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

The entire galaxy where the Pano plane is located suddenly "lit up".

It's not natural starlight.

Instead, one after another, dazzling lights suddenly appeared, lighting up the void one after another, echoing each other, and quickly connecting to form a vast and ancient array network.

Those lights were not temporary structures, but rather layers of grand formations personally laid out by the Natural God Dynasty when it subdued the Pano Plane.

Normally, they are as silent as death.

Once awakened, it means one thing: the Natural God Dynasty, located in the Wizarding World headquarters, has sent people over!

This time, however, it's on a completely different level from the previous "probing" start.

Previously, Lynn had merely remotely activated the interdimensional teleportation array and casually tossed two people in, which was more like... testing the waters.

But this time it was completely different. The array resonated layer by layer, the energy operated in a systematic way, and the spatial passage was reinforced and widened inch by inch.

It's not just about sending people over; it's about directly building an interdimensional passage connecting to the Natural Divine Dynasty!

The teleportation officially started the next moment.

The first group to enter the passage consisted of no ordinary soldiers, only Lynn and a group of Morning Star wizards—a whole batch of true core combat power.

As for the "reserve forces" at the formal wizard level, they were placed further back, awaiting the activation of the second teleportation.

The true first wave of impact belongs only to Morning Star, and only Morning Star.

The reason, of course, is the destination Lynn chose to descend to.

Theoretically speaking, among the three major cities in the Pano plane, the Sky City is the "safest".

It is constantly in motion, with an unpredictable trajectory, making it extremely difficult for the divine civilization to pinpoint its exact coordinates.

But for Lynn, this was not a problem at all.

As the lord of the Natural God Dynasty, retrieving core data from subordinate planes is simply within his authority.

Coordinates? You can have them if you want.

The problem is that it's unnecessary. He didn't come to "pick up someone" or to "develop steadily and slowly plot."

He's here to start a war!

The delay of so many days has resulted in a chaotic situation in the entire Pano plane, and has severely damaged the fighting spirit of the entire plane.

Therefore, a resounding victory is needed to turn things around, and that is why Lynn chose to descend upon the battlefield!
This is why, before taking action, he had already used the power of conflict and the soul of slaying flames as "long-range vision" and directly threw them into the two most dangerous areas.

On the battlefields of the Ocean Kingdom and the Land Capital, two of the most chaotic battlefields.

According to Crystal Lantern Flower's feedback, there was no signal at all from Ocean Kingdom.

What this means is self-evident.

That unlucky guy from the Conflict of Power probably landed and was eliminated before he could even get a good look at his surroundings. He didn't even have a chance to struggle and didn't bring back any information.

In contrast, at least in the City of Earth, there are still "images"—the Soul of the Flame-Slaying Wizard is still alive and has sent back some valuable information.

That is why Lynn chose not to descend upon the Sky City or the unknown Ocean Kingdom, but rather to the Earth City.

At least until he officially arrives, the Soul of Slaying Flames can continue to provide battlefield information.

And if we can just hold on for this short period of time, we might actually be able to save our lives.

Of course, this "it's hard to say" is really hard to say. After all, surviving on such a battlefield is extremely difficult, but at least he still has a chance.

Compared to that strife where even the cause of death was unclear... this is much better.

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The battlefield in the City of Earth has completely changed.

Not long ago, this was a relatively "normal" battle of attack and defense, with one side defending the city to the death and the other side launching a strong attack to break through the enemy lines.

But now, the focus of the entire battlefield has been abruptly shifted.

Upon landing, the Soul of the Flame Wizard practically became a "super-bright beacon," directly absorbing most of the firepower from the army of gods.

At this moment, high in the sky, the torrent of magic that was originally pouring down on the city is frantically reshaping its path, with the unified goal of killing the Flame Soul.

The next moment!
boom!
A massive, overwhelming surge of magical energy, like a landslide or a tsunami, pressed down on him.

Under an attack of this scale, any single target is merely a locked coordinate.

But the Soul of the Flame is, after all, a Morning Star Wizard. Even in this seemingly hopeless situation, he can still manage to bounce around a bit and avoid being instantly killed.

After all, the level of "Morning Star Wizard" is not something that can be achieved casually, whether within the wizarding civilization or in this vast and boundless universe.

Even in the divine civilization system where gods reside high in the clouds, the Morning Star level still belongs to the top-tier combat power.

A ruler of a region, suppressing its inhabitants, is not just a figure of speech.

However, the "paths" of the two great civilizations are fundamentally different.

The path to transcendence in the civilization of gods appears to have many branches. Knights charge ahead, taking the route of combining physical body with divine power; mages rely on the magic network, drawing power from the rules; and priests and sorcerers are responsible for spreading divine pronouncements and gathering faith.

They may seem to be going their own way, but at the end of the road there is only one direction: divinity.

Transcending the mortal realm, entering the sacred realm, igniting the divine fire, raising the divine throne, and completely transforming a fragile life into an immortal deity.

This is their final destination.

If we had to make a rough comparison, the three realms of Morning Star in the Wizarding world could be roughly matched.

A level four Morning Star Wizard's soul strength has approached a certain critical point, beginning to touch the edge of "divinity".

In the pantheon of gods, such beings are usually referred to as quasi-gods.

Further up, at the fifth level, the Morning Star, like the Soul of Slaying Flames at this moment, is no longer just "touching," but has begun to expand its territory at the level of rules.

The ability to control, rewrite, and resist—this level is essentially comparable to demigods who wield some divine authority.

As for a level 6 Morning Star, that's even more outrageous.

Those who reach this extreme level are already capable of interfering with the very origin of a plane.

In the understanding of the divine civilization, such beings are almost equivalent to "gods walking among humans".

It has a physical form, a will, and the power to shake everything.

Of course, this kind of benchmarking is ultimately just a reference.

The underlying logic of the two systems is too different, and trying to force an application of one would be of limited significance.

Moreover, within the civilization of gods, there exists an even more troublesome group: a group of people who deliberately choose not to become gods.

They clearly have the qualifications, even the ability, yet they stubbornly stand at the door and refuse to go in.

The reason is simple: divine authority is both a source of power and a shackle.

Once you acquire a power that is "not high enough in level," your future potential will be completely locked, and it will be almost impossible to climb higher.

Therefore, those truly ambitious and monstrous talents are not in a hurry to ignite the divine fire.

They would rather continue to walk the world as "sacred beings" than just find a position to sit in, but don't be fooled by this "not yet a god" status.

These people are more dangerous than many real gods.

They often hold vast resources of faith and also have their eyes on high positions of power that may become vacant at any time.

Once the opportunity arises, they can complete the leap in a very short time and directly become gods.

In the mage system, this type of being has a very straightforward name: legendary mage, while in the warrior system, they are called legendary warrior.

To put it bluntly, they are a group of monsters who could become gods at any time, but haven't "chosen their place" yet.

Lynn was no stranger to the level of "legendary mage".

He had seen it once from afar during that interdimensional expedition years ago.

Across countless battles and spatial aftershocks, from a great distance, he looked up and saw that at that time, he was just an insignificant low-level wizard in the tower.

They can only look up to those who truly stand at the top, and the "Legendary Mage" is one of them.

That feeling is actually very intuitive; it's not simply about being "strong," it's on a completely different level.

That sense of oppression, even from a great distance, still sends chills down your spine.

From a systemic perspective, in the classification of the civilization of gods, as long as one crosses the threshold of "legendary", one has already reached the fourth level.

That is, the edge of a near-godlike being. One step further.

Those beings known as "legendary archmages" have begun to resonate with a higher level of existence in their very essence.

In the wizarding system, this is roughly equivalent to a level 5 Morning Star, like the Soul of the Blazing Flame.

But going any further, it's no longer a problem that can be solved by "quantity".

Very few legendary individuals have actually managed to cross over and reach the sixth level of the Morning Star realm.

Because that step was not just a leap in power, but the beginning of directly touching the "original authority".

That kind of thing is originally the domain of gods, and it is easy to imagine how difficult it would be for a mortal body to withstand it.

Therefore, there is a higher-level term, "forbidden mage".

If a legendary mage can hold his own against a "quasi-god," then a legendary archmage can directly confront a "demigod."
Only such beings, known as "forbidden," can truly achieve the feat of facing immortal gods head-on with a mortal body.

It sounds exaggerated, but the truth is they can really do it.

Of course, this level is already close to legendary.

How scarce is it?
Simply put, the vast majority of people with this potential give up before they even get to that point.

It's not that I lack the ability, it's that the temptation is too great.

Immortality, divine throne, power—few can truly resist such temptations.

Therefore, the vast majority of top geniuses, after reaching that critical point, will choose to ignite the divine fire and ascend directly to godhood.

Only a very small number of people, a very small number of people with a stubbornness that borders on obsession, will deliberately stop.

They refused to deify or establish a nation, stubbornly placing themselves between mortals and gods, attempting to forge a completely different path.

These kinds of people are not even quite right to call themselves geniuses; they're more like outliers.

Mystra, the supreme goddess who rules the magic network and controls all spellcasters.

She has many powerful subordinates, but even so, there is only one true "forbidden mage".

Ilminster Omar.

That guy who was called the goddess "Chosen One".

The rumors even went so far as to claim that he had climbed the body of the main god. Of course, this claim is partly true and partly false, but it at least illustrates one thing:

His position in Mistra's heart was extremely high, even high enough to touch upon certain forbidden zones.

Compared to the gods that are everywhere, beings of this level are more like "unique treasures".

That's why such people don't appear here, nor do they need to appear here.

At this moment, there are many powerful warriors on the battlefield of the Great City, but the main force consists of legendary mages and legendary archmages, supplemented by a small number of legendary knights who charge and break through enemy lines.

As for quasi-gods, demigods, and even true gods, none of them appeared.

At least not yet.

In other words, the Goddess of the Magic Network only targeted the legendary mages who submitted to her this time, and did not try to recruit any ordinary gods.

There were no deities present, nor was it necessary.

Because the existence of these legendary-level beings alone, combined with that magic network that covers the entire plane, is already terrifying enough.

They themselves are not weak; any legendary mage or legendary archmage could easily rival a level four or five wizard.

But what truly threw the situation off balance was "something" behind them.

That faintly visible magic net didn't seem like a single entity; rather, it was more like a complex system of spell distribution and computation, as well as an energy system.

These spellcasters are nodes, while the magic network is the core.

Spells no longer need to be constructed step by step; as long as the permissions are in place, they can be invoked directly and then unleashed.

That feeling was like opening a valve with no upper limit.

Energy, techniques, and rules all rained down in the form of a "flood."

This model is a nightmare for individual powerhouses.

At this moment, the Soul of Slaying Flames is being held firmly in place by this "nightmare".

He has revealed everything, playing all his cards and using all the rules.

Even the extraordinary magical plant, the Fiery Golden Sunflower, which had been kept hidden away, was completely unleashed.

But what was the result? He could only barely save his life.

High in the sky, the once imposing dark gold sunflower has completely changed its appearance.

The petals shattered, the branches and leaves were charred, and the flames that had been surging like a furnace were now dimmed by the aftershocks of the spell.

From a distance, it looks like a lamp that could go out at any moment, teetering on the brink of collapse.

The Soul of Slaying Flames himself dared not move. He huddled tightly within the light shield opened by the golden sunflower, not daring to take even a single step outside.

Because he knew very well that if he showed even the slightest flaw...

In the next instant, those high-level arcane and godlike legendary spells will lock onto you with the precision of a program.

Starting from the most basic structure, dismantle it bit by bit, the body, energy, and even the soul, all of it is wiped clean.

The problem is that even the strongest defense has its limits, and besides, the Blazing Golden Sunflower itself is not a defensive magical plant.

Its strengths lie in plundering, bursting out, and suppressing; it is an extraordinary plant on the offensive end. Now, however, it is forced to be used as a shield, which is already an overdraft. The fact that it has lasted until now is already the limit beyond the limit, and it can even be said that it is burning its foundation.

The sea of ​​consciousness of the Soul of Slaying Flames was now beginning to tremble violently, with waves of sharp pain churning from the depths of its soul.

He could clearly "feel" that the fiery golden sunflower, which was connected to his life, was injured, a wound to its very core.

Once this kind of injury is left, it's almost impossible to repair it later.

His face was deathly pale, his eyes were bloodshot, his jaw was clenched so tightly that even his chin was trembling slightly.

For a nature wizard, magical plants are life itself. Losing them is no different from a bloodline wizard having their bloodline drained, or even worse.

Even so, he dared not accept it. This barrier, which was already beginning to collapse, was his only "delayed death."

Once the spell is removed, he probably won't be able to hold out for even a moment with his sorcery.

The torrent of magic outside will wipe him out completely, starting from his most basic particle structure, in the shortest amount of time.

"Damn it... Lynn!"

The Soul of Slaying Flames cursed through gritted teeth, but the curse, though fierce, lacked conviction.

More than anything, it's the uncontrollable emotion that comes from being driven to a dead end, and a belated sense of regret.

Why? Why was the first one to step forward? Why did you presumptuously test the new lord's bottom line in front of that lord's mansion?
Looking back now, I feel like a joke.

If time could be reversed, he would never have been the first to jump out and cause trouble for Lynn.

Unfortunately, reality doesn't allow for "what ifs"; one wrong step can mean the difference between life and death.

"Is this... the place where I'm going to end my life?"

The moment the thought popped into his head, even he couldn't help but shudder.

At the edge of his vision, the fiery golden sunflower that had accompanied him all the way to this day had begun to crumble.

It's not just the surface damage, but the entire structure, which is collapsing little by little.

The flower disc cracked, the flames dimmed, and even the core "furnace," which seemed to never go out, was fluctuating violently, as if it would go out completely at any moment.

In that instant, the Soul of Slaying Flames felt as if a piece of its heart had been ripped out, the pain causing it to go numb.

But he didn't even have time to feel sorry for himself.

Because in the distant sky, the light of the magic net did not diminish in the slightest, and the torrent of spells continued to press down wave after wave.

The rules of the Pano plane are clearly more inclined towards the wizarding system, but on the other end of the magic network, they are connected to the authority of that supreme being.

With an almost limitless energy supply and near-perfect spellcasting, the slight "tilt" of the plane's origin seems particularly powerless in this context.

However, at this critical moment when all hope seemed lost, the celestial phenomena suddenly changed dramatically! (End of Chapter)