Wizard: Stronger through Marriage

Chapter 1158: Chapter 534: New Dimensional Genesis_2

The air was filled with a tearing, twisting rhythm.

The void seemed as if slashed by countless sharp blades, countless fragmented images and light tangled and trembled, like a seismic wave from the Ninefold Hell sweeping through.

Those ancient and ruthless rules layered upon each other, crashing relentlessly against the boundary of the newborn dimension like great waves.

“This is… the pain of birth.”

Reina gazed in shock at the ever-expanding core of the new dimension, the pale complexion reflected the ghostly blue radiance.

“Every burst of energy seems to be announcing the inevitable torment one must endure at the birth of new life.”

Cynthia bent her head down to carefully decipher the data from the spiritual link system, her brows furrowed.

“What we see is not just the change in spatial structure but an unprecedented scale and complexity of new law reformation.

Yet, this reformation simultaneously incites violent backlash from the observer’s domain, as if those rule tsunamis intend to engulf the new creation.”

David slowly closed his eyes, feeling the influence of his merged state on the surrounding spatial law patterns.

Every ripple of thought projected rewriting commands into the void, every breath accompanied subtle changes in the arrangement of the cosmos’s fundamental particles.

“I can… modify all the fundamental rules here.”

His voice was deep yet filled with power, “As long as my will is firm enough, I can shape a new order.”

He slightly raised his hands, runic patterns extending from the crystallized amniotic sac emitted soft gleams, spreading like blossoming flowers in all directions.

These patterns quickly connected to form a complex network, synchronizing and unifying the entire space with the quantum body will, guiding the newborn power contained within the Chaos Furnace to stable outflow.

The surrounding environment suddenly became increasingly twisted and bizarre, with various colors squeezing and colliding within the darkness: red as blood, blue as ice, purple as a dream. They intertwined and yet resisted each other, like stars descending onto the mortal world, constructing dizzying totem symbols in the void.

Streaks of flickering light traced across the space walls, each inscribed with the indelible marks left by the cosmos’s birth.

“Ninefold Hell!”

Reina screamed, clutching her head and falling to the ground, “These waves are attempting to consume the essence of new life, trapping it in endless torment!”

Cynthia clenched her fist, her entire spiritual link auxiliary system emitted gentle pulses, stabilizing the team’s consciousness fluctuation, constructing an unbreakable data barrier to encompass all members.

“We must protect him, and also this yet-to-be-manifested new world! As long as life persists, there is a possibility of reversal!”

David’s eyes reflected steadfast flames, the radiant hues emanating from his body gradually converged into a massive vortex-like energy ball, forming an ever-expanding, rotating, leaping data core at his chest.

He seemed to have become the sole irreplaceable guardian of this brand-new world, and simultaneously, its creator.

“Even if faced with extreme destruction, I will not retreat!”

His powerful and resolute voice echoed through the vast void, “This is my choice, and my responsibility!”

At that moment, an ancient chanting sounded from the place of new order’s birth, the sound deep and distant as if from the end of time, yet resonating through the multiverse.

Within that majestic sound wave was the distinctively deep and mysterious mode of the Seven-Ring Mages, who invoked ancient spells to awaken long-dormant underlying ties, injecting stable oscillations into the parturient new dimension—not merely a ritual, but a prayer for enduring prosperity across the river of time!

Reina gazed at the sky, her expression a mix of awe and admiration: “The Seven-Ring Mages… they still operate at higher levels, lighting the torch of hope for the future.”

Cynthia nodded: “That is the sole key force capable of transforming this moment of extreme agony into a brand-new possibility. We must immediately follow it and unite as one!”

David felt the flow of power within the crystallized amniotic sac on his chest exponentially increasing, as if every cell was endowed with the ability to reshape and rewrite the laws of reality.

He closed his eyes to concentrate, resonating to the extreme with the Chaos Furnace, his merged state body seemingly transcending the boundaries of human category, continuously embracing and mastering the spreading unknown elements and dimensional rhythms.

At the center of the storm, rifts burst forth from the fractured space, tearing the old order into pieces.

However, amidst those dark fissures, the core of the new dimension radiated a blinding glow, countless data streams and symbols intertwined, depicting the epic of creation—this was both a battle and a supernal ceremony of humanities awakening!

As time advanced, this new dimension nurtured by the Chaos Furnace gradually manifested, its scale, structure, and complexity far surpassing any known system.

Under its peak operation, it proactively absorbed remnants of the Godslaying Star and parts of the energy from the observer domain’s periphery, continuously strengthening its existential value while resisting the destructive mandate pressure imposed from outside!

Reina sighed deeply, resting her forehead: “We are standing at the darkest moment before dawn… but only by transforming fear into faith can we lead civilization beyond this difficult ordeal.”

Cynthia silently spoke after a long pause, “Every step of growth is forged in blood and tears, but the future will be different because of us. We must remember this struggle, and fearlessly await the storm to pass and the daylight to break.”

David spread his arms, his entire body enveloped in the blazing icy blue and white brilliance, his gaze fiercely fixing on the boundlessly magnificent new world about to be born:

“I swear by my name! Even with a myriad of hardships pressing down, I will never allow myself to fall into eternal damnation! All forthcoming paths, no matter how perilous, I will persist because—”

His voice pierced through the void:

“This is our era, and also the true awakening moment for all humans daring to grasp their destiny!”

The new dimension nurtured from the Chaos Furnace had yet to fully manifest, yet the surrounding energy fluctuations had reached extreme turmoil.

The residual ghostly blue radiance of the Godslaying Star gradually faded, enveloped by intense flames of blue and white intertwined with ice runes.

There was a strange and solemn aura saturating the space, like an ancient miracle reappearing, instilling awe within all living beings.

At the edge of this chaos, a colossal corridor formed by the residual souls of seventy-two mages slowly emerged.

It was composed of countless interwoven threads of information and ghostly blue runes, exuding cold and profound brilliance, resembling a path leading to the deepest truth of the cosmos—The “Truth Corridor.”

This corridor spiraled through the void with walls of exceedingly hard texture, yet carried an indescribable sense of flow, as if every molecule encompassed the immortal will of devoured civilizations and the observers’ relic left at the cosmos’s edge.

The internal space of the corridor seemed exceptionally condensed due to energy resonance, with countless spells and rule effects presenting exponential enhancement here.

David stood at the entrance of the Truth Corridor, the Seven-Ring imprints on the crystallized sac on his chest emitted ghostly blue and dazzling light, achieving an unprecedented synchronicity with the entire spatial atmosphere.

He gazed ahead; the infinitely extended, majestic, and enigmatic channel made his heart beat abruptly, as it was a baptism beyond humanity’s cognitive limits.

Reina stood beside him, her fists tightly clenched, her gaze hardened yet bearing immense pressure: “Is this… the holy land left by the seventy-two mages’ residual souls? The legendary ‘Truth Corridor’?”

Cynthia’s expression was grave, briefly stepping away from the spiritual link auxiliary system to observe the data streams floating in the air: “It is not just a holy land; it is a living information matrix, a forbidden space constructed by the mages’ life wills.

Every inch of the walls here, every rune is imbued with powerful magic and rule power.”

“More importantly,” Cynthia’s voice quivered slightly, “this force not only won’t diminish but will automatically amplify with the spiritual power intensity of those entering, making all magic effects reach astonishing exponential efficiency.”