Faced with this terrifying power, Wizard Ilo did not back down; instead, his anger surged.
The rules, being the origin of all things, should lie dormant in the deepest recesses of the world, possessing only the most basic spirituality, and unable to directly intervene in the internal conflicts of the wizarding world.
The sudden appearance of this anomaly clearly indicates that the Spirit Eye Wizard forcibly drew upon a wisp of its response using its own Spirit Eye rules.
"This aura... is already very close to that of a level 5 Morning Star Wizard."
The wizard Yiluo made his judgment in a very short time.
The life force he had released earlier was no longer enough to easily kill the opponent.
However, the coldness deep in his eyes grew even more intense.
Even if protected by the fundamental rules of humanity, he can still kill the person he wants to kill.
After all, the fundamental rules of humanity are constrained by the origin of the wizarding world and cannot truly descend into the present world.
The current boost is already the limit it can provide.
In other words.
As long as he can suppress this force head-on.
The Spirit-Eyed Wizard could not escape death in the end.
"snort."
"I originally wanted to save face for the Meteor Council and deal with you secretly."
"Since even the very essence of human nature's rules has been drawn in..."
"Then I have no choice but to... go all out and send you on your way."
The wizard Yiluo made a cold decision in his heart.
The next moment.
A chilling killing intent, as if it were tangible, erupted from his body!
Ilo didn't know exactly how much the rules of humanity had enhanced the Spirit-Eyed Wizard.
Therefore, either do nothing, or once you start, leave no room for compromise.
Just like now.
Suddenly, the lower half of the wizard Ilo's body underwent a change.
His original tree-man body began to disintegrate and break apart, with thick tree roots extending from his body and plunging deep into the earth.
At this moment, it was as if he was no longer a tree-man standing on the ground, but an ancient giant tree that had taken root anew beneath the entire earth.
Yiluo is originally a tree.
The Tree of Ilo.
At this moment, it has simply returned to its most primitive form.
Yes, that is, his most powerful form.
Rumble!
A powerful force of life surged up the earth, permeating the entire body of Yiluo.
At the same time, another, more aggressive and ruthless fluctuation of rules also emerged.
Battle rules.
At this moment, the two forces of the rules overlapped and resonated with each other.
The power it unleashed was terrifying.
The power of life should be formless and intangible, and difficult to perceive from the outside.
However, at this moment, after Yiluo completely returned to the form of the Yiluo Tree, the vitality and rules it unleashed were too overwhelming, and clear traces of its existence were already showing.
Between heaven and earth, it seemed as if beams of emerald light descended from the void, eventually converging into a long green river stretching across the sky.
And this is just the beginning.
The rules of combat are inherently idealistic, implicit, and abstract, and their difficulty in comprehending them far surpasses that of ordinary rules.
But once truly mastered, its power is equally terrifying.
It can not only directly enhance Iro himself, greatly improving his combat abilities, but also be superimposed on other rules, giving them a fundamental boost.
Just like now.
With the support of the battle rules, the vitality that was originally like a winding green river suddenly surged and transformed into an endless green ocean!
Rumble!
A sudden gust of wind arose.
The black robes of the Spirit-Eyed Wizard fluttered in the strong wind.
Behind him, that enormous and ancient gaze reappeared, firmly protecting him within it.
The power of rules in the human eye unfolded a barrier, struggling to resist the surging ocean of green vitality.
However, that's all.
This protection could only prevent the Spirit-Eyed Wizard from being instantly swallowed up.
At this moment, he was like a lone boat on a boundless sea, stubbornly fighting against the storm and tsunami, but he could be completely destroyed at any moment.
"Damn it... this elven wizard actually went back on his word!"
The Spirit-Eyed Wizard's face turned deathly pale instantly.
He certainly remembered that Yiluo had promised to suppress his cultivation level and only use three moves.
Even if the other party secretly used level five power, he could still barely accept it...
Just when he had revealed his trump card and was about to pull through, his opponent made another move!
This time, however, it was the terrifying power of a fully-fledged Level 5 Morning Star Wizard that was not concealed at all!
Faced with such a gap.
Even with the protection of the Human Eye's rules, he could not truly contend with it.
The gap in their levels of understanding is simply too vast.
"No... How can I die here!"
"I'm not reconciled!"
The Spirit-Eyed Wizard's eyes were bloodshot, his heart churning with resentment and obsession.
"I was clearly the first person to come into contact with [landscape]..."
"Why... why did the golden scales fall into the hands of that little thief!"
"No! I'm not reconciled!"
"I will reclaim the power of the Golden Scales!"
"I want to reach an even higher level!"
Under the extreme pressure of life and death, the Spirit Eye Wizard's mind raced, desperately searching for any possible way out of the predicament.
However, in the face of absolute power, any conspiracy, scheme, or trickery appears pale and laughable.
Just like now.
Click!
A crisp, piercing cracking sound suddenly rang out in the void.
Under the combined crushing force of the rules of life and the rules of combat, the power of the rules of the human eye finally succumbed to its strain.
It cracked.
In mid-air, the huge and majestic eye phantom shattered instantly, turning into countless fragments that scattered in all directions, as if the projection of rules had been torn apart.
And then, in the next instant!
The surging, green ocean of life force swept unimpeded towards the Spirit-Eyed Wizard's gaunt body.
"No... Damn it! No! I have to hold on!"
The Spirit-Eyed Wizard completely lost his temper and became hysterical.
Faced with imminent destruction, he fought with all his might.
Even though his strongest trump card, the summoning of the Eye of Man's rule, had failed, he still refused to give up and frantically urged the remaining power of the Eye of Man's rule.
At the same time, in his extreme panic, he even subconsciously unleashed a level three witchcraft.
One after another, spiritual eyes appeared around him.
If this spell were cast by him, a mid-stage fourth-level Morning Star Wizard, it would be enough to instantly kill any perfect third-level Grand Wizard.
However, formal wizard-level witchcraft is essentially nothing more than calling upon energy factors in the universe.
However, the core of the clash between Morning Star wizards lies in the rules themselves.
The difference between the two is not merely one of strength or weakness.
Rather, it's a gap in levels.
Ten times. One hundred times.
Even more.
Therefore, when these spiritual eyes met the overwhelming power of the life-giving rules, the outcome was already predetermined.
They were torn apart with ease, as fragile as paper, offering no resistance whatsoever.
The next moment.
The figure of the Spirit-Eyed Wizard was completely swallowed up by the endless ocean of green vitality.
A powerful force of life instantly bound and restrained his body, rendering him unable to move.
What followed was an even more deadly erosion.
That surging torrent of rules poured into his mental realm without mercy.
For wizards, the true essence has never been the physical body.
It is the spirit.
The path of a wizard's cultivation is essentially a path of constantly refining spiritual power and sublimating the essence of the soul.
Even the lowest-ranking first-level wizard, as long as their spirit remains, can continue to live as a spiritual body or soul after their physical body perishes.
Not to mention someone like the Spirit-Eyed Wizard, who has already reached the fourth level of Morning Star.
At this level, the wizard's spiritual realm is no longer a narrow space of consciousness, but has evolved into a vast spiritual world, like a sea of stars.
The spiritual energy contained within it is vast and boundless.
Even if the Spirit Eye Wizard's physical body is completely destroyed at this moment, without any external assistance, his spiritual power alone in the spiritual realm is enough to allow him to survive for hundreds or even thousands of years.
If he can find a way to reshape his body during this long period of time, he still has a chance to live to the three-thousand-year lifespan limit of a fourth-level Morning Star Wizard.
Therefore, in the battles between Morning Star Wizards, if one wants to truly and completely kill the other, then destroying their mental domain is the only and most crucial means.
And that's exactly what Iro is doing right now.
The vast and mighty power of the rules of life, like a flood bursting its banks, forcefully squeezed into the Spirit Eye Wizard's spiritual domain, which resembled a sea of stars.
However, the Morning Star Wizard's mental realm is not a blank slate.
It was filled with the power of the rules that he controlled and conformed to.
Take the Spirit-Eyed Wizard as an example. When he stepped into the fourth level of the Morning Star realm, what he chose and engraved was the rule of the human eye.
At the moment of breakthrough, a level four permanent sorcery mark condensed in his spiritual realm.
From then on, all the power he invoked and operated stemmed from the rules of the human eye.
Because of the existence of this permanent magical mark, the rules of the human eye have long been deeply integrated into his spiritual realm, permeating every corner of it.
Now, as the torrent of external life-giving rules forcibly invades this spiritual sea of stars...
Two completely different forces of law collided head-on in an instant.
It was like a thunderbolt striking a volcano.
If this level of rule collision occurs in the outside world, even if it is earth-shattering, it is still within a tolerable range.
But this is the realm of the spirit.
It is the most core, most vulnerable, and most inviolable part of a wizard.
Even if the physical body is damaged, there is still room for improvement.
But once something goes wrong in his mental realm, only one outcome awaits him.
His soul was scattered and his spirit was destroyed.
Even though the Spirit-Eyed Wizard is at the Morning Star level, his spiritual realm has already undergone repeated strengthening and sublimation.
In the short term, this direct conflict at the rule level is not enough to completely collapse the spiritual realm.
However, the fact that the spiritual realm will not collapse immediately does not mean that the souls existing within it can escape unscathed.
The battle of rules that erupts in the spiritual realm has an almost devastating impact on the soul.
Rumble!
The collision of the power of rules did not directly hit the Spirit-Eyed Wizard, but the aftershocks that spread out were like invisible blades, slashing fiercely at his soul that existed there.
After being completely suppressed into the spiritual realm by the rules of life, the Spirit Eye Wizard could no longer smoothly mobilize his own rule power for defense.
He could only dodge hastily based on instinct, barely managing to avoid having his entire soul torn apart.
However, not all of them can be avoided.
Several aftershocks still swept over his soul.
laugh!
Like a knife cutting through.
In that instant, the Spirit-Eyed Wizard clearly felt a part of his soul being forcibly ripped away.
And that is the truly fatal blow.
The excruciating pain was secondary; what was even more terrifying was that he discovered he had forgotten something.
"I... I hate it so much... I'm not reconciled..."
"But why am I not reconciled?"
His consciousness became confused, and there were obvious gaps in his memory.
"It seems... there's a very weak Muggle wizard..."
"who is he?"
However, before he could think further...
The aftershocks of the next round of rule clashes have already begun.
Click!
Click!
Several sharp, piercing shocks pierced through his mental realm, once again cutting into his soul.
Every part of the soul that is cut away means that a memory, a perception, or even a part of the self is completely erased.
If this continues...
When the soul is completely severed, the Spirit-Eyed Wizard will no longer be merely dead.
Rather, it was completely erased from existence itself.
For a wizard embarking on a spiritual path, this is the most terrifying and unacceptable ending.
………………
Within the Spirit Eye Wizard's vast spiritual domain, which resembled a starry sky, an invisible battlefield had now been transformed.
The rules of life and the rules of human perception are colliding wildly within it.
The former is like a boundless ocean, vast and ever-flowing, seemingly never to run dry;
The latter, however, relies solely on that level-four permanent sorcery mark for its existence, with limited rule reserves, and ultimately appears weak.
In the short term, the rules of the human eye may be able to maintain a balance by constantly clashing and rubbing against the rules of vitality, based on the nature of the rules themselves.
But once the timeframe is extended, the outcome is almost without suspense.
The rules of human perception will inevitably be the first to decay and be completely erased.
Moreover, the aftershocks of each direct collision between the two rules were constantly tearing at the Spirit Eye Wizard's soul.
Perhaps it hasn't even reached the point of mental breakdown.
Perhaps it hasn't been long before the rules of the human eye are completely exhausted.
The Spirit-Eyed Wizard's soul had already been torn apart... without a trace.
And at the very top of this spiritual realm, in a place that no one can perceive or reach.
An extremely subtle yet incredibly stable pattern floated silently in the air.
The shape of the pattern was clearly that of a golden scale.
After the Golden Scales completely controlled the Spirit Eye Wizard, they left this brand-like mark deep within his spiritual realm.
Through this pattern, Lynn can transcend distances to remotely interfere, manipulate, and even... observe all the changes in the Spirit-Eyed Wizard.
now.
Lynn was calmly observing everything happening in the spiritual realm through the golden scales.
"hiss……"
"Is this what battles between Morning Star wizards are like?"
His heart skipped a beat.
"Indeed, it's on a completely different level now. The power of rules is the true dominant force, while magic driven by energy factors is practically meaningless in this level of confrontation."
Lynn's gaze grew increasingly serious.
"Moreover, even if the battle of rules is decided, it does not mean that the Morning Star Wizards have been completely defeated. Even if the physical body collapses, it does not matter... As long as the spiritual domain remains, the soul can abandon the physical body and escape, and there is still a possibility of making a comeback in the future."
"No wonder the Morning Star Wizards... are all so hard to kill."
He couldn't help but think of that mechanical wizard.
"At first, I thought he had died at the hands of the Goddess of the Magic Network, but he still survived... Of course, that was also because the Goddess of the Magic Network was held back by the Lord of the Mechanical City, and the blow to him was ultimately just an aftershock."
With that thought in mind, Lynn's gaze returned to the Spirit-Eyed Wizard.
"but……"
"Like now, being stared at intently by a level 5 Morning Star Wizard at the peak of perfection, it's almost an overwhelming suppression..."
"His soul has been severed to this extent. I'm afraid it's truly beyond saving."
For Lynn, this battle meant much more than just being a bystander.
Firstly, it made him truly understand why the Wizarding Council grants all newly minted Morning Star wizards a full thirty-year safe training period.
If before this he had thought thirty years was too much, now, after witnessing the real battle between the Morning Star wizards, he realized that thirty years was far too short.
For the vast majority of Morning Star Wizards, simply completing one "realm breakthrough" is far from enough.
It will take at least a century to gradually establish a cognitive system that truly belongs to the Morning Star level, and completely break free from the mindset of a formal wizard.
Otherwise, once they step into the battlefield of the Morning Star level, they probably won't even understand how they died.
And the second point.
The image of the Spirit-Eyed Wizard before his death inevitably stirred up some complex emotions in Lynn's heart.
The rabbit mourns the fox's death.
Strictly speaking, all of this originated from his planning.
He manipulated the Spirit-Eyed Wizard step by step through the Golden Scales, pushing forward a series of plans.
But at the last moment, things went wrong, and the Spirit-Eyed Wizard died at the hands of the Elven Morning Star Wizard, Elo.
"Under the control of the Golden Scales, the Spirit-Eyed Wizard is practically equivalent to my life."
Lynn's gaze was deep, and his thoughts were slightly heavy.
"In a sense... this time, he died in my place."
If he himself had been the one to execute this series of plans.
If we weren't thousands of miles apart, and only the golden scales maintained our connection.
So, the one who will die here today is probably himself.
Of course, Lynn knew very well.
I am still safe and sound, and the connection with the Golden Scales remains stable.
But this doesn't mean he'll be at peace with it.
This is a blood feud.
If he were to actually come here, Ilo would show absolutely no mercy.
"The Spirit Eye Wizard's signal... is gradually fading."
Lynn muttered to himself.
That feeling was like a soul lamp about to burn out.
"This means that he is very close to true death... Perhaps, before long, even the Golden Scales will no longer be able to maintain the existence of that mark."
His eyes slowly darkened.
The Spirit-Eyed Wizard was originally an extremely important trump card in his hand.
He can be summoned whenever needed, creating a two-on-one situation in battles against other Morning Star wizards.
Moreover, he could use his identity as a Spirit-Eyed Wizard to travel the world, lay out secret plans, and accomplish many things that he couldn't do personally.
But now.
This trump card is completely useless.
“The Elf race… Ilo…”
Lynn's gaze was cold and restrained, but the killing intent in his heart was like a hidden fire buried deep in the ground, burning slowly but vigorously.
"I've remembered this debt. I will pay it back someday. When that time comes, I will make you... taste a thousand times more pain."
He gazed silently at the Spirit-Eyed Wizard's already riddled and crumbling soul, and thought to himself.
In particular, Lynn clearly noticed that in that final strike, Ilo's form underwent a fundamental change.
He transformed from his tree-man form back into the true form of the Tree of Iro.
This is of extraordinary significance.
This means that Ilo itself is an extraordinary plant with complete consciousness and rules.
As a nature wizard, Lynn's future path is inseparable from the cultivation and evolution of extraordinary plants.
The Ifgrid he nurtured, wanting to continue its transformation, would sooner or later devour beings of the same or even higher level.
From this perspective, the Tree of Ilo is simply the perfect "nutrient".
If Ifvegrid could devour the body of the Tree of Iro, it would greatly strengthen its foundation and life level.
More importantly, there is a very small but real possibility of touching the "battle rules" within the Tree of Ilo.
Of course, Lynn was not naive.
The power of rules is not something that can be easily controlled by a single act of devouring.
Even if the opponent contains complete power of rules, after being devoured, at most only a vague "aura" and "echo" will remain.
Whether one can truly grasp it still depends on the individual.
The problem is that he doesn't only have one chance.
Lynn believed that "hard work pays off".
Once you succeed, you can repeat it countless times.
In other words.
As long as Ifgrid once devoured the Tree of Iro and remembered that wisp of the battle rules.
Then he can try again and again, getting closer and closer, until finally, he truly masters the rules of combat.
But once you master a completely new set of rules...
This means that Lynn has already qualified to step into the next major realm.
therefore.
Whether from the perspective of seeking revenge or from the long-term plan for future cultivation.
The name Ilo was firmly etched in Lynn's heart.
Just then, Lynn suddenly felt a blur before his eyes.
Space distorted slightly, and vision seemed to be forcibly pulled away by some force, causing everything around to instantly collapse and dissipate.
The next moment.
He appeared in a pure and silent golden space.
There is no distinction between up, down, left, or right here, nor is there any concept of direction. All perception seems to have been stripped away, leaving only the most essential existence.
Only a massive golden scale floated silently in the center of the void.
The scales are made entirely of pure gold, with ancient and simple patterns. Their radiance is restrained yet omnipresent. They have no emotion, yet they seem to symbolize the coldest and most unquestionable fairness in the world.
With a slight thought, Lynn appeared beside the scales.
He raised his hand and gently placed his palm on the cold surface of the scales.
The spiritual energy seeped into it like a gentle stream, briefly intersecting with that ancient and majestic being.
A moment later.
Lynn slowly opened her eyes.
A chilling killing intent flashed across his eyes, but it was quickly suppressed.
"The mark of the Spirit-Eyed Wizard..."
"It has completely disappeared."
"Now, the only beings controlled by the scales are... that dragon, Astrid, Sonia, and Beverly."
At this moment, the Spirit-Eyed Wizard was completely dead.
This fact involuntarily sent Lynn's thoughts back to a long time ago...
At that time, he was just a mortal Muggle who was brought into the Spirit Eye Furnace and struggled to survive between life and death and oppression.
One step at a time.
Each attempt was a test, each adventure a risk.
He climbed from the bottom to where he is today thanks to hard work and perseverance.
During this time, the Spirit Eye Wizard's Spirit Eye Forge had a very close relationship with him, and even this golden scale was intricately connected to the Spirit Eye Wizard...
And now, the instigator, the Spirit-Eyed Wizard, has finally perished completely...
a long time.
Lynn slowly exhaled, suppressing that complex emotion deep within her heart.
The next moment, with a thought, his figure disappeared from the golden space.
When it reappeared, it was already in the outside world.
This is a desolate peak, separated from the mountain city by only one or two kingdoms. The sea of clouds surges at your feet, and the world is vast and silent.
"The Spirit-Eyed Wizard is dead..."
"I can no longer use the Golden Scales to peer into the interior of the Nightmare Rift."
Lynn did not become anxious because of this.
"However, the Nightmare Rift Valley is now the core objective of the entire Wizard Council's southern region."
"If anything changes, the news will surely spread throughout the mountain city."
"I just need to stay there."
"On the one hand, take advantage of this thirty-year period of stability to truly complete the transformation from a newly promoted Morning Star Wizard to a mature Morning Star Wizard."
"While closely monitoring the situation in Nightmare Rift Valley."
"When the Wizarding Council officially takes action... I will make another trip to bring back those old friends."
"By the way... settle old scores with the elves."
The thought settled.
Lynn's figure blurred, transforming into a streak of light, and he shot through the air towards the mountain city. (End of Chapter)
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