After reaching the maximum level, my "soft rice system" finally arrived.

On the obelisk, a line of text is written in a brilliant gold pattern—

In the year 493 of the Abundant Calendar, the Pure White Tower, one of the three Wizard Towers, was destroyed by the descent of the Sun God.

The Church of the God of Sunlight and Truth is located here.

Surrounding the obelisk are intricate and mysterious divine magic arrays that stretch endlessly across the pale earth and ruins.

Even after many years, Xia Er could still feel the divine power that had not yet dissipated within the array patterns.

These divine powers were condensed and formed by the array, imprisoning the space around the pure white tower.

Once anyone enters that pure white tower, they will be bound by the divine power that fills the formation, making it impossible for them to advance even an inch.

"Since we are already in a precarious situation—"

"Then stop maintaining that superior, self-righteous attitude that makes you think you can judge everything..."

Charles gazed at the pale golden divine power patterns and shook his head slightly.

The next moment, his mental ocean suddenly surged.

The immense magical power that roamed between heaven and earth seemed to have found its center in the booming wave of spiritual energy, and converged on this place in an instant.

If another wizarding apprentice who had learned the first-circle spell "Magic Perception" were present at this moment, he would be astonished to discover—

Theoretically, it should be an inexhaustible source of magic hidden within the atmosphere.

At this moment, however, it transformed into a dazzling, multicolored magical storm, violently sweeping across everything around it.

Amidst the storm, the pale golden divine runes suddenly lit up, standing out conspicuously in this dim world, exuding an indescribable majesty.

However, a fraction of a second later—

Click.

A sound like something breaking rang out.

The enormous pale golden divine runes that had been so profound and complex, covering the entire broken tower, suddenly dimmed, losing their previous dazzling power.

With a slight thought, Charles calmed the enormous magical storm.

Then, he took a light step and entered the pure white, broken tower.

.......

The pure white tower was completely empty.

Not to mention appliances, chandeliers, murals and other decorations, even the most basic facilities like stairs have disappeared.

Charles was not surprised by this.

After all, this is based on the scale and scale of a "witch hunt" in this world.

It is conceivable what would happen after the destruction of the Tower of Pure White.

How rigorously will the followers of the Church of the God of Sun and Truth search for the entire White Tower and its surrounding cities?

Let alone the wizards of the Pure White Tower, even ordinary residents who have had contact with the wizards will probably be subjected to the most severe brainwashing and interrogation.

Everything related to wizards, whether it be books in the Great Library or ordinary furniture and decorations in the White Tower, would naturally be collected and destroyed, for fear that even the slightest clue about wizards would be leaked.

Charles entered the empty, pale tower.

Then, he stood in the vast, empty hall, closed his eyes, and spread his spiritual power.

The ocean of the mind rises and falls gently, rippling out one wave after another.

Samuel's Flashback Spell

Within the astral vision—

Tiny, pale golden specks of light emerged around the symbol of the Charlemagne.

Within just a few seconds, it coalesced into a sea of ​​light.

Then, as if summoned by something, these ocean-like points of light suddenly surged into the spiritual symbol of Charles.

In an instant, millions of colorful images and countless fragments of memories flashed through Charles's mind.

.

"I've finally passed the formal wizard exam."

In the pale golden morning light, a young girl, still somewhat childish, held a medal inlaid with a white pagoda pattern, her face beaming with excitement.

"From this day forward, I am no longer a wizard's apprentice, but can now call myself a true wizard!"

..

"A legend indeed..."

"How distant it is, yet how enchanting it is, making one yearn for it."

Under the dim light of the magical lamp, the middle-aged man touched the few strands of white hair mixed in with his black hair, and flipped through the records of magical experiments in his hand with a sense of helplessness.

"I wonder if I'll have the chance to become a member of the Eight-Page Mage Council before I get old and frail."

...

"To create this forbidden spell, I spent decades of my life, neglecting my family and love..."

The old wizard, who looked still young but whose eyes held a sense of vicissitude, looked at the thick, well-organized spellbook in his hands, his eyes filled with emotion.

"but--"

"If, centuries from now, every wizard in the Three Towers can see this forbidden spell tome inscribed with my name in the Great Library..."

"So for me..."

"This life as an arcanist can be considered not lived in vain."

...

"According to information from the Crimson Tower, the Church of the True God is preparing to officially launch a witch hunt."

In the solemn council chamber, eight wizards dressed in different styles faced each other, the atmosphere heavy and tense.

After a long while, someone let out a silent sigh.

"Gentlemen, prepare yourselves..."

"The days when we lived in peace and tranquility, free to study arcane arts and openly roamed the continent as wizards."

"Perhaps, there will never be another..."

..

Under the scorching sun.

The man in the mage's robe straightened his hunched back and stepped out of the pure white tower.

Then, I looked up at the distant sky—

That majestic and awe-inspiring figure, so sacred that just seeing it makes one want to prostrate oneself in worship.

A series of dazzling magic arrays gathered behind him.

The violent magic tore through the atmosphere, roaring and shrieking.

Even with only two of the three towers remaining, the wizard suffered several defeats—

"But magic itself."

"Invincible forever!"

.

"teacher......"

"Xiao Yin..."

"Your Majesty the Tower Lord..."

"Why!"

"Why!"

Beneath the dim yellow sky, beside the broken Tower of Babel, a distraught figure roared in anger and despair.

Tears streamed down his cheeks, pooling into shallow puddles amidst the ruins of broken walls.

After a long while, he suddenly raised his head.

He looked up at the setting sun in the sky with his pale, lifeless eyes.

"I swear in the name of my four immortal pages—"

Even if my body transforms into a bone demon, even if I am shattered to pieces, even if my soul wanders the world alone, never to be reincarnated again—

"I too will drag you, you high and mighty sun god, into that dark and gloomy—"

"Within the boundless purgatory!"

..

Countless magnificent scenes.

Countless voices and emotions surged through Charles's mental ocean in a fraction of a second.