Wizards begin with Occlumency.

Within the cone of light lies destiny.

Covering the Great Sage Michel... oh no, it should be the Celestial Venerable Michel, not a net, but destiny.

No matter how sudden the incident was, Celestial Master Michel, who had just completed his ascension, was still able to react in time and respond immediately.

However, Michelangelo's attempt to break free from the cone of light and the shackles of fate failed.

A complete and utter failure!

"Don't try, you can't break free."

Lottesno, who was standing to the side, spoke up. There was no sarcasm in his tone, only a faint pity and a sorrow for the plight of others.

Upon hearing this, Celestial Master Michel heeded Lautersno's advice, stopped struggling, looked at Lautersno, and awaited his explanation.

Lottesno shook his head slightly and sighed, "Michel, you're too impatient. Your overly strong will to survive has blinded you, preventing you from seeing things clearly and causing you to make many mistakes. Repeatedly extending your lifespan is one, giving up on developing your own school of wizardry is another, trying to seize the position of the mystical wizard saint is yet another, taking a desperate gamble by coming to a parallel universe is yet another, and accepting funding from the Celestial Court of the Immortal God Civilization is yet another."

After a pause, Lottesno's tone grew even lower: "If you hadn't been so hasty and had been calmer, you could have avoided these mistakes and wouldn't be in this situation now."

"What's your current situation?"

Michel Abbot's voice suddenly became even hoarser.

"A situation where I have no choice in the matter."

"Lottesno replied in a deep voice."

"Unable to control one's own destiny?"

Master Michel frowned, as if he had thought of something under the guidance of Lottesnow.

After a moment, Master Michel quickly recalled his mental journey, choices, and many important events over the years, and seemed to gain some insight.

"Have you figured it out?"

Noticing a slight change in Michel's eyes, Lottesno asked in a low voice.

"I've figured it out."

Celestial Venerable Michel nodded and then explained, "Celestial Master Xu Jing told me that as long as I accept the Heavenly Court's funding, I will definitely be able to successfully transform my cultivation and be promoted to Celestial Venerable. He also said that the Heavenly Court does not need me to completely abandon the Wizarding Civilization and the Supreme Council. It only hopes that I can become a special existence that can take into account the interests of both the Heavenly Court and the Supreme Council, and between the Immortal Civilization and the Wizarding Civilization."

"You are now."

Lottesnow's words seemed to have a hidden meaning.

"Yes, that is me now. From this moment on, I am a special being who can take into account the interests of both the Heavenly Court and the Supreme Council, and between the Immortal Civilization and the Wizard Civilization, rather than a true Celestial Venerable or Saint, or a Wizard or Immortal with free will."

Celestial Master Michel then said what Lotesnow hadn't said.

After speaking, Celestial Master Michel glanced to his left and right.

On the left are the celestial beings and gods of Heaven observing the commotion here.

On the right are the wizards of the Supreme Council observing the commotion here.

Turning his gaze away, Michelle Tianzhong looked again at Lotesno not far in front of him and continued, "The mystical wizarding school once absorbed a large part of the knowledge about light from a certain technological civilization. I remember there is a saying, 'Within the cone of light lies destiny.'"

As he spoke, Celestial Venerable Michel looked up at the beam of light enveloping him: "Even though I haven't successfully advanced yet, I'm still a ninth-level Great Sage Wizard, not someone that ordinary light or fate can bind. Besides, I have indeed successfully switched cultivation and advanced. I want to know, what kind of beam of light is this that can bind a Celestial Venerable?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Celestial Master Michel stared intently into Lotesno's eyes, his eyes gradually clearing from their cloudiness, revealing an extremely earnest desire for instruction.

Lotesno was silent for a moment before replying, "The Celestial Master told me that he had vaguely witnessed some events happening at the source of the time river of other universes at the source of the time river of this universe. He then discovered two beams of light passing through this universe from the time source of that universe. One beam of light went to our universe, carrying the true spirit of Link Grand. The other beam of light carried nothing and its whereabouts are unknown."

"So, this is the light?"

Master Michel raised his head slightly again and continued to ask questions.

I think so.

Lottesno gave a reply.

"should?"

Michelle was somewhat puzzled. "Even the Saints can't be sure? If the Saints can't be sure, what about the Heavenly Court and the Supreme Council?"

Lottesno did not answer that question.

No answer is the best answer.

Michelle instantly understood what Lautersnow was trying to say.

The Heavenly Court and the Supreme Council were probably unsure whether this beam of light was the same one.

Now that an agreement has been reached and a trap has been set for Michelle, let's kill two birds with one stone and do another test to see if this beam of light is really the same beam of light.

Having figured all this out, Michelle sighed deeply: "I thought I was qualified to play the game, but I never imagined I'd still be in the game, still just a pawn."

That sigh completely extinguished Michelle's spirits.

Having successfully completed the transformation and ascended to the Heavenly Venerable realm, he should have been in high spirits, ready to test his worth and demonstrate his abilities in a great battle against Lotesno, the reincarnation of a saint.

But now, Michelle doesn't want to get tested or show anything.

He just wants some peace and quiet right now.

Goodbye, Saint.

Michel bid a very sincere farewell to Lautersno, and then, no longer resisting the guidance of the light that enveloped him, walked toward an unknown place.

Lottesno gazed at Michel's utterly desolate figure as if he were seeing his own past life.

On that day, the Saint of Nostrodam passed away in a state of similar or even greater desolation.

Who would willingly choose to die if they could live?

Who would willingly choose to be bound if they could be free?

Even after Michelle's figure disappeared from sight, Lottesno was still unable to escape his memories.

During this period, the Supreme Council's office in the parallel universe acted according to the will of a certain saint, forcefully intervening in the various levels of management and actions of the Great Sage Michel's Tower.

The large interstellar fleet that was besieging the advance team of Rivosos Academy, and the small interstellar fleet that had successfully surrounded Link Grand's spaceship, had all received strict orders from the Supreme Council's office in the parallel universe, ordering them to return immediately, or they would be severely punished as traitors to the wizarding civilization.

This time, the Supreme Council's office in the parallel universe was not just a formality as before.

They gave verbal warnings, they gave written warnings, and they even sent a massive and powerful wizard legion to supervise or suppress them.

The other three level-nine sages and their subordinate forces responded very actively to the Supreme Council's call, and also sent their own legions and fleets to act alongside the Supreme Council.

Faced with such a high-pressure stance from the Supreme Council, the highest level of the Tower of the Great Sage Michel, who is an unreachable white jade pillar and a purple gold beam spanning the sea, has no choice but to obey the orders and interventions of the Supreme Council, even if they are unwilling.

Fortunately, in addition to the Great Sage Michel, the Michel family also has two other Great Sages of Level 8.

There is also an eighth-level sage in the Tower of the Great Sage of Michelle, who is the commander of the small fleet that is besieging Link Grand.

There's no need to worry about the Great Sage's Tower of Michel being torn apart and devoured by wolves.

This time, we might lose face a bit, but we can still preserve our substance.

"Let's retreat."

The commander of the small fleet, an eighth-level sage, received orders from both the Supreme Council and the highest level of the Tower of Sage Michel, and chose to execute them without hesitation.

This time, the seventh-level sage adjutant dared not question anything and obediently conveyed and carried out the order.

The captains and crew of the fleet's warships were quite relieved.

The fact that the Supreme Council would disregard the dignity of Sage Michel and the Tower of Sage Michel and issue such severe interventions, orders, and directives clearly indicates that something extraordinary has happened.

It's even highly likely that this will be even more serious than the last time when the Great Sage Michel failed to seize the position of the Mystic Wizard Saint and was punished by the Supreme Council, being "driven" to a parallel universe.

It remains to be seen what kind of punishment the Great Sage's Tower of Michel will suffer this time.

With a sense of unease, the small interstellar fleet quickly withdrew.

The evacuation of a large-scale interstellar fleet from the advance team's war zone base at Rivosos Academy did not proceed so smoothly.

The two sides had been fighting fiercely for a long time and had suffered heavy losses on both sides.

Those wizards who sacrificed their lives were all living, breathing people, partners and comrades-in-arms with whom they had spent a long time.

Wizards are simply pursuing reason, not cold-blooded monsters.

Seeing their comrades and fellow soldiers die in front of them will inevitably evoke some emotions, and it could even be said that both sides are bloodthirsty.

In this situation, how can one simply issue an order and agree not to fight?

If we really just stop fighting like that, what's the point of the sacrifices of our comrades and partners?

In particular, the advance team of Rivosos Academy, as the attacked party, was even more unwilling to end the battle so confusedly.

It's either revenge or mutual destruction; there's no other way.

Therefore, both sides tacitly ignored the intervention and orders of the Supreme Council and continued their fierce battle.

Dean Forrest's eyes turned bloodshot as he watched the wizards of the advance team fight bravely, disregarding their personal safety.

He ignored the video call request from the head of the Supreme Council's office in the parallel universe and stepped out of the cramped, encrypted communication cabin.

In the final moments of the bloody battle, Forrest Diomand, as the headmaster of Rivosos Academy and the leader of the advance team, will fight alongside the wizards of the academy and the advance team.

The saying goes, "An army driven by desperation is bound to win."

Under the leadership and inspiration of Forrest Diormand, the advance team displayed astonishing fighting spirit and launched a desperate counter-charge regardless of casualties.

It wasn't until the High Council came to oversee the large-scale withdrawal of the interstellar fleet from the Tower of the Great Sage of Michel, and the fleet tasked with suppressing the resistance arrived and forcibly intervened in the battle, that Forrest Diomand officially issued the order to cease fighting and withdraw from the battlefield.

Having released their intense emotions during the desperate counter-charge, the wizards of the advance team had little resistance this time and readily carried out the orders.

Before long, the wizards of the advance team from Rivosos Academy silently watched as the Starfleet of the Great Sage's Tower of Michele left in a sorry state under the watchful eye of the Supreme Council fleet.

No one cheered, no one celebrated.

In the end, the advance team of Rivosos Academy was defeated in this battle.

If it weren't for the intervention of the Supreme Council, the advance team would have been annihilated, or at least severely crippled.

Many legions would be wiped out as a whole.

The situation for the four allied legions is no better.

Sage Cody is seriously injured.

To protect Sage Celine, Sage Paro lost an arm and fell into a coma.

Sage Celine's face was half burned and half corroded, completely disfigured.

Six or seven out of ten warships were lost.

More than 40% of the wizards were killed or injured.

This is lower than the overall casualty rate of up to 60% for the advance team.

The reason for this was the amazing performance of the armored servants.

After watching the enemy leave, Dean Forrest began to organize people to clean up the battlefield and treat the wounded.

Meanwhile, aboard the spaceship, Link and Molly watched the small interstellar fleet rapidly retreat, each lost in their own thoughts.

But both of them remained silent, waiting.

Jasmine is waiting for the advance team's situation, for the battle reports from the four allied legions, and for numbers she can't bear to know but must know!

Link is waiting for certain people or things to arrive.

They waited for a full two hours.

Jasmine received the battle reports from the four allied legions, and seeing those few strings of numbers, her heart ached as if it were being stabbed.

"I want to go back."

Sniffing, Jasmine turned to Link, looked him into the eyes, and said earnestly, "Do you want to come back with me?"

Meeting Jasmine's expectant gaze, Link said in a deep voice, "You go back first, I'll come back later."

Jasmine's eyes dimmed for a moment, then she nodded nonchalantly without saying a word.

Gently patting Jasmine's head and stroking her soft, long hair, Link said softly, "Jasmine, I'm not a heartless person. Not going back immediately isn't because I don't care; it's precisely because I care very much. The blood feud has been started, and we must settle it."

"Um."

Jasmine lowered her head and rubbed it against Link's palm, behaving very obediently.

Link sighed, transferred control of the Starship to Jasmine, and then flashed into space.

My innate constructs smoothly cover my entire body, allowing me to enter interstellar protection and survival mode.

Jasmine glanced at Link through the porthole, then turned back, entered commands, and controlled the Starship to return to the advance team's war zone base as quickly as possible.

Cody is seriously injured, Paro is in a coma, and Celine is disfigured. The four allied legions need her or Link to return and take charge.

"Desertification in the face of battle," failing to fight alongside her, filled Jasmine with guilt.

Now I don't want to waste a single moment.

As for revenge, Link said, "Then let Link do it."

Jasmine simply hoped that Link could go back with her; it wasn't a requirement.

Does Link know what Jasmine is thinking?

of course I know.

But Link couldn't do what Jasmine wanted.

This matter has only come to a temporary end; it is not over yet, and many things remain shrouded in mystery.

How can we find peace of mind if we don't clarify those questions hidden in the fog?

The feeling of being controlled by fate and unable to resist is especially unbearable, like a fishbone stuck in your throat.

Link wanted to strangle that bitch of fate.

Let this bitch taste what it's like to be choked! (End of Chapter)