Wizard: I Can Refine Everything-Chapter 532 - 77: Secrets of the Past

The Wilderness Great World is divided into two parts, respectively the Wilderness Continent and the Endless Sea. Among these, the Wilderness Continent occupies only about a third of the land of the Wilderness Great World.

However, this does not mean the ocean is a land rich with resources.

Any of the Six Great Saint Sects have explored the Endless Sea, but all they found was desolation.

The Endless Sea is like a blue desert; apart from the Wild Beasts, there is nothing.

A Martial Arts Grandmaster once dived deep into the water, determined to see if there were any resources beneath the sea to exploit. Yet after roaming the depths for a hundred years, he could not find the seabed of the Endless Sea. And when he finally gave up and returned to the surface, he was astonished to find himself on the other side of the Wilderness Continent.

Later, after this Martial Arts Grandmaster’s research, the Wild Beastmen on the Wilderness Continent discovered the secret of the Endless Sea—there is no seabed, or rather, the seabed of the Endless Sea is the World Barrier,

and the whole Wilderness Continent is a massive island floating on the Endless Sea.

From then on, aside from the Martial Artists who sought to undertake spiritual trials, no one else took an interest in the Endless Sea.

And it has become the burial ground for countless secrets.

In the depths of the Endless Sea, where even a Martial Saint could not see, a Bronze Hall quietly drifts in the water. Every now and then, ripples emanate from the Hall. Anything they touch is instantly turned to dust.

Inside the Hall, an old Wild Beastman dressed in white robes sits cross-legged on the floor, his body manifesting the aura of the Golden Bell Illusion to withstand the crushing impact that could pulverize a Grandmaster.

Before him, a middle-aged Wild Beastman covered in steel spikes and whose limbs were penetrated by bronze chains as thick as the mouth of a bowl, continued to struggle violently.

In the history of the Wild Beastmen, the Martial Ancestor is a mysterious figure. Legend has it that, in his youth, he was guided by the ancestors to create Martial Arts and expand it into the Six Great Realms.

But after creating Martial Arts, the whereabouts of the Martial Ancestor became unknown. Even the legends were pitifully few.

Even within the Six Great Saint Sects, there were no records of him.

It should be noted that the Six Great Saint Sects were already the most ancient and powerful force among the Wild Beastmen.

So when the Wizards investigated the Wild Beastmen, they did not take the Martial Ancestor seriously. They considered him just another branch among the many legends of the Wild Beastmen.

But no one expected that this legendary Martial Ancestor actually existed all along and had, dozens of epochs ago, broken through the final step to become a Level 7 Creature.

The reason his records are so scarce is that he still remembered his mission—to guard the Demon Lord Seal.

The relics controlled by the Six Great Saint Sects of the Wilderness Continent are merely the edges of the Demon Lord Seal. It is the core of the Seal that the Martial Ancestor protects.

To guard this secret, the Martial Ancestor went so far as to erase all traces of himself from the Wilderness Land, turning the Martial Ancestor into an ethereal legend.

And now, the Tomb Guardian who protects the key to the seal is undergoing a trial of will.

"Martial Ancestor, why are you so stubborn?" the old Beastman enveloped by the Golden Bell Illusion sighed, "With your peerless strength surpassing that of a Martial Saint, why must you adamantly defend this ancient sealing?

With your power, once the Demon Lord breaks free from the seal, you will surely become a great general under the Demon Lord. Wealth, power, and the path to higher realms, all these could be within your grasp.

Why must you cling to this seal, to the extent of reducing yourself to such a state?"

The Martial Ancestor with limbs pierced by chains raised his head, his eyes flickering between confusion and determination, as if two wills were fighting for control of his body.

Eventually, the Martial Ancestor’s gaze hardened, and the will that belonged to the Martial Ancestor took over his body. In a deep voice, he said, "Fool, you have no idea whom you serve. The Supreme sacrificed the future of an entire civilization to seal this monster and led it to a path of death, yet you seek to break this seal.

How could there be such fools in this world?"

Faced with the Martial Ancestor’s scorn, the old Beastman was not angered but continued to persuade, "Martial Ancestor, if it were in the past, your guardianship might have some significance. But now, the Heavenly Demons have invaded, and three of the Six Great Saint Sects have been destroyed.

Do you think those Heavenly Demons will dutifully guard the seal?

You are desperately guarding this seal so that our race can grow unimpeded. But now, with the invasion of Heavenly Demons and countless Martial Artists being killed, what’s the point of guarding the seal?

If the Wild Beastmen have become the slaves and livestock of others, does it matter whether the Demon Lord Seal is maintained?"

The old Beastman spoke earnestly, seemingly genuinely sympathizing with the Martial Ancestor. However, the Martial Ancestor’s response was a cold smirk.

"Fool, you would not think that the Beastmen are a free race, would you? Powerful beings are many in our race, Level 6 Creatures are not rare. But from ancient times to the present, have you ever thought of exploring beyond the World? It is the Supreme who imposed this limitation in our blood, our duty is to guard this seal, the Supreme has no need for us to develop a civilization.

In other words, we are born slaves."

The old Beastman was stunned at these words. This was the first time in his ten thousand years of persuading the Martial Ancestor that he had ever heard such a claim.

"We... are born slaves?"

Sarcasm tugged at the corner of the Martial Ancestor’s mouth, whether it was mocking the old Beastman, mocking himself, or mocking the fate of the Wild Beastmen, it was unclear.

"We are the ultimate creation of the Supreme, but also the only race they created with a purpose. Our elder brothers may have various defects, but they are free.

The Supreme did not impose any limitations on them; they are free to pursue everything."

"But we are different. While we possess the most perfect Talents, we also bear the heaviest of missions. We must guard this Sealing until that civilization strong enough, prophesied to arrive, comes.

"When that time comes, I won’t need your persuasion, for fate will see to the breaking of this seal. And it... will embark upon a sure path to death."

As the Martial Ancestor spoke, his gaze began to shift, the erosion from the Demon Lord was gradually ripping apart his sanity.

The moment he became a Level 7 Creature, the Martial Ancestor had carved out a dimension named after the Martial Artist in the endless dimensions. And as the Martial Arts of the Wilderness Continent prospered, the strength of the Martial Artist’s dimension likewise grew more formidable.

Only with the power from the Illusionary Dimension was the Martial Ancestor able to resist the corruptive invasion of the Demon Lord for hundreds of epochs.

But now, the Wizards invaded, and the Six Great Saint Sects, along with the many Sects and Martial Artists under their command, were slaughtered by the Wizards, greatly diminishing the power of the Martial Artist’s dimension. The soul of the Martial Ancestor had also become murky from the ravages of hundreds of epochs.

Even as the Star Realm Master, he could not escape the dull knife that was time.

In a daze, a flicker of lucidity flashed through the eyes of the Martial Ancestor once more. At this moment, he could clearly feel that his soul could no longer hold on.

"Is it finally ending?" the Martial Ancestor murmured to himself.

Suddenly, he thrust his head up, his eyes tightly focused on the elderly Beastman trying to persuade him.

"Idiot, you said the Heavenly Demons have descended, didn’t you?"

The elderly Beastman hastily replied, "Yes, Martial Ancestor. These Heavenly Demons are exceedingly fierce and evil, and now they are rampantly slaughtering Martial Artists across the land."

A mocking smile surfaced on the Martial Ancestor’s face. Then, he abruptly snapped the chains that bound him, and the steel spikes that had been driven into his body popped out like bullets.

In the stunned gaze of the old Beastman, the Martial Ancestor casually struck out, knocking the soul of this Grandmaster out of his body, then gulped it down.

"Idiot, did you really think those chains could hold me? If it were not for the loneliness here, I would have killed you long ago."

Having said that, the Martial Ancestor’s eyes once again fell into chaos. This time, it took a long struggle for him to regain clarity.

"Not much time left," the Martial Ancestor shook his head and murmured.

Using the information within his soul, he searched the old Beastman’s body and took out a rat mask. The mask, named Jiarat, held a position within the Demon Sect just second to the Demon Lord. Now, with the Demon Lord’s position vacant, he was the actual ruler of the Demon Sect.

Using this mask, the Martial Ancestor sent a false message to the possessors of the other eleven masks.

"The Martial Ancestor has been converted by the Holy Master."

After sending the message, the Martial Ancestor destroyed the Demon Lord’s thoughts within the mask, muttering to himself, "Hopefully, these juniors are of some use, and can completely exterminate these infected.

"Otherwise, the Wild Beastmen really might be annihilated."

Having said that, he burst out of the sea surface, leaving the prison that had confined him for several hundred thousand years.

Above the sea, the Martial Ancestor stood in the air with his eyes closed, silently feeling the fierce sea breeze brushing against his face.

He had not felt this sensation in hundreds of thousands of years.

Opening his eyes, the Martial Ancestor looked at the Wilderness Land in front of him with a hint of nostalgia. Although the Wilderness Land was shrouded in darkness at the moment, he could still recognize every blade of grass and tree.

During these hundreds of thousands of years, he had recalled this scene countless times.

Suddenly, a glint of surprise crossed his face. With a mere thought, a jar of wine flew out from a mountain thousands of miles away.

Catching the jar, the Martial Ancestor laughed heartily.

"Who would have thought, after hundreds of thousands of years, this jar of wine still hasn’t been stolen by anyone."

He broke the seal on the jar, inhaled the fragrance of the wine deeply, and sipped away until it was empty.

"Ha-ha, what a fine wine, I should have asked Duke to brew a few more jars back then," the Martial Ancestor laughed loudly, but then his tone turned to regret, "Ah, such a pity, I can’t even drink my fill before I die."

Tossing the jar aside, the Martial Ancestor pointed skyward, his body erupting with an astonishing aura.

"I am the Wilderness Martial Ancestor! Strong ones from other civilizations, would you see me off on my last journey?"

A million miles away, in the Floating City, where Garon the Great Wizard was studying a Martial Arts Secret Manual, he suddenly looked up, his face full of disbelief.

"The Demon Lord has broken the seal? No, this aura doesn’t seem like the Demon Lord’s."

He set down the secret book in his hands, and with a flash, he appeared in the sky. He looked in the direction of the Martial Ancestor, his gaze crossing a million miles to meet the Martial Ancestor’s.

The voice of the Martial Ancestor, at this moment, traversed space and entered the ears of Garon the Great Wizard.

Faced with the Martial Ancestor’s request, Garon the Great Wizard burst into a boisterous laugh.

He unfastened his Wizard Robe, and his body became as massive as the sky and earth. With a simple gesture, the World Tree, which had rooted itself and flourished like a mountain within the Heavenly Punishment Saint Sect, rose from the ground and turned into a suitable Magic Wand in his hand.

"I am Wizard Garon, Martial Ancestor, I’ll accompany you on your final journey!"