He left the city of Tratel and went to other places ahead, continuing his journey and looking around.

For Maureen, there are many places to go and many things to see. These are essential steps for him and some of the things he has to do.

Maureen went to the plane world near the wizarding world and saw many different civilizations, different creatures and races, as well as their characteristics. He gained some insights and made some gains.

Finally, Morin returned to the Wizarding Continent and came to the Parsis subcontinent.

Or rather, it has returned to the Parsis subcontinent.

This is the last stop of Morin's trip.

The black horse was flying in the sky. Morin narrowed his eyes slightly. He looked ahead, looking at the Parsis subcontinent which was gradually becoming clearer, with an inexplicable expression on his face.

Before, countless years ago, Morin had returned to the Parsis subcontinent, but the Parsis subcontinent at that time was desolate, with wild scenes everywhere. There were also many primitive tribes and states here, and there was no sign of civilization at all. It was almost a world of difference from the Parsis subcontinent that Morin was familiar with.

That time it was more of an emotional remembrance, but this time was different. This time, Maureen really returned to the Parsis subcontinent he was familiar with.

If you count carefully, it has been a long time since he left the Parsis subcontinent.

This time, Parsis, it’s been a long time since we last met.

Morin's body floated down and then landed on the ground. The aura around his body disappeared, and he looked like an ordinary man. There was no trace of the strangeness of a mysterious person.

"Pasis." Morin let out a breath and sighed softly.

In the following time, Morin went to the former wizard warlock organization Dark Forest to take a look. Once upon a time, he and a group of companions who were also wizard seeds boarded a ship, and then entered the Dark Forest through the ship, becoming wizard apprentices of the Dark Forest, and step by step came to where they are today.

The Dark Forest still exists today, and it is growing larger and more prosperous. However, Morin did not find any familiar people or things in it.

Morin looked at the familiar scenes in the dark forest, the wizard apprentices walking back and forth, the dark forest that had not changed at all, and the numerous buildings. His expression remained unchanged, but he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Then, he left the Dark Forest and went to visit other wizard organizations.

The wizarding organizations of the White Wizards, such as the Blue Ring, no longer exist. They have perished, and a new group of wizarding organizations have emerged one after another, leading the White Wizards to fight against the Dark Forest.

Morin had no intention of visiting those wizarding organizations. He came to the principalities in the mortal world to see those familiar principalities.

"The Violet Empire has been destroyed for twenty-seven years..."

Morin entered the library silently. As he flipped through the books, a look of realization appeared on his face.

By the way, if you think about it carefully, the Violet Empire was founded by one of his old friends.

Sword and the Violet Empire? Sword and the Violet Empire.

Yes, once upon a time, when he took action, there was such a story, The Sword and the Violet Empire.

Morin's hand paused, and an ambiguous smile appeared on his face.

He continued his journey, and this time, Morin returned to Scran.

The Duchy of Scran, where all the stories begin.

No, that's not right. The current Sclan should no longer be called the Duchy of Sclan, but the Kingdom of Sclan.

More than four hundred years ago, His Majesty Esk obtained the powerful relics left by his great ancestors, Richard and his wife, and finally revitalized the family, allowing the family's territory to expand year-round, and began a great expansion that was out of control.

After epic conquests, the great Majesty Esker finally established the Kingdom of Scran, which is a great glory, without a doubt.

After four hundred long years, the Kingdom of Sclan has become precarious, with frequent social unrest and numerous domestic conflicts. One day, the entire Principality of Sclan may once again fall into civil strife.

This is the current situation that Morin knows about, the current situation of the Kingdom of Sclan.

It is obviously inappropriate to use the Duke's Palace as the capital of the kingdom. The descendants of the Sklan family have long since moved away from here and established a new capital in the new city of Lansir. The Duke's Palace here is just a new place of remembrance to commemorate their ancestors.

Morin did not help the Sclan Kingdom do other things now. He did not have such intention. He just entered the Duke's Mansion and looked around carefully.

In the ancestral hall that was worshipped and protected extremely strictly, Mo Lin saw the hanging portraits.

He was an old man, a very old man.

His eyes were dim and his hair was neatly combed. At this moment, he was looking forward, with some sighs and imaginations in his eyes. I don't know what else he was thinking about in the end.

Maureen looked at the old man quietly.

Richard.

This old man was none other than Richard.

However, the once young Richard has grown old. He has become an old man, and even Maureen feels a little strange about him.

In Maureen's memory, Richard has always been that young boy, the somewhat painful but optimistic wizard apprentice, and the friend with whom he joked and played when he was young.

But it's all over.

Once, Richard, his wife and children parted with Morin in the Dark Forest, then returned to the Duchy of Scran, and spent his life like this.

Richard...

Maureen looked at the similar and familiar eyebrows and eyes in the oil painting, as well as Richard's no longer young face, and couldn't help but sigh.

He took one last deep look at the portrait, said nothing, and turned and left.

He went to the dilapidated slums where he had lived when he first came to this world. The changes there were even greater. They no longer looked the same as before and were no longer even a neighborhood.

Maureen was silent for a moment.

Then, Morin's body dissipated and turned into countless points of light in the air, and then disappeared completely.

Everything for Parsis ended here.

Maureen thought to herself.

The sound of horse hooves could be heard. Morin was sitting in a black carriage in the sky, looking at the scenery that was gradually moving away and slowly changing in the distance.

"Huh?" Just when Morin reached a high altitude and looked back at the entire Parsis subcontinent, he suddenly exclaimed in surprise, because at this moment he discovered that something was wrong. The entire Parsis subcontinent seemed to have some indescribable changes.

This feeling seemed like an illusion, fleeting, and disappeared before Maureen could even feel it clearly.

"It's really... a little strange."

Morin muttered to himself, narrowed his eyes, then turned the carriage around and began to observe carefully.

But Maureen found nothing.

There is nothing unusual.

He observed carefully for a long time and it was still the same.

It was as if the feeling just now was just a simple illusion.

Mo Lin was thoughtful and confused.

But soon, he no longer had the energy to deal with or care about such seemingly true and false things, because before that, Maureen had received a message from Mary.

"The two thrones were seriously injured. Can you let me hurry back to the Eternal Holy Light..." Morin watched the witchcraft characters in front of him twist, change, and then disappear, and he felt heavy in his heart as he thought about the witchcraft message from Mary.

The two thrones were actually seriously injured?

Morin had no time to stay in the Parsis subcontinent. He did not hold back at all and his body turned directly into countless witchcraft energy particles, shooting towards the eternal holy light.

Not long after, Morin reappeared in the Eternal Holy Light.

It looked like the Eternal Holy Light was almost the same as before, without many other changes. However, Morin could easily see that the entire Eternal Holy Light was under martial law. Priests and wizards came and went in a hurry with tense expressions on their faces, as if they were facing a great enemy and were indescribably afraid.

"You're back, Maureen." When Maureen just appeared, Mary in a red dress came to Maureen's side.

"What happened? Why are the two thrones injured?"

Morin asked without hesitation.

"Go see the two thrones and let them tell you." Mary said to Maureen.

Soon, Morin saw the two thrones.

The two old men were lying on two beds respectively. They were breathing weakly, their faces were extremely pale and they looked very bad.

At this time, the two thrones were guarded by Kasa and some priests, as well as some powerful wizards from the Blazing Soul Lighthouse.

As if they had discovered Morin's return, the two thrones slowly opened their eyes.

"Morin, you're back." Usdima showed a weak smile on his face. His voice was so soft that it seemed like it would break off at any time.

"What's going on?"

Morin briefly spoke a few words to Ustima and Calfino, then he turned his head and looked at Casa who was standing quietly beside him.

"It's Asilmanos." Kasa said.

His voice was low and a little hoarse, and I don't know if he was thinking of something.

Astilmanos? The ancient and powerful demon god who is the leader of the twelve demon gods of the abyss? Morin raised his eyebrows slightly, and he couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

"Yes, that ancient, powerful, and terrifying Demon God." Calfino also opened his eyes. He looked at Morin and said, "Back then, we exiled that powerful Demon God together, but now, that Demon God has come back again."

"In fact, this is no longer just one of his clones. He injected power from the abyss on the other side of the world, making the power in his clone extremely powerful. It is equivalent to the manifestation of his original power."

"It's really strong. It's really, really strong."

"Even if we join hands, we are still no match for him."

As Calfino spoke, he coughed heavily a few times, his voice sounding somewhat lamentable.

The wizards at the nearby Fiery Soul Lighthouse were terrified and quickly brought up white towels for Calfino to use.

"We worked together, regardless of the effort, and finally managed to temporarily repel Asdelmanos who had just escaped. But this is only temporary. Later, Asdelmanos will attack again. By that time, he will be even stronger and more difficult to deal with." Usdima continued.

"Not only that, I don't know if it was because they heard the news of Asdirmanos's return, but in the outer realm, the abyss demons and abyss beasts suddenly rushed over like crazy, causing us huge casualties."

"The situation was very bad. They attacked too quickly and too fiercely. We couldn't resist them."

Just after Usdima said that, Mary's eyes flickered, and she seemed to have thought of something and began to add.

"Even now, the demons from the abyss are also attacking frantically." Mary said in a faint voice.

Maureen looked over and found that Mary looked no different from before, but her aura was fierce and full of murderous intent, and it was obvious that she had just fought.

The two thrones are the pillars of the wizarding world, but now they are seriously injured, and the abyss demons are attacking like crazy.

The wizarding world was originally at a disadvantage, and now, the situation has taken a sharp turn for the worse.

Maureen thought to herself.

His perception spread out, feeling the changing aura from the outside world coming from the Eternal Holy Light, with no other expression on his face.

"I'll go out for a while." Morin said, and then his body disappeared from the spot.

Light and shadow flashed, energy particles gathered, and soon, Morin appeared in the outer realm where wizards and warlocks were fighting against the demons of the abyss.

The screams shook the sky, and the outside world was in chaos and blood.

Morin looked at this scene and let out a sigh of relief.

The changes in his body became more and more subtle. Behind him, a constantly changing dragon shadow rose up, and finally let out a roar and soared into the sky.

roar!!

Boom! The world changes, light and shadows flash.

A terrifying dragon appeared and let out a roar towards the sky that echoed throughout the world.

After a while, everything here ended, the abyss demons retreated, and Morin returned to the eternal holy light.

All the wizards and warlocks present were always paying attention to the happenings in the outside world. Naturally, they were the first to know about the changes in the outside world and everything that was happening. Now, seeing Morin return, they breathed a sigh of relief, but their eyes couldn't help but look a little strange.

The two thrones spoke briefly and then rested. They were badly injured and they were also very tired.

Since Morin took action, the outer world fell into an eerie calm, and the abyss demons did not attack again. It was unknown whether they were afraid or waiting for something else.

Two days passed.

The two kings were feeling a little better, at least they were able to get out of bed and walk on their own. On the surface, they were the same as usual, with no signs of abnormality.

At this time, Morin and the two thrones were walking on the white palace ground outside and having a brief conversation.

"Maureen, you must have heard many people say that the world has changed and become different. Do you know what's going on?" Calfino turned his head, looked at Maureen, and suddenly asked this question.

"I don't understand. I'm a little confused."

Morin was stunned for a moment, then he shook his head.

"It's simple, because the wizard world is losing people." Calfino said, with some sigh in his voice, "Let's not talk about the eighth-level immortals, just talk about the seventh-level legends. In the past, it was possible for wizards and sorcerers to break through the sixth-level threshold and become seventh-level legends, but now it is impossible."

"Because the origin of the wizarding world, all its world power, is being controlled in secret and is being constantly absorbed."

"The wizarding world is huge and very powerful. At the beginning, this absorption was not obvious, but as time passed, the changes in the absorption were finally exposed."

"In the wizard world, or in other words, in the entire Chaos Star Realm, all worlds are losing their power. Now, according to common sense, no one can break the shackles of the sixth-level throne and become a seventh-level, or even an eighth-level immortal above the seventh level."

"We are the guardians of the wizarding world. Therefore, we can feel things that other powerful people cannot feel, and we feel them especially clearly."

Calfino sighed.

"Yes, over the endless years, there have been so many powerful people with amazing talents, but they can only reach level six at most and can never improve again." Usdima's voice was also a little sad, and he said: "What a pity, what a pity, what a pity."

Maureen was silent.

He understood Usdima's sigh. After all, he and Calfino were able to become the sixth-level throne. Without a doubt, they were rare talents in the entire history of wizards. But they could only stop there. It was really a pity.

If the world had not changed before, they would have already crossed the threshold of level six and become level seven legends. They could even gaze at level eight immortality during their lifetime and have the opportunity to become level eight immortals.

Not only them, but also the original Lord of Gintama, Angolo of Black and Purple City, Ms. Vanlin and Ms. Cat of Tratel City, can go further.

It's a pity for them all.

"Molin, the sixth-level throne is to make yourself and the world perfect and let the light of your own soul illuminate the world. The seventh level is to master the rules of the world, then to become familiar with the rules of the world, and finally to be a legend in controlling and changing the rules of the world. So, do you know what the eighth-level immortal is?" Usdima turned his head and looked at Morin. He asked softly with a kind look in his eyes.

“Find your own path, and walk it to the end.”

Morin raised his eyes and looked at Usdima.

"Very good, very good, Morin, I'm glad you know it, I'm glad you know it." Ustima and Calfino were stunned, and then they laughed at the same time.

Yes, it’s good that Morin knew it. Morin was not like them. He was still young. As for them, they knew it too late. They were too old.

Most importantly, they are trapped all their lives and cannot find the way out.

Maureen also smiled.

Each of us has our own path...

Level 8 Immortal...

The important thing now is to be promoted to the sixth level existence and become the Holy Sun Throne.

He had made a long journey and had enough of what he needed. He just needed to make the final promotion at the right time.