A Sorcerer’s Journey

Chapter 777: Chapter 775: Descent Upon Storm City

Three years later.

"Honorable Master Shadow of Despair Grimm, this is the Shadow Mystery World Teleportation Array. The cost for your transmission will be the price of three lifeform Witch Spirits, totaling one hundred and thirty-five Witch Spirits."

In the underground ant nest of the Wizard Continent Seven Ring Holy Tower, a witch led Grimm to the Shadow Mystery World Teleportation Array.

The witch beamed, scrutinizing the First-Level Honor Medal Great Sorcerer before her. Seven-colored runes drifted over his semi-transparent, indistinct form. One hand rested on an azure ice Magic Wand, the other held a black Wizard’s Tome. Beneath his gray-white mask, his eyes blazed with two-toned flames of ice and fire, exuding mystery and power that inspired awe and reverence.

It had been centuries since she last welcomed such a top-tier Demon-Hunting Sorcerer. Today was a stroke of luck!

The witch counted her blessings silently.

"Three lifeforms?"

Grimm, who had prepared one hundred and eighty Witch Spirits, was momentarily taken aback.

Besides himself, there should be Xiao Ba, the Enigmatic Thousand-Headed Bird, and the Thousand-Eyed Giant Crab, making three lifeforms. Now, with only three lifeforms needed...

"Caw caw caw, young master, what are you standing around for?"

Grimm glanced at Xiao Ba, calmly took out forty-five Witch Spirits from the one hundred and eighty, handed them to the witch, nodded silently, and stepped into the World Teleportation Array.

This ant nest square had more World Teleportation Arrays than Grimm remembered.

The witch, following procedural steps, activated the energy to launch the Magic Array. Standing within the World Teleportation Array, Grimm felt the space around him warp and press from all directions, followed by a momentary trance, and his trace vanished within the teleportation array.

"Tsk tsk, as expected of Master Shadow of Despair Grimm, not using a Cocoon Box under the tremendous pressure of the World Teleportation Array, or even activating the Sorcerer’s Cloak."

From behind the witch, a Third-Level Great Demon Hunter Wizard emerged.

This great wizard seemed to have been observing Grimm from a distance for a long time, watching the World Teleportation Array into which Grimm had stepped with a trance and a sigh.

"Though this master is not famous here at the Seven Ring Holy Tower, he’s quite well-known at the Six Ring Holy Tower. It’s said that several great wizards from deep within the Six Ring Holy Tower personally came here to inquire about Master Shadow of Despair Grimm."

The witch showed a slightly astonished expression at these words, exclaiming, "Why would such a powerful Demon-Hunting Sorcerer not stay in the depths of the Holy Tower accumulating power for a breakthrough to Stigma Sorcerer, but instead head to this small Shadow Mystery World?"

...

At the heart of the Eye of the Mysterium Storm, the former Amonro Holy Land, Storm City.

In the shadowy sky, clouds churned, and as the ground looked up, a blood-red ominous energy fluctuation emerged on the round moon.

On the Space Fortress above, countless cold mechanical puppets turned to look, while the contingent of Mystery creatures obedient to the Wizard’s Will roamed the skies. Only the top-tier Mystery creatures were qualified to reach the Space Fortress and directly communicate with the Wizard’s Will.

A trembling Amonro of Enigma slave was reporting something to a Third-Level Great Sorcerer, the energy fluctuation from the Space Fortress causing it to prostrate on the ground with humility and reverence.

"Which merchant guild has developed an interest in this world again?"

Generally, aside from wandering wizards and large merchant guilds, few others come to such a remote small world.

Due to this world’s peculiar rules, the Wizard’s power stationed here is not particularly numerous, and this Third-Rank Great Sorcerer of Dawn’s Sages, Tagler, controlled everything on the fortress.

As there were specialized reception wizards, the great wizard did not investigate the situation of the teleportation array but continued to focus on the local Amonro creature.

Having been stationed at the Space Fortress for so many years, the great sorcerer developed a pattern of discernment, recognizing that such powerful World Teleportation Array fluctuations were never the arrival of one or two wandering wizards but rather large merchant teams of over a hundred.

These large merchant teams, upon arrival in the Foreign Domain, typically purchase local resource information from stationed wizards like himself, generating substantial income in return.

"Continue."

The great sorcerer instructed the prostrating Amonro of Enigma with a deep voice.

Though both were Third-Level Creatures, under the Wizard’s Will, this Amonro of Enigma was merely one of the many slave monsters guarding the Space Fortress.

"Yes, mighty Wizard. According to the latest information, the Spinning Shadow River has been infused with Lava Power, and the world’s strength is continuously shifting towards lava. It is speculated that the King of Lava Giants of Jiurong Mountain may soon ascend to become the true World Master."

The once-glorious history of the Amonro of Enigma had perished.

Now, Amonro could only take refuge in the center of the Shadow Mystery storm, barely surviving under the Wizard’s Will’s protection, maintaining the last of their reproduction and legacy.

Aside from Amonro, the Space Fortress had selected several other Mystery creature groups as slave guards for command.

As for the Amonro outside of the Eye of the Mysterium Storm, they had once again become blood-feed livestock, ruled by the increasingly powerful World Lava Giants, their fate tragic and devoid of freedom.

Listening to this Amonro of Enigma’s report, the Third-Level Great Sorcerer rubbed his chin in thought, his other hand holding the Magic Wand, habitually tapping the ground, producing a "dong," "dong," "dong" sound.

The stationed wizards also had hidden tasks similar to Honor Medals, which was to deepen the Wizard World rule mission.

As a Dawn Sages Demon Hunting Sorcerer, Tagler had long studied the Shadow Mystery World rules. The six previous stationed wizards did not accomplish much in this world, leading the Wizard Alliance to classify it as a primitive Aboriginal World for peaceful development.

However, Tagler desired to use the world’s unique rules to incite a new catastrophe, hoping to achieve the extinction of the Lava Giants and complete the Wizard’s Will’s total dominion over this world!

For over three hundred years, Tagler worked tirelessly towards achieving his plan.

However, it must be said that even for a mere Third-Level Great Sorcerer, initiating a great cataclysm within a world, despite the convenience of the Wizard’s Will, was extremely difficult. Tagler’s plan seemed distant and growing grim.

Would he, too, like the six previous stationed wizard leaders, pass the centuries-long mission quietly and peacefully?

Tagler was unwilling!

"So, how about the Enigmatic Blood? Has it recovered?"

The Enigmatic Blood, a powerful shadow creature protected by Rule Power within the Eye of the Mysterium Storm, could exert strong and inconceivable abilities within the storm. However, once outside the storm area, it would become an ordinary Third-Level Creature, its status analogous to that of the World Lava Giant King during Amonro’s ruling era, though now the roles were reversed.

"Not yet..."

At that moment, the faces of both the Amonro of Enigma and Tagler turned simultaneously, startled, and they looked skyward in shock.

This fluctuation was the arrival of the Wizard’s Will. Which grand Stigma Sorcerer had descended upon this world?

Hoo...

On top of a massive fifty-meter-long hideous multi-headed bird, stood the indistinct figure of Grimm. Seven-colored runes flowed over his body, indescribably mysterious, with a starling and a shrunken Thousand-Eyed Giant Crab perched on his shoulder, gazing down on the crowd with imposing might.

The indescribable oppressive aura caused the many weak creatures to simultaneously hold their breath, quieting down, and thousands of mechanical puppets guided by the Wizard’s Will bowed in greeting.

"Are you the stationed sorcerer leader here?"

Grimm glanced at Tagler before his gaze shifted abruptly. Under the Face of Truth, his two-colored eyes seemed to penetrate through layers of earth to see a shadowy will beneath the ruins of Storm City.

The next moment, as if provoked by some invasion, the ninety-three heads of the Enigmatic Thousand-Headed Bird roared in unison. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit Qidian () to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m..)