The light swept across the sky, overshadowing the colors, and spread outwards like ripples, then shattered.
Where the light covered, the chaotic and distorted appearance dissipated.
Colors returned to order, and the space between heaven and earth stabilized again.
The phantom of the giant tree still stood on the earth, constantly swaying its body and emitting layers of purifying light.
As this clear light, which dispelled madness, swept across the surroundings, people all over the world quickly felt that the scenery before their eyes had returned to harmony.
Their gaze settled, and the cacophony of whispers and chaotic murmurs ceased to fill their ears.
This also relieved the brain of heavy stress, making it clear and comfortable.
This is the Grand Master.
There were no magic circles, no chanting.
With just a cane, the magic was instantly successful.
Then, the Grand Master stroked his beard with satisfaction and gave a soft "hmm".
"So, why not?"
This move naturally won the approval of countless viewers.
While praising the archmage's superb skills in the field of magic, they also questioned the doubts in their hearts.
Although they didn't quite understand why the evil god and the archmage were suddenly being linked to some creator of magic, and what was going on...
But hasn't the Archmage always been recognized as the founder of magic?
How could this be fake?
Especially that exquisite magic spell just now, dreamlike and mysterious, performed in one go.
Many of the monks present were unable to decipher the mystery.
They even easily broke the power of that evil god to corrupt the world.
The crowd naturally supported the Grand Master.
Enough with the small talk, this kind of argument is completely pointless.
If there absolutely must be a god of magic in the world,
Then everyone in the world will only recognize one person, and that is the Grand Mage who created the Mage Council.
However……
Hehehehe, hahahaha!
Sharp, playful laughter rang out from the sky once more.
The sound was filled with eerie surging and echoing whispers, making the laughter even more jarring.
It was as if it were mocking everyone's ignorance.
"You dare to challenge me?"
Buzzing buzzing buzzing buzzing buzzing buzzing buzzing—
The instant Victor finished speaking, twelve beams of light emerged from the sky.
Countless viewers looked through their screens at the sky that had not been submerged by the clear waves, gazing at the absolute firmament filled with chaos and ferocity...
No, it was more like an empire ruled by madness and ferocity, a capital city dominated by color and collapse.
On that chaotic territory, twelve dazzling formations appeared.
Their patterns are different, their runes are intertwined, and each totem wrapped around the formation appears particularly mysterious and lofty.
In an instant, the twelve formations seemed to be filled with an extremely dense magical power.
Their original forms were like phantoms, flickering and dancing, trying to carve out their own domains in this space.
But soon, these formations fell apart.
They disintegrated in pairs, splitting open from the middle.
Even the totems, patterns, and runes could not escape, and they all cracked apart, turning into broken mist.
The next second, these split elements intertwined, merged again, and separated once more.
The phantoms are increasing in number, and the combinations and intertwining of them are becoming more and more dazzling.
Twenty-four, forty-eight, ninety-six.
They didn't stop until the very end.
They expanded rapidly, multiplying as if they were constantly reproducing, to the point that their numbers were no longer countable.
That chaotic royal court can now only be slowly covered by endless formations.
Once they were formed, it seemed as if each magic circle was invisibly connected.
It gradually blended into the chaotic clouds high in the sky, concealing its form.
Beneath that dark madness, 'Victor' sat quietly in the sky, one leg raised.
He made no unnecessary movements, simply waving his hand.
Thus, the chaotic and blurry sky, like a human eyelid, was cut open from the middle.
The chaotic clouds were torn apart in the middle, and gradually receded to both sides.
Then, it tore open an elliptical, ever-growing void abyss.
From that dark abyss, an enormous and ferocious pupil gradually emerged.
Its true form resembles a restless darkness, or a mesmerizing illusion that transcends light.
Deep within the pupils, in the hazy crevices, lies an indescribable madness.
It confronts the world head-on, attempting to pollute the boundless space with madness and ugliness, and to disturb the will of living beings.
Like a ghost, it reveals a repulsive emptiness.
"Then try to surpass me, you little punk."
[Sudden fear and bewilderment about destiny - the eye of birth forgotten in ancient times]
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