What happened was beyond his expectations. He had not expected that deep in the seal, he would encounter the bronze claws of the once sealed Lord of War, as well as a wisp of regret left by the once extremely powerful ancient wizard.

Moreover, he made a deal with the fifth-level spirit ring wizard named Soth, which enabled him to obtain the bronze claw of the Lord of War and Soth's relics, which was undoubtedly a good thing.

"Any creature that can fight with Soth must be a level five or even level six creature..." Such a thought flashed through Morin's mind. He looked at the bronze claw floating in front of him, which did not seem to be abnormal at all, and his expression was a little strange.

It goes without saying that Soth must have helped him deal with the bronze claw, otherwise, Morin would not have been able to absorb and swallow the bronze claw later.

Morin thought of other things and did not immediately swallow the bronze claw in front of him.

"The curse of the ancient wizard..." Morin muttered to himself, his eyes narrowed, and he felt an indescribable pressure.

From what Soth said before, it is not difficult to see that the ancient wizard has a curse. This is too shocking for Morin. You know, he is an ancient wizard. If the ancient wizard has shackles, then what does it mean to him? Will he also have such a curse? As long as he thinks about this, Morin can't help but feel a chill in his heart.

Soth did not tell him what the curse of the ancient wizard was. Obviously, he thought that when Morin was learning about the knowledge of ancient wizards, Morin’s mentor had told Morin about the curse of the ancient wizards. But in fact, Morin did not know these things that he should know.

He just accidentally inherited the ancient wizard's legacy.

"A curse that even a level 5 spirit ring wizard can't do anything about..." Morin said softly. At this time, he thought of many things.

Ancient wizards are much stronger than ordinary wizards and those of other power systems. To some extent, they are simply incomparable. In the same power level, ancient wizards can definitely crush those others easily. They are undoubtedly powerful beings among them.

But the ancient wizards eventually disappeared, and even now, their inheritance has reached the point where it is about to be cut off.

Is it because of the curse of the ancient wizard? Or is it caused by some other reasons combined...

Mo Lin thought silently, and suddenly he had an indescribable strange feeling in his heart.

The bronze claw was in front of him. After standing there for a while, Morin walked forward, stretched out his hand, and slowly stroked the bronze claw.

"Chip, scan and test!" Morin gave the chip an instruction in his mind.

"Ding! The mission has been established!"

"Insufficient information in the database, unable to detect!"

The sound of the chip rang out.

Morin listened to the sound of the chip without any other expression on his face. This conclusion was actually what he expected.

With a bang, Morin's body changed. He revealed his true form and transformed into a black flame dragon-patterned winged snake. He opened his mouth wide and swallowed the bronze claw in front of him in one big gulp.

Then Morin returned to his human form and slowly floated down from the sky. The energy aura on his body kept rising and falling, changing constantly, as if it could break through at any time. However, in the end, those powerful energy auras finally slowly calmed down.

Bronze shadows kept flashing in Morin's eyes. They were the result of the power emanating from the bronze claws of the Lord of War.

Suddenly, among those powers, Morin felt something familiar, and along with it came a piece of information.

"The curse of the ancient wizard, I know, I know what the curse of the ancient wizard is..." Morin muttered to himself, "The so-called curse of the ancient wizard is actually a restriction, a shackle on us ancient wizards! "The ancient wizards are strong, very strong, much stronger than the wizards of the same stage, and they don't seem to be at the same level of power. And as their power level increases, their suppression of wizards at the same stage will become greater. After level 4 or 5, a very small number of ancient wizards with terrifying bloodline power and extremely powerful Minai totems can even fight across levels!"

"This is simply too scary. As the level of power increases, it is very difficult to make any progress. The difference between different levels of power is like a chasm, but the ancient wizards were able to cross it!"

"However, after the fourth level, it became extremely difficult for the ancient wizards to improve their strength. In the end, the ancient wizards had no way to improve their strength again."

"They will always stop at level seven and will never become legends!"

Morin's thoughts kept churning in his mind, and he said, "From now on, my strength will be limited. It will become increasingly difficult to improve. After reaching the sixth-level Holy Day Wizard, I will never be able to improve. I will never be able to become a seventh-level legend."

"This is... the curse of the ancient wizard."

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silver.

Pure silver.

The silver sky, the silver clouds, the silver buildings, everything is a vast expanse of silver. It is all too pure, so it seems particularly lonely.

Anne walked slowly forward. She raised her head and looked forward, looking at the silver temple in front of her.

The Silver Temple has been ruined, the stone pillars have fallen to the ground, the dome has shattered, and the walls are covered with countless fine cracks. It looks very luxurious, but at this moment it is very desolate.

It feels like I have been through endless and distant years.

Anne slowly walked into the Silver Temple. She looked around and saw statues that had collapsed to the ground and shattered into pieces.

There are not many statues preserved. There is a figure with wings growing from his back and holding a holy sword, a figure shrouded in black smoke and unable to see the body, and an inexplicable existence wearing a wreath made of vines that is constantly burning with golden flames. In addition to them, there are many other people.

Anne walked slowly. She looked at the figures and the buildings around her with a stunned look on her face.

Her body emitted a dazzling silver light, echoing with everything around her.

A long and mighty river appeared all around, rushing past, making a vague and mighty sound. It was the River Styx.

Faintly, inexplicable and indistinguishable sounds were heard. Those sounds were strange, like the whispers of lovers, like prayers, and like the eternal rest of death.

An expression of struggle and pain appeared on Anne's face.

She staggered back, making a vague cry, "I remember... I remember, I remember..."

"Alesia, no, the Nightmare Mother, your name now should be the so-called Nightmare Mother, huh, the Nightmare Mother."

"Alesia, you have always liked the title of Nightmare Mother."

"It's just that, Alessia, sister, my sister, why, why did you want to kill me, why did you want to kill me!"

"Why……"

Annie's face showed an expression of extreme pain. She covered her head and slowly squatted down on the ground.