Wizard: Stronger through Marriage

Chapter 1177: Chapter 544: Resonance Trap

Amy turned her gaze sideways to the rock wall, lightly touching the thin layer of frost on its surface with her fingertips. "These Runes are arranged with an uncanny regularity. They seem to contain some kind of complex Energy Wave fluctuation, as if they are trying to convey something to us."

David walked slowly around to the corner of the colossal wall, where a slightly sunken yet still faintly glowing stone surface came into view.

Embedded there was an ancient and massive chain of Runes, every symbol carved with meticulous precision, interwoven like a web of time and space.

He gently reached out to touch those lines, and a distant, unfathomable surge of information instantly flooded his mind.

"These Runes are not merely language," he murmured to himself. "They are more like a Chaos coordinate calculation formula, linking space, time, and even multiple dimensions together."

Amy’s brows knit tightly as She pressed the Magic Staff against the stone surface, continuously guiding the Domain Law to perform an Energy scan upon it.

As the Energy flowed, the Rune chain gradually emitted a biting silver‑white radiance. Those winding, intricate yet impeccably ordered lines began to stir and leap, like a nimble information network being reassembled and reborn in an instant.

Suddenly, one hue among them stood out vividly—three small Crystals of differing shapes yet tightly overlapping emerged: the white one pure as moonlight; the gray tinged with a metallic sheen; and the black thick and profound like the void.

These "three‑colored Ice Crystals" slowly rotated and intertwined, casting a resplendent and unfathomably mysterious halo upon the rock face.

Zelros’s expression twisted into a blend of terror and solemnity. His voice was low, yet tinged with a faint tremor: "This is a fragment of the ancient prophecy... When the power of these three Ice Crystals converges to a critical point, it will trigger a violent tearing of ecological and spatial structures, the so‑called ’dimension overlap’—it will rip open the world’s primordial barrier and usher in uncontrollable catastrophe."

Reina involuntarily took a step back at his words. She clenched the hilt of her blade with both hands, watching that ceaselessly revolving prismatic light with extreme caution.

"Could this be the very root behind the temporal disorder and extreme Energy fluctuations we’ve been sensing all along?"

David’s expression grew grave. He lifted his head to survey the massive reliefs encircling the great wall, faintly visible yet marred by cracks and signs of rupture. These sculptures, themed around Frosty Winter beasts, phantom Warriors, and flying Exotic Beasts, seemed to recount a tale of guardianship, Sacrifice, and the unending cycle of revival.

Under the chill morning light, every detail appeared exceptionally austere and oppressive.

"Such coexistence and fusion of multiple Elements and multiple Spatial Power fields demands an extraordinarily precise and vast computational framework, and these Chaos coordinates are the key."

He pointed to several irregular nodes within the Rune chain that flickered and occasionally jumped. "If these points are damaged or go out of control, they will not only cause localized ruptures, but also trigger a chain reaction that spreads to a far broader spatial domain, even into the currents of time itself."

Amy crouched down, drawing from Her bosom a heavy volume, its pages recording extensive foundational knowledge on Chaos Domain theory and sealing Magic.

"This is part of our recently revised manuscript. Yet the data embedded within these ancient inscriptions is far more precise than current scientific cognition can comprehend. They are a fusion of High Tier Magic mathematics and the fundamental laws of the Cosmos..."

She gently placed the volume upon the ground, its presence harmonizing with the surrounding silver‑blue radiance.

"Deciphering this information is of decisive importance for our next steps to stabilize the Domain barrier and break the spread of the parasitic bodies."

David nodded, refocusing his attention on the vast, awakening information network between heaven and earth before him.

He ran a finger along the jagged edge of a fragmentary piece of Obsidian. Its hard, angular contours seemed to drag his consciousness firmly into a realm at once strange and familiar—a place inundated with countless twisted time‑space images: there were fragments of the past, glimmers of the future, and surging undercurrents of unknown peril and opportunity.

"What the ancestors of the Star Pupil Race left behind is not only a warning, but a map pointing toward the possible paths of the future."

His tone was resolute, yet edged with a prudence that dared not relax for a heartbeat. "Only by mastering this set of calculation formulas can we accurately predict when the ’three‑colored Ice Crystals’ will reach their critical convergence, and thereby suppress the impending Great Cataclysm at its source."

Zelros joined him in delving deeper, his face etched with concern. "This demands long‑term accumulation of knowledge and the combined efforts of more powerful Law wielders to decipher. Otherwise, by the frail strength of my race alone, I fear we cannot hope to thwart the terrifying conspiracy lurking behind the Observer."

Reina inclined her head, listening to a newly emerging, faint and fragmented babble of language in the air. That voice seemed to pierce the walls of time, transforming in her mind into a thousand fine strands of complex information flow.

"...Guard...End...Destiny..." she whispered the words anew, her steadfast conviction rekindled. She clenched her teeth and told herself, "I cannot retreat. No matter how perilous it becomes, I will stand at the very front line..."

Though the temperature within the cave had yet to rise, the Spiritual Qi surrounding them gradually stabilized. It was as if this ancient relic had, through them, regained a measure of living vitality.

Under the baptism of heavy frost, they seemed to glimpse the dormant secrets in the river of history beginning to stir once more—or perhaps a hidden power, restless in the shadows, was preparing its move, laying the groundwork for the cataclysm soon to come...

Sunlight slanted in through the narrow fissure at the cave’s roof, spilling a wash of gentle gold upon the gray‑blue frost‑coated walls. Together with the silver‑blue gleam, it wove a dreamlike tableau.

The beads of sweat on each face fell in rhythm with their breathing, merging with their unwavering resolve into tiny imprints within this great torrent of destiny...

The air in the glacial nest was laden with a heavy presence, a blend of cold and mystery. The Runes on the stone walls emitted a dim bluish chill, casting reflections of the company’s grave and tense visages.