Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 602 Advancement to Second Tier!

Fresh blood was seen seeping into the woman's skull through the gap between her eyebrows.

Instantly, a powerful third-tier pressure erupted, just as the old witch had felt in the Spirit Cleansing Wizard Tower last time.

This was actually the oppressive aura of the wind demon!

Who exactly is this woman?

Could she be the wind demon?

But if she is a wind spirit, why would she appear in my magic mirror?

The old witch felt confused.

A thought gradually rose in her mind.

"Why do I show no reaction to the face I see in the magic mirror every time I look in it? Why do I just assume it's a mental pollution caused by the magic mirror, and never consider its other possibility?"

The old witch felt as if some of the fog in her mind, which she had always ignored, had been cleared away by something.

However, some parts remained that prevented her from understanding the truth of the matter.

While the old witch was still in a daze, the wind demon waved his hand, controlling the woman, whose body was covered in cracks like a porcelain doll, to stand up.

The woman had just gotten up and was walking forward with her eyes closed, as if she were sleepwalking.

As she drew closer, the air around her began to crackle and pop.

It was as if the air was compressed and then suddenly released.

Meanwhile, the stones, soil, and other debris mixed in with them underfoot and around them gradually floated into the air and were crushed into powder by some unknown force.

The wind demon struggled to control the sleeping woman, but fortunately, she didn't need to control her for too long.

The old witch is at most a very powerful second-tier cultivator; she's nothing compared to a third-tier cultivator.

With just a little bit of residual force, she could be squeezed into a meat patty.

Once the old witch dies, she will immediately reseal the woman, and then go out and kill the little wizard who should still be wandering in the dream.

This way, Lord Clark's request can be considered fulfilled.

Killing a junior wizard who dares to trespass on one's territory is a perfectly normal reaction, and even if the power behind that junior wizard finds out, they can't say anything.

Thinking of this, the Wind Demon was quite pleased. She hadn't found a suitable opportunity to attack Thor. She hadn't expected him to be so impatient, daring to storm in for a demon-collecting pool that couldn't be made public.

The wind demon didn't know whether to admire the other party's courage or be exasperated by his intelligence.

While the Wind Demon was already envisioning himself entering the third tier through the Demon-Accumulating Pool and firmly establishing his position, the old witch on the other side was still not turned into mincemeat.

"What's going on?" The wind demon looked over in astonishment, only to see that the woman had already walked up to the old witch, and the ground and stones around them had turned into powder.

Even the solid stone wall above, protected by a magical array, showed cracks.

"The oppressive aura is still there, but why didn't they kill the old witch?"

The wind demon's gaze finally fell on the severed finger dangling behind the old witch's head.

"Could it be because of the severed finger that the old witch stole? How could she have tamed it so quickly?"

However, the Wind Demon was unaware that the old witch's mind was also in complete chaos at this moment.

She met the woman's gaze, as if something was about to burst from her mind, as if the fog that had been obscuring her vision was about to be dispelled.

But it always falls just short by a tiny bit.

It was just a tiny bit off.

She still couldn't figure out what was puzzling her: who was the person in front of her, and who was the person in the mirror?

Who... is she?

At the same time, Thor was completely immersed in the magic pool.

Although it is called soaking, there is actually no liquid in the magic storage pool.

A large amount of pure magic was channeled into the magic-suppressing pool through the bodies of four second-tier wizards. The magic concentration inside the pool quickly reached dozens of times that of the outside world.

Thor cooperated by unleashing his full spiritual and magical power without resistance, allowing this pure magic to gradually enter his body.

The magic-accumulating pool prepared by the Wind Demon was of a much higher quality than the magic crystals and other materials that Thor prepared himself.

This greatly accelerated Thor's absorption of magic.

Gradually, Thor felt the magic within him reach saturation.

But saturation is actually the beginning of advancement.

He continued to absorb magic, then slowly and carefully activated the Death Wizard's Diary within his spiritual body.

When the diary began to respond to his call, Saul slowly closed his eyes.

He deliberately entered a semi-conscious state.

But this is different from Penny's dream tour; he enters his own dream.

In a daze, Thor saw a thin line floating in the air.

The thin line meandered, one end disappearing into the unseen overhead space, the other circling Thor a few times before vanishing into the dark corner.

Thor had seen similar thin lines before.

Once, in the deep seabed of Blue Water Bay, while absorbing those glowing soul fragments, he saw the thread that strung these soul fragments together.

He tried to touch the thin threads, but was stopped by the diary.

On another occasion, in Archista, he saw similar thin lines above the heads of many ordinary people and wizards who had become strange.

But the thin line in front of him was different from any he had seen before.

Thor knew this was his line.

They surrounded him, but did not touch his lines.

Thor reached out his hands in his mind, ignoring the various warnings his body was sending out due to the overload of magic.

This time, the diary was published without warning.

This time, he grabbed the thin thread in front of him.

However, the moment his fingertips touched the thin thread, it seemed to come alive, like an eel trying to escape and break free from Thor's grasp.

Thor felt a sharp pain in his fingers, as if they were being cut by thin threads, but his consciousness clearly told him that his hands were perfectly fine.

He endured the pain and the agony that felt like his whole body was about to explode, and used all his strength to pull the thin thread closer to his forehead.

I don't know how much time passed, it felt like an eternity.

Thor finally placed the thin thread between his eyebrows.

At that very moment, the thin thread, which had been trying to escape, suddenly changed its attitude.

It turned around and charged straight into Thor's brain!

boom!!!

Suddenly, countless dynamic images appeared before Thor's eyes, running at high speed.

He looked to his left.

On the left is him discussing a problem with Camus.

Go further to the left.

It was him who had just been imprisoned by the old witch.

Gazing into the distance, the image appeared clearly in his mind, regardless of distance: the battle at the Wizard Tower, where he had killed Kujin.

In the far distance, he saw himself again, pushing a cleaning cart and walking through the wizard's tower at night.

……

That's my past.

Thor looked away and turned to his right.

However, the image on the right is not as clear as the one on the left.

The characters and scenery inside are changing at a speed that is almost impossible to perceive with the naked eye. Sometimes, as they change, the scene disappears and turns into darkness, being replaced by the scene behind.

"Is that my future?"

Thor felt exhilarated, as if the physical pain had already left him.

He tried hard to observe his future.

However, most of the scenes changed too quickly, and no matter how he tried to control the speed of these scenes with his mind, it was ineffective.

They evolved on their own, completely disregarding Thor's thoughts.

"No, we've finally seen it once, we can't just give up like this."

Saul tried to observe, searching for a scene that he could see clearly.

But at the same time, he felt the world in front of him was becoming blurry.

He knew he was about to complete his advancement.

This also means that he will be leaving his dream world.

Thor quickly scanned the screen on the right.

Finally, just as he was about to escape the dream, he saw a clearer picture.

He saw himself riding a giant bird, swooping down and disappearing into the surging black waves!

The black sea was stirred up by his entry, creating even bigger waves.

Amidst the rising and falling waves, countless white pages emerged from the seabed and were tossed high into the air by the waves.

Suddenly, it seemed as if the world was covered in snow...

The next moment, Thor opened his eyes.

After being extremely compressed, the magic and mental power, guided by the locator, finally broke through the confinement!

Feeling the surging magic within him and the unwavering mental strength that seemed to have been forged through countless trials, Thor finally smiled.

Now, he has entered the second stage!

I'm so sorry, I asked for one day off, but ended up taking two days off.

Perhaps they had too much fun on the trip and got too tired before they knew it.

I got sick as soon as I got home and slept for a long time.

I still have a low-grade fever, but I'm feeling a bit better. I'll post one more chapter now, and the next one tonight.

(End of this chapter)