Wizard: I Can Refine Everything-Chapter 529 - 74 The Reason for the Pioneer’s Disappearance

Chapter 529: Chapter 74 The Reason for the Pioneer’s Disappearance

Boom!

Thunderous explosions reverberated through the heavens.

In the branch of the Dingtian Sacred Sect, two titans clashed. The repercussions of their battle were like sledgehammers, pulverizing nearby buildings and stones into dust.

The ground of the entire branch was continuously cratering under their blows.

Bang!

The two separated.

Richard’s left chest was torn open with four clear claw marks visible on the snowy white ribs. The impostor Martial Saint’s blood-red body was covered with claw marks that burned with Black Flame.

Throughout the fight, Ulysses constantly harassed him, forcing him to devote most of his attention to being on guard against Ulysses. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been locked in such a difficult battle with Richard, a being who was merely halfway into the forth level.

But what he didn’t know was that if Ulysses hadn’t been trying to capture him alive, Ulysses could have slain him long ago.

After obtaining a body of the World Master level, Ulysses’s strength took a qualitative leap. With Richard’s collaboration, normal level 4 creatures were no longer a match for them.

Richard looked at the blood-red giant before him with a mocking smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Under the effect of the rules, his body began to heal at a visible rate. But the blood-red giant that the impostor Martial Saint had transformed into couldn’t recover due to Ulysses’s Black Flame.

With the tide turning in his favor, the blood-red giant had weakened to an exaggerated extent.

While Richard observed, the impostor Martial Saint observed him as well. He was clearer about the state of his own body than Richard was. The relentless Black Flame was eroding his life at a slow but inexorable pace.

Furthermore, he was certain that this man before him was definitely not a Wild Beastman.

"A Heavenly Demon, huh? It seems that the rumors of the Holy Sect working with the Heavenly Demons were false."

The impostor Martial Saint looked at Richard and sighed inwardly. He hadn’t expected that the news he risked exposing his identity to intercept was false.

Had he known, he would not have shown himself. As long as he didn’t make a move, the Dingtian Sacred Sect members, who were eager to show off their muscle rather than their brains, would not have discovered his identity.

But it was too late for regrets now.

The impostor Martial Saint’s gaze moved beyond Richard, towards the Qi Men Array behind him that seemed ordinary but concealed deadly traps.

He now had to escape. Even if he couldn’t break out, he had to get the message out.

The Dingtian Sacred Sect would soon start a grand search for the Holy Sect. If the message wasn’t delivered, he didn’t know how many brothers would die during the search.

"Hah!"

The impostor Martial Saint suddenly bellowed, his body already swollen to five meters, ballooning even more.

Seeing this, Richard’s expression didn’t tighten with alarm but instead revealed a hint of pleasure.

He could tell that the impostor Martial Saint before him had run out of tricks, resorting to a Secret Technique that overtaxed his body to break out.

But secret techniques that boosted strength in a short period weren’t unique to him.

"Triple Jialong Sealing Skill, break!"

Long ago, Richard had begun self-Sealing his own body. However, due to Richard’s rapid growth and large strides, each Seal would be broken before long due to the enhancement of his physique, and thus he had never used it in previous battles.

But now it was different.

Richard’s body had entered the saintly realm, transcendent. His body would remain at those parameters for a lengthy period. Thus, after becoming the Sect Master of Wuxiang Valley, he applied a triple Seal on himself.

After ten years of accumulation, the power stored within the Seals had become quite formidable.

In an instant, both combatants charged at each other.

Within the span of a single breath, they clashed 124 times in the air. The sounds of their collision merged, like the footsteps of a migrating herd on the African savannah, but after being transmitted through shockwaves, these dull sounds turned into the muffled thunder before a heavy rain.

The citizens within the city, observing the darkening sky caused by the combatants, grumbled, "What dreadful weather."

Boom!

A streak of dark light flashed across the sky.

They separated again.

Richard’s abdomen was gouged open by the impostor Martial Saint, with severed intestines of red and green seeping out of the wound. A force of the rules was preventing Richard from using the rules to heal himself.

But across from him, the impostor Martial Saint no longer moved.

A pitch-black Crow Claw penetrated through his back, now tightly clutching his heart. Under the erosion of Ulysses, the blood-red giant before him no longer had any chance of resisting.

Richard managed a strained smile, excising the parts of his body that were contaminated by foreign rules.

Free from the hindrance of the alien rules, his injuries recovered once more at a visible pace.

"Haha, that’s a wrap."

Richard clapped his hands, about to signal Ulysses to toss this Demon Sect monster into the Secret Realm. But before he could speak out, he saw Ulysses’ expression suddenly change.

"Not good, quickly use the Rule Barrier!"

The next moment, a strange energy suddenly erupted from the imposter Martial Saint. Although Richard, thanks to Ulysses’ warning, promptly activated the Rule Barrier, he was still affected by the aftermath of the force due to the close distance.

In an instant, Richard felt as if he had forgotten something.

The outbreak quickly ended, and Richard removed the Rule Barrier, looking around somewhat bewildered.

"What was I just doing?"

Ulysses emerged from the Void and landed on Richard’s shoulder.

"Still forgotten? You were just fighting a Martial Arts Grandmaster from the Demon Sect who had infiltrated the Dingtian Sacred Sect, and you and I were planning to capture this monster alive."

"Is that so?"

Richard’s complexion changed slightly; his memory had no trace of this incident. He didn’t even have a shadow of this so-called Demon Sect monster.

"No use thinking about it," Ulysses shook his head, "You won’t be able to remember. Because that memory is now in a state of being shielded, you won’t be able to recall these memories until you become a Great Wizard."

"Shielded?" Richard asked, slightly puzzled.

Ulysses paused for a moment, then explained, "In your Wizard Curse Magic, there is a kind of witchcraft that diminishes a person’s presence. You should remember that, right?"

Richard nodded, "I remember. You’re saying that I encountered a similar spell just now, which specifically hid my memories concerning that Demon Sect monster."

"Pretty much, but in reality it’s more complicated than that," Ulysses replied, "This monster’s ability is most likely an Anti-Meme. He has internalized all information about himself and any trace that he has left in this world.

Your memory of him will be shielded, records about him will be ignored, and he himself will become unobservable and untouchable.

If it weren’t for the fact that I’ve seen similar methods before, we would have really been conned by him."

With that, a layer of Holy Light lit up around Ulysses. The Power of Faith, under Ulysses’ control, soon turned into a pale lantern.

Under the lantern’s light, Richard was shocked to find the corpse of a Wild Beastman standing less than five meters in front of him.

"Then wouldn’t this ability be invincible?" Richard said with a chill, "Unobservable, untouchable; if they went to assassinate someone, wouldn’t it be completely undetectable?"

"That’s not quite the case," Ulysses shook his head, "Anti-Memes also have levels. Lower-Level Anti-Memes make you forget the memory of the individual when you’re not observing them, but physical traces still exist, and records about them can be preserved.

Higher-Level Anti-Meme creatures may leave no physical traces and are difficult to record. However, they also lose the ability to interact with the physical world and can only commit assassination by consuming a person’s information.

But any creature sensitive to its own memory will notice this consumption and then expel these beings. However..."

Looking at the corpse, Ulysses seemed hesitant to continue, "Richard, the waters of this Demon Sect are deep indeed."

"What do you mean?"

"This monster’s Anti-Meme ability is not his own, but bestowed upon him by someone else. If I’m not mistaken, the source of this ability should be that Demon Lord who is rumored to be sealed in the Underworld.

Anti-Meme, Demon Lord, Richard, the reason for the Pioneers’ demise—we may have found it."

Ulysses’ words struck Richard like a bolt of lightning. Since he had come into contact with the Pioneers, he had never seen any record of this Race. He did not know the features of their appearance, nor their language and script, let alone their history.

Dinosaurs left fossils upon death, but the Pioneers, such a glorious civilization, had vanished without leaving even a single corpse for the Wizards to find.

The only thing he knew was the moniker ’Supreme,’ and even that was probably given to them by other races.

Combining this result with the Anti-Meme ability that the Demon Lord might possess... In an instant, Richard felt as if an invisible giant hand had viciously grasped his heart.

Even though he had transcended the ordinary, at this moment, he still found it hard to breathe.

"No, this information must be reported."

Richard somewhat frantically took out the Communication Pyramid, ready to send this message to Wizard Headquarters, but before he could act, he was stopped by Ulysses.

"Have you gone mad? You’re on Dingtian Sacred Sect’s turf; you are not reporting to the outside world right now!"

With Ulysses’ stern words, Richard snapped out of his panic. He took a deep breath, trying hard to calm down.

As Richard composed himself, Ulysses continued, "There’s no need to panic so much. The traces of the Pioneers have been erased, but you should know, this process has continued for hundreds of epochs.

It’s just that because of the loss of memory, we feel like we never discovered these traces from the start. Besides, if the Wizards lack anything, it’s certainly not top-tier power.

With five and a half Star Realm Masters, such fighting power would ensure that even if the Demon Lord broke free, he wouldn’t be able to turn the tide."

Ulysses’ composure affected Richard, and his mood began to settle as well.

"Indeed, I was too panicked."

Ulysses consoled him, "It’s normal for you to be startled by this, given your lack of experience."

Having regained his composure, Richard looked at the corpse in front of him and asked with some regret, "Can this ability be undone? After all, this is the body of a World Master; even just for cooking, it’s highly beneficial. It would be a pity to discard it."