Wizard: I Can Refine Everything-Chapter 535 - 80 Challenging Fate

Having assessed his situation, Richard no longer made unnecessary attempts.

He moved the Communication Pyramid out of the Secret Realm and sent all the intelligence he knew to the Wizard headquarters far away in the Great Sun Saint Sect.

This was his final duty in this war.

After finishing all this, Richard immediately left the spot.

At this moment, he only needed to think about one problem—that was how to survive this disaster.

It was now impossible to traverse the Earth Faction of the Dingtian Sacred Sect to reach the Wizard Control Zone; under the circumstances of the Demon Lord breaking the seal, Wizards would definitely evacuate this world as soon as possible.

Even though Garon the Great Wizard had already achieved the Truth, whether he could withstand an old ruler of the Star Realm like the Demon Lord was still uncertain.

With so many Great Wizards deployed, the emergency disengagement of the Floating City would not suffer much loss.

Thus, before Richard lay only two options: to hide within the Wilderness Great World or to enter the Secret Realm

To continue staying in the Wilderness Great World, Richard had to constantly monitor the movements of the Demon Lord and find a sufficiently stable region to hide.

Currently, the threat of the Wild Beastmen was nearly nonexistent to Richard; with the Demon Lord breaking the seal, the foremost target of the Wild Beastmen would be how to secure the Demon Lord Seal.

Compared to this issue, the death of the two Elders of the Dingtian Sacred Sect had become insignificantly trivial.

Therefore, he need not worry about the Wild Beastmen coming to trouble him during this time.

But what Richard did not know at this moment was that for the Demon Lord to completely break the seal was merely a matter of moments.

His understanding of the Pioneers had misled him here; in his mind, Pioneers always appeared in an advanced form. Therefore, he still thought the Pioneer’s sealing could delay the Demon Lord for some time.

"I think it’s better to just go to the Secret Realm," Ulysses offered his suggestion. "You’re not being pursued right now; as long as you hide in the Secret Realm, even if the outside world turns upside down, it won’t harm you at all."

"But what if the spatial flaws are destroyed?" Richard countered. "The unsealing of the Demon Lord would bring not only geological swings, but also inevitable changes in space structure.

If those changes cause us to lose our flaws, then we’d be completely lost."

Every time Richard opened the Secret Realm, a spatial flaw would occur at that spot. This flaw was both a beacon and a backdoor. If he wanted to exit the Secret Realm, this flaw would transform into an exit.

The Secret Realm, unlike spaces like the Magic Pocket, strictly speaking, belonged to another world.

Normally, to move from one world to another through a Space Rift, one must cross the World Barrier of the world to enter. Only some worlds would need to cross two World Barriers.

Entering from inside the world, because of the weak World Barrier of the Secret Realm, Wizards could enter it very easily. But exiting from the Secret Realm to another world would require crossing a real World Barrier.

Without a temporal-spatial flaw as a backdoor, this barrier would be an iron curtain for Wizards.

But flaws were very sensitive to changes in the spatial structure. If the space around the flaw underwent severe structural changes, then the spatial flaw would be destroyed.

At that point, Richard would be entirely lost.

If lost, then in the vast expanses of the Star Realm, he might never be able to return to the Wizard World. He might even never be able to enter a world again.

This situation could almost be described by one word—exile.

"But being lost is still better than being dead," Ulysses retorted. "What’s coming next is an encounter between Divine Kings; just the aftermath of such battles could kill us before we manage to enter the Secret Realm.

If lost, there’s still hope. If dead, everything ends."

Richard shook his head slightly, his eyes resolute: "It’s not yet time to gamble on luck. Including the headmaster, Wizard Civilization now has six Dominator Level Combat Powers. This Demon Lord, even if an Eighth Level creature, cannot turn the heavens.

Inside the world, we still maintain some initiative. But if we enter the Secret Realm, then we’re truly gambling with luck!"

Seeing Richard’s resolute expression, Ulysses no longer tried to persuade. In fact, he too didn’t wish to rely on luck.

But as a World Master who had witnessed firsthand the fierce battles between Dominators, he knew all too well how terrifying the fights between Dominators were.

He remembered that one war that completely shattered a small world, with the count of dead creatures reaching billions. Merely from the resentment of the dead, a Main God Level wraith was formed.

"I think you’ve always been lucky; I hope this time your luck continues."

However, despite his words, Ulysses gripped Richard’s shoulder with Crow Claw with extra strength. If danger arose, he would not hesitate to pull Richard into the Secret Realm.

As he had said, being alive was always better than being dead. As long as one was alive, there was still hope.

While they talked, the Physique Crown in the sky had already discerned that the seal was about to break. He sighed softly, muttering to himself, "In the end, it still comes to seeking aid."

With that, countless Runes appeared in the air, forming a giant gateway leading to the Wizard Dimension.

But just as the Physique Crown was about to enter the Wizard Dimension, a voice suddenly echoed in his ear.

Shortly after, the Physique Crown furrowed his brows and muttered, "Anti-Meme? It’s getting more troublesome."

Entering the Wizard Dimension, after Garon the Great Wizard became the Physique Crown, some changes had also occurred within the Wizard Dimension. The most obvious change was in the Extreme North of the Wizard World, where a towering World Tree had sprung up.

With one step, the Physique Crown arrived at the City of Eternal Truth at the center of the Wizard Dimension.

A Wizard dressed in a black robe, his face obscured, appeared out of nowhere and gave the Wizard’s Salute to the Physique Crown.

"Welcome, Physique Crown. May I know what you wish to do?"

The Physique Crown glanced at him and replied, "I need to convene the Council of Truth."

"Now?"

"Now."

"As you wish."

After the Wizard in the black robe had agreed, a brass bell appeared in his hand. Then, like performing a magic trick, he conjured a bell hammer with his left hand.

Dong! Dong! Dong...

As he swung the hammer, the melodious sound of the bell spread from the City of Eternal Truth, traversing endless dimensions, and resonated beside the ears of five specific wizards in the Wizard World.

At the headquarters of the Tesla Chamber of Commerce, a wooden Alchemy Puppet put down what it was holding and muttered, "Even the truth has problems it can’t handle?"

Wizard Dimension, City of Eternal Truth.

Five Rune Gates appeared in the Void, and five Truth Wizards stepped out simultaneously.

The Alchemy Puppet controlled by the Alchemy Crown walked over to the Physique Crown and took a good look at him.

"Why are you wearing a green robe? It looks really ugly."

The Physique Crown, upon hearing this, couldn’t help but have his head filled with black lines. He had called a grand assembly of truth, and still, such minor details were noticed.

"Cough cough, everyone, the Star Realm Master imprisoned in the Wilderness Great World is breaking his seals and his estimated strength is at the peak of the Eighth Level. I need everyone’s help to push this guy back down."

"Push down?" the Plastic Energy Crown asked doubtfully, "Not considering just killing him?"

The Physique Crown shook his head, "It’s best not to disturb him. Before I entered the dimension, I got information sent back by my lucky star. This guy’s ability is supposed to be Anti-Meme. Fighting him might make us forget a lot of things, which wouldn’t be worth it."

"Anti-Meme?" the Curse Crown suddenly spoke up, "Are you sure it’s Anti-Meme?"

"Our people sent back the information, there shouldn’t be any problem."

The Curse Crown fell silent for a moment and then spoke, "This Dominator, I hope to kill him or seal him completely."

"Hmm?"

The words of the Curse Crown surprised everyone present. This oldest Truth Wizard in the Wizard World, usually almost invisible, often abstained during decision making.

But why did he now, uncharacteristically, want to kill this Star Realm Master they hadn’t yet seen?

The Plastic Energy Crown, who knew Curse Crown the best, paused and asked,

"Is he your destined death?"

"...Yes."

Hearing the Curse Crown admit this, everyone present immediately understood the reason.

After becoming a Seventh Level creature, life can vaguely sense the web of destiny on itself. Some Dominators are lucky or unlucky enough to use this faint feeling to foresee their future fates.

Once the future is discerned, it becomes unchangeable. If an Observer happens to see their own death, then their death becomes inevitable, which is what is known as a destined death.

As the head of the Curse School, the Curse Crown’s research into destiny was naturally very deep.

He had long seen his destined death.

"Fate cannot be changed," the Alchemy Crown said, "Curse, you know this better than any of us."

The Curse Crown’s expression remained unchanged, and he spoke calmly, "Alchemy, this is an experiment. Did you really think I spared you back then for the greater good?"

The Alchemy Crown was startled, a chill suddenly running down his spine.

At the end of the Wizard War, the Curse Crown broke through the Sixth Circle limit and became the first Truth Wizard. However, after becoming a Truth Wizard, the Curse Crown did not use his transcendent combat power to eradicate the other four Schools but instead chose peace talks and helped the leaders of the other four Schools achieve truth.

In Wizard Society, it was interpreted that the Curse Crown spared the future of Wizard Civilization for the greater good.

"I am a once-in-a-generation genius of the Curse School. During my apprenticeship, I could kill wizards with curses, and by the time I was in the Three Rings, I could easily use Curse Witchcraft that only a Great Wizard could wield. After becoming a Great Wizard, I quickly became the leader of the Curse School and reformed it.

I swept the useless witchcraft into the trash heap and simplified the truly useful witchcraft. Without bragging, all the Curse Witchcraft practiced in the Curse School now are the products of my past simplifications.

But soon, I grew tired of all this.

It was then that I stopped researching lethal Curse Witchcraft and turned to studying fate, which many of my predecessors considered taboo."

The voice of the Curse Crown was incredibly calm, but all the wizards present could sense the madness in it. They were the wizards among wizards, and they knew the state of the Curse Crown all too well.

The Curse Crown was mad in his pursuit of truth!

"I feel I was born to study fate," the Curse Crown said proudly, "Divination Witchcraft has developed significantly under my research, and now the practice of Divination Witchcraft is entirely within the framework I established. I encountered the web of fate during my Sixth Circle period, but it was then that an invisible barrier blocked me."

The voice of the Curse Crown suddenly turned very sad, his head hanging low as though defeated by something.

"Even becoming a Truth Wizard, I couldn’t break through this barrier. My research into fate stopped there, my path... has ended."

"So you want to challenge fate," the Plastic Energy Crown said softly.

The Curse Crown suddenly looked up, his eyes fierce as a tiger.

"Yes, I want to challenge truth! My friends, the time to repay debts has come. Let’s see if the power of Wizard Civilization can break that predetermined fate!"