Projection of the Heavens: I prove my immortality through slaughter.

That wisp of orange-red flame, ignited by pure will, flickered stubbornly against the onslaught of the dense undercurrent. Though it illuminated only a small area, it was like a sharp blade piercing through the eternal, deathly darkness. Lin Xuan could clearly feel that his own consciousness and the "fire" rules of this world had established a mysterious connection through this faint flame.

However, just as he was preparing to explore this connection further and try to do something based on it, something unexpected happened!

It wasn't an undercurrent from the outside world, but rather originated from the deepest, dormant consciousness of this body—Erwin West!

As if a long-sealed memory switch filled with endless pain and fear had been triggered, a torrent of memories far more turbulent, more tragic, and more desperate than when they merged before erupted like a volcano, suddenly gushing out from the depths of Elwin's consciousness and instantly engulfing Lin Xuan's main consciousness!

This time, it's not just fragmented images, but a complete, immersive, and truly personal "memory"!

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The scene before my eyes suddenly changed.

The leaden sky, the cold sanctuary, and the flickering flames all vanished. In their place came bright, almost blinding sunlight, the fragrance of grass and earth, and the distant shouts of knights training in the West family manor.

Lin Xuan (or rather, he was experiencing all of this from Elwin's perspective at this moment) stood on the highest terrace of the manor, dressed in a clean and tidy novice mage's robe, holding a thick book, "An Introduction to Basic Elements," enjoying the tranquility of the afternoon. It was three days after his sixteenth birthday, and with the support of his family, he had just successfully sensed the magic network, becoming a glorious mage apprentice. The future seemed bright, and the whole world was full of infinite possibilities.

However, this tranquility did not last long.

First came a piercing, soul-tearing cry of an eagle, echoing from the highest heavens. Alvin (Lin Xuan) instinctively looked up, only to see that the seven moons, usually hanging gently in the azure sky, were now... trembling violently! Their colors began to turn eerie and unstable, their light flickering erratically, as if they might fall from the sky at any moment!

Then, the earth began to rumble deeply, like the pounding of a giant's heart! The distant mountains shook, the nearby trees swayed wildly, and leaves fell like raindrops. The shouts on the training field turned into terrified screams.

"What's going on?!" "Was it an earthquake?" "Look at the sky! The moon!"

Panic spread like a plague throughout and around the manor.

Alvin was filled with confusion and unease. He gripped the railing of the terrace tightly, his eyes fixed on the trembling sky.

Then, he saw—a scene he would never forget.

As the seven moons trembled to their extremes, their light twisting and merging into a chaotic mix of colors, the sky... was torn apart!

It wasn't the clouds, but the sky itself! Enormous, dark red vortexes, their edges burning with black flames and their interiors swirling like countless tormented souls, suddenly filled the entire firmament without warning! It was as if an invisible giant hand had brutally torn countless bleeding wounds into the world!

"Abyssal Rift! It's an Abyssal invasion!!" Inside the manor, a knowledgeable old butler let out a heart-wrenching, desperate wail.

As if to confirm his words, countless insane noises, a mixture of roars, shrieks, and delirium, emanated from the enormous, dark red cracks. Then, like a flood bursting its banks, countless terrifying creatures of various shapes and sizes, exuding an aura of sulfur and destruction, swarmed out of the cracks!

Some of them resemble enormous hounds with lava flowing through their skin, spewing green fel flames from their mouths; others are humanoid demons wielding bony wings, curved horns on their heads, and long whips of fire; still others are twisted monsters as large as mountains, composed of pure negative energy, which corrupt the earth and extinguish life wherever they go!

An army of demons! Invaders from the bottomless abyss!

Like locusts that blot out the sky, they swarmed towards cities, villages, forests, and rivers on the earth... and all living things they saw became the targets of their slaughter and destruction!

Wester Manor will be the first to be affected!

A berserker demon with a wingspan of over ten zhang crashed onto the training ground like a meteorite. The massive shockwave instantly tore dozens of elite knights and their warhorses to shreds! It roared excitedly, brandishing its enormous decapitation sword, and began to wreak havoc, setting everything in its path ablaze.

"No! Father! Mother!" Alvin cried out in despair. He saw flames and intense magical explosions rising from the direction of the main building of the manor. It was his parents, Count and Countess West, leading the family mages and guards in a desperate fight.

But there was nothing he could do. He was just an apprentice who had just begun to sense the magic network, as vulnerable as an infant in the face of the true demons of war.

"Elwin! Go!" His mentor, a middle-aged mage in a dark blue robe, rushed onto the terrace, his face ashen. He grabbed Elwin's arm, his voice urgent and hoarse, "To the capital! To the 'Source of All Laws'! That's our last hope! Hurry!"

Without a word, the mentor shoved a heavy scroll, secured with a mithril lock, into his arms, then chanted rapidly. A soft blue light enveloped Elwin, sending him flying into the dense forest behind the manor.

In the final moments before his body was thrown into the air, Elwin turned back and witnessed a scene that terrified him—a demon, lurking in the shadows like a giant spider, emerged from the void, its scythe-like forelimbs easily piercing the magical shield his mentor had hastily erected, emerging from his back and chest! The light in his mentor's eyes dimmed rapidly, his body slumped to the ground, blood staining his deep blue robes crimson.

"tutor--!!!"

Overwhelmed by boundless grief and fear, Alvin was enveloped in blue light. Like a kite with a broken string, he plummeted into the dense forest, crashing to the ground and losing consciousness.

When he awoke again, it was night. No, it wasn't natural night, but a perpetual darkness shrouded in the abyss's aura and the thick smoke of burning flames. In the sky, the seven moons had completely dimmed, leaving only the enormous abyssal fissures, like scars on the world, radiating an ominous red glow.

He struggled to his feet and found himself in an unfamiliar mountain forest. In the distance, in the direction where Wester Manor had once stood, only towering flames and the faint sounds of demonic roars and the dying wails of survivors could be heard.

He became an orphan, lost his home, and lost everything.

The mithril scroll in his arms was cold and heavy; it was a token of his last hope, obtained by his mentor with his life.

He wiped away his tears, suppressed the overwhelming grief and fear in his heart, and with the help of his apprentice-level mental strength, he discerned the direction. Then, stumbling along, he began his escape towards the royal capital—the sacred land of "the source of all laws"—that he remembered.

What followed was like a rapidly flashing black-and-white silent film, filled with turbulence, hunger, fear, and despair.

He saw burning villages, mountains of corpses, devoured by demons; he saw fleeing crowds falling in droves as they were hunted down by demons; he saw powerful mages and knights who died bravely in battle, their bodies set ablaze by fel energy and turned to ashes; he also saw once-prosperous cities reduced to smoldering ruins, their crumbling walls covered with congealed blood and entrails.

The cracks in the sky multiplied, and the demons that poured out grew ever more powerful and bizarre. They not only slaughtered, but also corrupted the earth and twisted living beings. Some animals and humans corrupted by the abyss's aura transformed into monsters driven only by killing, turning against their former kin.

The legions, mage towers, and united barriers that the magical civilization was so proud of were being defeated and gradually disintegrated in the face of an endless, surging army of demons with all sorts of bizarre abilities.

Hope, like a candle flickering in the wind, is slowly being extinguished.

Alvin followed the surviving escape team, enduring countless hardships and narrowly escaping death countless times, finally arriving at the royal capital, the sacred land known as the "Source of All Laws".

However, this place is no longer a haven. The massive protective barrier is crumbling under the siege of countless powerful demons, the city is overflowing with refugees, order has collapsed, and an atmosphere of despair permeates every corner.

He tried to find the official institutions, hand over his mentor's scrolls, and contribute his meager strength, only to find that the higher-ups were already in chaos, each fighting their own battles, and even that there were surrender factions and escape factions.

Finally, with the help of a severely wounded knight commander who also came from Westerland, he was able to enter a relatively intact mage tower on the edge of the Holy Land, which is the tower he is now in, and become a menial apprentice under the tower master—an elderly mage.

However, this only allowed him to prolong his life for a little longer.

The invasion from the abyss did not stop; on the contrary, it intensified. The legendary abyss lords began to descend across realms, their power enough to easily tear apart the barrier erected by the combined forces of mages.

The image in my memory is ultimately frozen on that day of final destruction.

All the cracks in the sky merged into a colossal, dark portal spanning the heavens! A massive arm, as large as a mountain, bound by countless chains and burning with eternal hellfire, slowly emerged from the portal, and with just a flick of a finger—

The final protective barrier of the "Source of All Laws," which embodied the hopes of countless mages, shattered like fragile glass!

Endless demons, like a black tsunami, instantly engulfed the last sanctuary...

The memory abruptly ends there, replaced by boundless darkness and the excruciating pain of a torn consciousness.

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