable.

The next moment, the quill pen, which was entirely golden and gleaming, slowly fell.

The pen tip touches the canvas.

There was no roar, no tremor.

It's just a crisp, clean outline.

That stroke extended straight from where Lynn and the others were.

The layers of formations were as if they didn't exist, and were easily "penetrated".

The brushstrokes penetrate both the external world and the internal world.

Finally, it fell into the deepest part of the Nightmare Rift Valley, the core area where the ten former cities were located.

Formed in one continuous line.

Then, the golden quill slowly faded away, as if it had never appeared at all.

At the same time, the feeling of being suppressed and reduced in dimensionality quickly subsided.

Space regains its thickness, and heaven and earth regain their depth.

Their perspective began to take on a "three-dimensional" form.

The two-dimensional plane world is expanded back into a three-dimensional space.

When Lynn fully regained his senses, he was stunned.

All the Morning Star Wizards were also rendered speechless.

Because the nightmare rift valley before us is no longer the same.

Just ahead of them, a dark passage stood silently, deep, stable, and without a sound, yet it led straight into the interior of the rift valley.

It was not a temporary spatial passage; there were no fluctuations of spatial distortion, nor any traces of array construction.

It was so stable that it seemed to have existed there since ancient times, as if the world was meant to be this way. With just one step, one could go straight into the depths of the Nightmare Rift.

The magical formations remained intact, undamaged, unbroken, and unweakened.

They remain in their original places, layer upon layer sealing off the rift valley.

However, at this moment, there was another path, a path that ignored the formation and penetrated the core.

It was as if the rules themselves had been rewritten, as if this passage had always been meant to exist.

This is the method employed by His Majesty the Radiant Moon.

It wasn't forced destruction, nor was it a direct crushing force; rather, it was a thunderclap in the silence, directly rewriting the narrative of "reality." (End of Chapter)