Wizard: I Can Refine Everything-Chapter 533 - 78: Advancement to Truth, Physique Crown

In the underground palace, the three people lurking in the shadows jumped at the declaration made by Armor-Horse.

Within the six great Holy Sects, the Martial Ancestor was merely a legend. But now this demon of the Demon Sect was saying that not only did the legendary Martial Ancestor exist, he has been corrupted by the Demon Lord and turned into the Demon Lord’s henchman.

This seemed almost too absurd to believe.

But seeing Armor-Horse’s excited demeanor, it was unlikely that the statement was a fabrication. It was very possible that the Martial Ancestor had appeared and may even be crossing hands with Garon the Great Wizard.

With this thought, Richard grew more impatient.

Because of the Martial Saint’s appearance, Richard had been living at the headquarters of the Dingtian Sacred Sect recently. In such a perilous place, Richard dared not use the communication pyramid.

This also meant that up to now, Richard had not transmitted the news of the Demon Lord.

And now with the demonized Martial Ancestor emerging, it wouldn’t be long before the sealed Demon Lord would break free. If he waited until the Demon Lord was unsealed to share the news, it would be too late.

Thinking thus, Richard used Shadow Magic, moving soundlessly to the sides of two Dingtian Sacred Sect elders.

"Let’s take action, Elders. Delay brings changes."

The two elders were startled by Richard’s sudden voice, almost launching a subconscious counterattack. Fortunately, they were Martial Arts Grandmasters who specialized in Physique Evolution. Their control over their bodies was so attuned they could stop the involuntary action the moment they realized it.

"What impressive martial arts you have, Sect Master Chu. Someday, I must have a spar with you," an elder exclaimed in awe.

The other elder responded, "Sect Master Chu is right; delay brings changes. These demonic beings are probably out of their minds, spouting mad tales about the Martial Ancestor serving them. There’s no further point in spying on them."

After speaking, the three of them started to allocate their targets. The two elders would take on the two martial artists starting with ’Armor,’ and the martial masters would be handled by Richard.

Once the targets were decided, the three of them didn’t hesitate and immediately burst into action.

The two elders of the Dingtian Sacred Sect suddenly appeared in the depths of the underground palace, their robust bodies iron-cast. The element of surprise left the cultists of the Demon Sect defenseless.

Armor-Monkey and Armor-Horse, the two Martial Arts Grandmasters, were instantly sent flying by the powerful punches of the elders. With a thunderous "bang," the two demon path grandmasters were blasted through layers of earth dozens of meters thick, flying out of the underground palace.

"Demon, meet your death!"

The other martial artists in the palace stared in shock at the gaping hole in the ceiling, their brains struggling to process the situation.

Why would two Martial Arts Grandmasters suddenly emerge within their stronghold? And from the cultivation techniques they used, these two were most likely the elders of the Dingtian Sacred Sect.

But before they could fully register what was happening, Richard emerged from the shadows.

To handle these martial artists, who were at most only in the third stage of perfection, Richard didn’t even need the Balancing Hand. He gathered his stance, pulled in his elbows, and the entire space of the underground palace seemed to freeze, as energy flowed into his body like rivers into the sea.

The next moment, he threw a single punch. Spiral Fist Light burst from his fist, drilling forward like a bit.

In an instant, there was a loud crash, and one side of the underground palace vanished, replaced by a void three times the size of the palace.

Richard withdrew his fist and silently opened the rift to the Secret Realm.

Now, only three martial masters beginning with ’Yi,’ all in the third stage of perfection, remained standing on the second floor of the underground palace; the other martial masters had turned to ash in the blow.

The three martial masters wanted to resist, but before they could make a move, Richard sealed their meridians and threw them into the Secret Realm.

These were fully evolved Wild Beastmen, invaluable both for research and as a collector’s item.

Especially since the Truth Council was planning to make the Wild Beastmen a vassal race.

After throwing the martial masters into the Secret Realm, Richard immediately exited the underground palace. There were no longer any survivors inside; under the influence of the Heart-devouring Gu, all the minions were dead.

In the skies above, the residual effects from the battle of the four grandmasters caused the heavens to show strange signs. Thunder, ice, flame, hurricane... At the level of Level 4 Creature, even a casual gesture could alter celestial phenomena. A full-on battle from them would routinely shatter space.

But at the moment, Richard had no interest in the battle above.

He looked towards the northeast, feeling a faint oppressive force even across hundreds of thousands of miles.

The demon was not raving mad; what he said was true. The Martial Ancestor had indeed appeared.

"Ulysses!"

A shadow flew from the Void and landed on Richard’s shoulder.

"What do you want to do next?"

"We need to head back now," Richard said, his gaze fixed towards the northeast, his expression solemn. Continuing the mission now would be sheer folly. The appearance of the Martial Ancestor meant the Demon Lord was on the brink of breaking his seal. In the legends of the Wild Beastmen, the body of the Demon Lord was sealed in the Underworld, and in mythology, that was said to be beneath the ground.

So if the legends were accurate, the unsealing of the Demon Lord would likely cause extreme geological upheavals and severe spatial distortions to the Wilderness Continent.

It could be more powerful than a Wizard’s ’Day of the End.’

Therefore, he had to find the main forces.

Since the Wizard Civilization had deployed hundreds of Great Wizards, finding the main force meant no further worries about safety.

If the sky were to fall, the Great Wizards would hold it up.

But before that, he had some things to take care of.

Richard turned to look at the raging battle between the four grandmasters in the sky and asked Ulysses on his shoulder, "Ulysses, do you think we can take those two grandmasters by surprise?"

Ulysses glanced at the sky and cackled, "Hehe, I suggest we better go help those two fellows. That way, they’ll have their guard down even more."

...

In the sky above the Wilderness Continent, two colossal figures locked in combat towered to the heavens.

Garon the Great Wizard stood tall, with runes circulating on his three true forms. Runes are the foundation of a wizard, and even Garon the Great Wizard, who had evolved physically, could not possibly abandon runes. Enhanced by runes, every fiber of Garon the Great Wizard’s muscles became tens of millions of times stronger than the most tenacious refined gold alloy, and his strength reached a chilling extreme.

His every strike reached an energy level of tens of millions.

Such immense power brought with it an unimaginable terrifying consumption. In the past, Garon the Great Wizard hardly dared to exert his full strength because each use of his full force would consume magic essence sufficient to complete a dimensional expedition to a miniature plane.

But with the World Tree, all this was no longer a problem.

The World Tree took root in Garon the Great Wizard, countless roots and leaves penetrating the void, incessantly transforming the chaotic spatial flows and ether storms into energy, thereby supplying Garon the Great Wizard.

These two terrifying existences, both beyond level 6 creatures when combined, unleashed a power that far exceeded the sum of one plus one.

On the opposite side, the Martial Ancestor’s gaze kept shifting, his reactions sometimes quick, sometimes slow.

The Martial Ancestor had been fending off the Demon Lord for years and was all too familiar with this demon’s capabilities. His emergence from the sealing to challenge Garon the Great Wizard and wipe out the hidden Demon Sect forces was merely a sideline.

His real purpose was to let himself die at the hands of Garon the Great Wizard while his soul had not yet shattered completely and while he could still contest control of his body against the corrosion of the Demon Lord.

He did not wish for his body to become a puppet of the Demon Lord.

Suddenly, the Martial Ancestor’s body violently shook, and his eyes instantly cleared.

He raised his hand to block and effortlessly parried a punch from Garon the Great Wizard with an energy level of tens of millions.

He was the Martial Ancestor, the pioneer of the Martial Artist dimension. As the sole master of this dimension, the Illusionary Dimension bestowed upon him a terrifying ability named Martial Ultimate.

The function of this ability was simple—it allowed him to master all the martial arts created by all martial artists up to the present without a teacher.

Every strike he dealt contained the crystallization of research by countless martial artists over a million years.

Had it not been that he was reluctant to make a move, Garon the Great Wizard would have long perished in the Underworld.

"Wizard Garon, are you not prepared yet?"

The Martial Ancestor looked at Garon the Great Wizard, sensing the force of the great way entwining around him. The power was not immense, but the Martial Ancestor could feel the dreadful strength at its origin.

According to the knowledge bestowed upon him by the Supreme, such a situation was known as a Dimensional Bud.

It meant that from a dimension that had already taken shape, a new bud had sprouted. If this bud continued to grow, it would become a branch dimension dependent on the main dimension.

And the creature with that branch dimension would break the level 6 boundary and become one of the members of the Star Realm Masters.

Faced with the Martial Ancestor’s question, a rare solemnity crossed Garon the Great Wizard’s face.

The World Tree grew from behind him, wrapping around his arm, turning into a magic wand in his right hand. Green vines also spread from his back, forming a green wizard robe.

The rituals for achieving the truth had no fixed form; the road walked by a wizard differed, and so too would their ritual.

As the pioneer of the Wizard Civilization’s physique evolution, Garon the Great Wizard comprehended his own promotion ceremony the moment he broke the level 6 limit and stepped onto the path of truth.

He needed to engage in an all-out battle during an expedition.

He had to break through the final boundary between life and death.

Garon the Great Wizard holding the magic wand, promised the Martial Ancestor, "Martial Ancestor, if I do not die, the Wild Beastmen will survive under my protection.

As long as I live, the Wild Beastmen will not be extinguished, and your martial arts will not perish either.

I swear by the Sea of Souls."

With the oath made, the Sea of Souls corresponding to the Wilderness Great World immediately surged.

Wizards are the favored children of the Sea of Souls; among all the races the wizards have encountered, only they can use the Meditation Method to dive into the Sea of Souls.

Under the witness of the Sea of Souls, the oath was established.

The Martial Ancestor revealed a complex smile upon hearing this.

That smile contained joy, appreciation, a sense of relief... Various emotions layered upon one another, forming that upturned curve and laugh.

"What a fuss, take this!"

The Martial Ancestor then assumed the most basic horse stance in martial arts, his hands positioned at his sides. In an instant, all the energy of the Wilderness World flowed towards the Martial Ancestor.

The Martial Ancestor was not only the founder of martial arts; he was also the World Guardian of the Wilderness Great World. If he wished, the entire Wilderness Great World was his home ground.

"Wizard Garon, this move is called—Martial Ultimate!"

With that said, the Martial Ancestor executed the most basic move in martial arts—the Horse Stance Punch.

In the next moment, all fell silent.

A dazzling fist light tore through the sky of the Wilderness World, leaving a colossal rift that spanned millions of miles across the Heavenly Vault, splitting the sky in two.

Endless spatial storms poured into the world from the Void.

At the center of that fist light, Garon the Great Wizard stood emaciated, his flesh completely stripped away, leaving only a broken heart devoid of life at the position of his chest.

But upon seeing this, the Martial Ancestor closed his eyes in contentment.

The next instant, a tender bud suddenly grew from the shattered heart. Then, a clear heartbeat, crossing space, resounded in the ears of every wizard.

Thump thump!

Though unaware of the origin of this heartbeat, in that moment, all wizards simultaneously knew what it represented.

In the Wizard Dimension, countless wizards with indistinct faces emerged from their wizard towers. They gave a Wizard’s Salute towards the City of Eternal Truth, and a billion voices converged, designating a title.

"Behold the Physique Crown."