Breaking Through the World's Constancy and High-Value Rose Grafting Materials

A sun gradually rose from the ground of the wizarding city, marking the official arrival of a Sun-Ring Level Magic Pressure. At the moment this Magic Pressure descended, every corner of the entire wizarding city reacted in some way in response to the summoning of this power.

The wizarding city lit up again, brightly lit, with various magical lights reappearing.

In the heart of the Wizarding City, a large number of buildings began to collapse, and a Tower to Heaven made of precious Magic Alloy appeared on the ground. Locke, dressed in the Black-Gold Ancient Holy Peach Tree Wizard Robe, turned to look at the wizarding tower and saw that a stone tablet was enshrined on it.

The familiar Magic Pressure made Locke realize quickly that it was part of the "Ritual" of the Black Sun Tower.

As the stone tablet released its magical light, lending its power to the Ritual Magic, the Ritual Magic was considered successful.

Locke looked in the direction where the Iron Killer was.

The Iron Killer covered his face and burst into laughter. "I succeeded. I finally succeeded, hahahaha—after years of hard work, killing over 30,000 people, I have finally opened the gate to the Divine Realm. Such powerful strength, this power intoxicates me."

"Hahaha----"

At this moment, the Killer trapped in the Wizard Duel City by Locke all looked up at the sun-like radiance of the Iron Killer.

The Killer looked at this being, whom they had always wanted to become, with awe.

That powerful force generated by slaughtering others, destroying their sense of boundaries, placing one's own self-awareness above others, placing one's own sense of boundaries above the real world, and pushing one's perception of reality to the limit to influence and interfere with the outside world, is the Divine Realm.

The Witch Pulao, wearing high heels, snapped her fingers. A Dogtail Grass dangling from her lips, she stood close, observing the Iron Killer. "Interesting."

"It didn't just generate Sun-Ring Level Magic Pressure; it even produced a sufficiently powerful Pseudo-Forged Fruit Position. Did the Pseudo-Forging Lord behind this Duel Wizard City lend him his own Pseudo-Forged Fruit Position? Thinking about it carefully, it's true. This First Ring individual who completed the ritual has enough ability to accept the corresponding Fruit Position. As long as his Pseudo-Forged Fruit Position is shared with him, with the Eleventh Ring realm of the Pseudo-Forged Fruit Position and the Apprentice Realm, plus the Sun-Ring Level Magic Pressure, he can immediately form a true Moon-Ring Level existence."

The Witch Pulao realized something. "I can use Great Magic now."

"In the final stage of the ritual, can this wizarding city unleash Great Magic?"

Cherry Witch Cheli raised her hand, looking at the Saint Stephen's Ring Cherry in her palm. A smirk played on her lips. "Junior Sister, you're trying to win the sect competition this way; it's a bit cunning. But this kind of being is no match for me."

Just as the witch Cheli was about to head towards the location of the Iron Killer, she was speechless for a moment. This was because many more Iron Killer appeared around her, and at the same time, the wind and clouds changed. The Azure Cloud Duckweed gathered together and formed street after street. In other words, Locke manipulated the Azure Cloud Duckweed to form a maze.

The witch Cheli raised an eyebrow. "Is this never going to end? I haven't even settled the score with you for the fake wizard robes. Do you really think I can't solve this magical plant problem of yours?"

The Iron Killer said to the Witch Pulao, "Ms. Pulao, thank you. At this moment, I have finally completed my evolution."

My soul is no longer tormented by constant burning pain. Witch Pulao, I have no habit of showing mercy. But for you, as a token of my gratitude, I can spare your life. Lady Pulao, what do you require in return?

The Witch Pulao said, "You are my best reward. However, you seem uneasy if I don't ask for anything in return."

Then tell me your name.

The Iron Killer hesitated for a moment, then said, "My name is [Varian]."

Varian flew swiftly in one direction, and the next moment, all the Killer in that area were killed by steel bars. With a wave of Varian hand, countless metal fragments attacked the entire city. He listened to the screams echoing throughout the city and felt a sense of pleasure in his soul.

"Those Settler and submit to me may live."

Those who oppose me shall die.

"All Killer must die."

He walked towards the group of Killer in front of him, Killer were clearly acquaintances of his, one of Killer was wearing a penguin hat.

He looked at Varian and said, "Varian, we've fought before. You spared my life then. Now that you've become the being we've dreamed of for a thousand years, please spare us, and we'll submit to you."

Varian raised his hand, and the Killer's eyes widened as he collapsed into a pool of blood.

The Killer standing nearby all looked at Varian with incomprehensible expressions.

They couldn't understand why those at the very top of the Killer, who had already killed enough people and had no reason to harm the Settler, yet insisted on ruthlessly killing them— those Killer would also die.

It was as if they wanted to wipe out all the Killer.

He left the entire world with only him as the Killer, while everyone else was a weak and vulnerable Settler.

Locke stepped out from behind Varian, his hands behind his back. "Can't you understand? It's actually quite easy to understand. It's related to the fundamental nature of this world and its past history. The Pseudo-Forging Lord of this world, in order to become Sun-Ring, used fragments of the Black Sun Tower's ritual to set up Ritual Magic here, creating a Pseudo-Forged Fruit Position [the Strongest] here."

"Therefore, he needs you Killer to keep killing here. You kill each other, destroy each other's sense of boundaries, and place your own rights above natural reality and the human rights of others, all to prove that you are the the Strongest. In battle after battle, you follow the magic of this Pseudo-Forging Lord, summoning the Fruit Position here. Thus, the Fruit Position called the the Strongest of This World descended upon Varian."

"And that Fruit Position, [the the Strongest], essentially belongs to that Pseudo-Forging Lord. Although I don't know what state he's in."

He was present in the state of affairs, but clearly, he didn't appear in the final step, the harvesting step. This means that his control over this world has weakened. Indeed, only his shattered Constancy remains here.

"And you are merely the inheritor of this Fruit Position. You are even subject to his deliberate design, lacking any distinction between levels, so you will be influenced by his Constancy. And his very nature is—the kind of person who enjoys sabotaging others' Pseudo Forging and ruining their future."

"Therefore, this Iron Killer will kill you. In his eyes, you Killer are those who are qualified to compete with him for the Pseudo-Forged Fruit Position, while for those who are not capable of competing for the Pseudo-Forged Fruit Position, he only demands submission."

Locke paused, having originally planned to wait for the Pseudo-Forging Lord to reveal himself due to the ritual.

However, at least now an instrument from the Black Sun Tower has appeared.

Locke did some calculations and discovered that by using that thing, he could at least reopen the Ritual Gate and send Wizard Mike back to the shallow space of the Venom Great World.

This world is too big; one trip wouldn't be enough to eat it all, and I couldn't eat it all by myself.

Perhaps the method of entry could be sold to Golden Crown Mountain and the sect.

Varian, the Iron Killer, turned to Locke and said in a low voice, "Everything I've done is based on my own judgment."

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Locke said, "Constancy wasn't just about distorting your will. Besides, you yourself accepted this false Pseudo-Forged Fruit Position Pseudo-Forged Fruit Position; your actions are already bound by it. And you were able to summon it using Ritual Magic, which itself..."

This means you possess some quality similar to that Fruit Position. Therefore, it is both you who influence that Fruit Position and that Fruit Position that influences you.

"If you come from the very bottom, then you will have a complete apprenticeship, First Ring, Null Forging, and Void Forging. Even without your own Fruit Position -Pseudo Forging, you can still continuously deepen your influence on this Fruit Position - Pseudo Forging Pseudo Forging it into your own shape. But then again, how could a wizard who can walk through each stage on their own and perfect it possibly care about something like Fruit Position -Pseudo Forging for long?"

The wizard Varian was somewhat annoyed. "Watch your words. I am already the the Strongest Killer, having reached the Divine Realm. I am now terrifyingly powerful. And you shouldn't use a set of twisted logic to slander my strength. Now, I can do anything in this world. I am the the Strongest."

Locke stood with his hands behind his back. Now it seemed that everything in the Wizard Duel City was prepared by that Pseudo-Forging Lord for his own rise to become Sun-Ring Wizard, including using this the Strongest of This World Pseudo-Forged Fruit Position in the world.

The Strongest Fruit Position should exist in every world.

Yes, this Iron Killer has only summoned a fragment of the the Strongest Fruit Position, meaning the the Strongest is ranked number one in a certain field.

If there are enough such Fruit Position, then this Summoning Fruit Position can be made.

Therefore, the Pseudo-Forging Lord was not the creator of this Fruit Position, but merely the earliest summoner and the one who attempted to fully master it.

Locke fell into deep thought. The Strongest Fruit Position in a Greater World was indeed incomparable to the Pseudo-Forged Fruit Position in an ordinary world, and might even far surpass all the Pseudo-Forged Fruit Position he had ever seen. However, this was at most Pseudo Forging. Was the other party trying to become Sun-Ring Wizard in this way?

But isn't the Sun-Ring Wizard True Forging?

Locke recalled the Pseudo Forging Forged Destruction he encountered when he was Witch of the End; that was also Sun-Ring Level Magic Pressure.

Does this mean that the Sun-Ring is still at the level of Pseudo Forging?

Yes, the entire Second Ring is an infinite realm. Most civilizations in the Infinite Void are in the Second Ring state. The Second Ring level alone is enough to continuously acquire new forms. The so-called Magic Pressure is ultimately just a form, and the so-called world is at most Pseudo Forging.

If a civilization believes that the entire Second Ring constitutes a complete system of nothingness, illusion, falsehood, and truth, then it is naturally impossible to break away from the Second Ring.

It's likely that many Sun-Ring Wizard have already mistaken the more complex Pseudo Forging for True Forging.

Locke recalled the Sun-Ring Wizard he had encountered, the Moon-Ring Wizard' descriptions of the Sun-Ring, and the descriptions in various ancient texts he had come across.

The pursuit of immortality and indestructibility is fundamentally the pursuit of Pseudo Forging, not True Forging. If the Sun-Ring is a more complex form of Pseudo Forging, then it makes sense.

"Pseudo Forging uses complexity to combat decay."

"Therefore, the so-called Unchanging Gold is questionable."

Locke found that when he pondered the difference between Pseudo Forging and True Forging, his Light of Mind was rapidly depleting.

This means that you've already grasped the basics.

Questioning is a sign of entry, because only those who have the opportunity to understand are likely to have the energy to question.

Before that, I was just watching the show.

For example, I had never understood the True Nature of the Sun-Ring, or what the Golden Nature and True Forging actually meant.

The ancients certainly knew how to joke.

The difference between Pseudo Forging and True Forging is truly vast.

Was this because they feared it was too far removed from their own reality, so they used a convenient method, readily employing a metaphor, to call the Sun-Ring "True Forging"?

After all, if one is only seeking wealth, a better life, and to become richer, more powerful, and more influential, then one should seek the false, not the Truth-Seeking.

Locke thought of the Moon-Ring Wizard [Morgan Bridge] he had encountered before. He was even hesitant to tell him the truth, partly because even if he did, the wizard wouldn't understand and might even think he had misunderstood, since he was inferior to him in terms of seniority and Mana.

The second reason is that saying it would be of no benefit to him anyway.

Writing something like this into a spellbook is completely different from telling a Moon-Ring Wizard directly that what you're pursuing is an illusion, something that doesn't exist.

Locke gave a wry smile. The sages of the Wizarding World were truly amusing; they first led them to Truth-Seeking, only to deceive them on the First Ring.

Then, they were fooled again at the Sun-Ring level.

They've made them believe they're very close to the truth.

It's still so far away, so far that you can't even see the shadow of True Forging.

Of course, if a Sun-Ring Wizard wants to call their Great Magic "True Forging Great Magic," that's fine too. In the Wizarding World, since it was designed by the ancients, it's not wrong to call it that.

Locke suddenly realized the key to the Sun-Ring: the complexity of the Pseudo Forging reached a certain level, resulting in a kind of immortality.

Therefore, it is necessary to use increasingly advanced Pseudo Forging.

Therefore, for me, repeated Pseudo Forging is a very advantageous thing.

Repeatedly creating Pseudo Forging allows one to quickly grasp how to achieve such a complex structure in a Pseudo Forging, thus becoming a proficient forging expert more quickly.

Sun-Ring Wizard.

However, Locke felt that repeatedly creating Pseudo Forging seemed to point to some deeper realm, but his current level was not enough to fully comprehend what it was.

The Iron Killer glared at Locke. "I understand. You haven't submitted to me yet."

"Even after I have become the final victor, the the Strongest victor here, you still harbor resentment towards me. You feel that your thoughts are more important than mine, that you are stronger than me, and that you can defeat me, which is why you dare to say such things in front of my pool."

Locke saw that the Killer had been nearby had already fled some distance.

Meanwhile, the Iron Killer Rick raised his left hand and twisted it forcefully, causing the streets to twist and the magical buildings to intertwine, trapping all the Killer inside.

"This bend exists, and no matter how powerful you were before, I must tell you. If you go against my will, then whatever you do will not succeed."

"Only if you satisfy me will you have a chance to succeed in what you want to do."

Locke looked at him with pity.

The Iron- Killer was filled with rage. "Why did you look at me like that? I have become the victor of this world. I have reached the pinnacle. I stand above all of you."

The Iron Killer swung at Locke, and instantly the Asians on the ground surged toward Locke, while the surrounding Asian buildings also pressed in toward Locke.

It was as if he had bent the entire city in half, causing part of it to be compressed together and turn into an iron ball.

The Iron- Killer laughed heartily. "This is the power of God."

"I feel like I could sink this city with a single blow right now."

"Hahaha----"

Locke emerged from beneath the iron ball he had crushed, looking at him with pity. "I really have nothing to say to a dying man."

"This iron-riding Killer, and the witch you're working with—"

Locke glanced at his wizard robes. "She clearly didn't realize how bad your soul state was."

"I didn't realize you were a dying man."

"A dying man possesses the the Strongest form in this city."

This statement is correct, because among the three ring-wielding wizards in this city, including himself, none possessed a higher level of power than this person, as he did possess the Magic Pressure of Sun-Ring Level wizard.

Locke looked at him with pity. "Mr. Killer, you've taken the wrong path. But I won't interfere with your choice; it's out of respect for your dignity, giving you the freedom to choose."

The Iron Killer was furious. "What free choice? I am now the the Strongest being in this city, so everyone must live according to my will. There is no freedom here. Watch me kill you."

The Witch Pulao, observing from afar, touched her finger at Zhou. "A dying man? I didn't realize. I used my Prototype Wizard Robe to test his soul structure, forcibly helping him accept that Pseudo Forging fruit bend, allowing him to control a more powerful form. According to my theoretical design, there are no problems."

"Furthermore, my Prototype Wizard Robe is woven from the pear peel fibers of Angela Soul Pear Fruit, which allows the wearer to exert their own Magic Pressure, artificially increasing their Magic Pressure utilization rate to enhance the overall strength of a wizard. This was originally intended for proper wizards, but by accident, this function of increasing Magic Pressure utilization rate has become exactly the ability that Varian needs most right now. With the help of my wizard robe, I feel that even my senior sister might not be his match."

"No, he's probably no match for him. This is a powerful, Sun-Ring Level Magic Pressure enhanced by Pseudo Forging fruit."

"I don't understand what you're saying."

The Witch Pulao Prou, having not fully considered some situations, repeatedly deduced and confirmed that her Prototype Wizard Robe design was sound. "Although this Killer is indeed insane, at least he can be used as a super soldier."

"According to my calculations, even a Great Wizard of the Curved Ring would be unable to directly confront this God -Killer of this evaluation."

At this moment, the Iron- Killer leaped up in anger, waving his hand forward, and countless Iron-Riding Machines attacked Locke. "Compared to me, who possesses the ability to manipulate Iron-Riding Machines, your ability to control sub-elements, gained through that demonic plant, is utterly insignificant and not worth mentioning."

Varian looked down at Locke, only to see Locke's eyes still filled with pity. "Why do you still look at me like that?"

On Mount Amaran, in the Saffron Peach Orchard, Locke's true form walked through his laboratory. He passed the Mind Path Wizard Array. Dingx Mario said to Locke, "Team leader, this is the situation. It's a dead end. My previous judgment and Mr. Wuyang's judgment were wrong. Enhancing one's Subconscious Reality doesn't actually increase the sense of boundaries quickly enough to improve the speed of Magic Pressure enhancement."

"Although I don't know why."

Locke walked to the center of the Wizard Array. "The most tragic thing in this world is getting deeper and deeper into your own Subconscious Reality. It's normal that you're not sensitive to this; the two witches I encountered in the Duel City didn't seem to notice anything unusual either."

"The four stages— First Ring, Apprentice, Mortal, and Heroic Ring —each have different aspects that maintain a wizard's consistent perspective. They may seem similar, but they are entirely different. Mortals use labels to understand the world and are unable to imitate others. They use a label and paradigm to fit their observations, and once they label an object, they stop thinking."

"The apprenticeship stage is when one finally learns to imitate those more skilled than oneself, but it's easy to fall into the trap of learning without thinking, or..."

"To think without learning is perilous."

"At the First-Ring Stage, one truly begins to master how to learn. At this time, the sense of boundaries constantly strengthens a person's secondary knowledge, solidifying their personality and prompting them to seek power within themselves. While Constancy is on par with the world in terms of level, it is less complex. Becoming First Ring wizard can be considered equivalent to becoming a fully grown adult. Many beings possessing great power merely grow in strength and age superficially; they are not actually First Ring beings. They appear to be adults, but have never truly lived as adults."

Within the research group, both the Heroic Ring wizards and the Void-Forging Wizard were completely bewildered, especially by the content related to the Pseudo Forging stage.

Locke said, "The world is made up of Pseudo Forging."

"Many Pseudo Forging combine together, Pseudo-Forging Lord can learn about the East through Constancy communication within the Pseudo Forging. Of course, people at other stages can also learn about the East within numerous Pseudo Forging. Learning from natural reality is the fastest and best, but if Wisdom is insufficient and the Light of Mind is not enough, then this is impossible. Therefore, in most cases, learning is done from different Constancy."

Locke's eyes were filled with anger.

Planknia understood Locke's personality, so she stepped forward and asked, "Teacher, why are you so angry? What has angered you?"

Locke's Magic Pressure kept rising. "It's the Pseudo-Forging Lord behind the Venom Great World who angered me. The purpose of the Pseudo Forging is to nurture all life, to provide convenience for people, to open the door of convenience, so that those who are not of a high enough level can also embark on the path of Truth-Seeking. Not to use its Pseudo Forging to suppress the level of all Wisdom life within it, to prohibit them from improving their level, or even to exploit and oppress them. Although whether it's to nurture all life, to allow everyone within the Pseudo Forging to 'improve' their level..."

Whether it's to benefit one's own rank or to suppress and exploit them, these are all things that the Pseudo-Forging Lord can do.

"But----"

Behind Locke's head, behind the earrings of punishment, appeared Pseudo Forging Analysis and Revolution.

I despise Duel City.

"I finally understand why I have a desire to destroy that world. I have also seen the truth about that world."

At this moment, in this assessment, the falsehoods of that past life can no longer obscure my vision.

Everyone immediately looked at the Illusion Screen that Locke had opened in mid-air in the laboratory.

Within the Venom Great World, two amethyst Divine Mountain descended, and amethyst staircases appeared one after another. After being knocked away by Locke, Iron Killer turned to look at the Divine Stairway behind him and burst into laughter. This was the Divine Gate he had pursued his entire life and dreamed of. If he could enter it, he could become a god!

Locke said to Mike, "Mr. Mike, you should leave through that door."

Upon hearing this, the Iron Killer turned and glared angrily at Locke. "What are you saying? That door was something I obtained after killing over 30,000 Killer and proving myself the Strongest. How could you let some trash go up there?"

The countless Ya's behind the Iron Killer attacked Locke, but every single Ya's was blocked by the Black Ya Holy Peach Tree.

He angrily punched Locke, the Magic Pressure barrier of his wizard robes deflecting all of Locke's Magic Pressure attacks.

In the next scene, the Black Abyss Holy Peach Tree on Locke's left shoulder suddenly Accelerated Growth, then its branches converged and restrained his arm. The Iron Killer screamed, "Why?"

Varian retorted, unwilling to accept defeat, "I have already reached the Divine Gate. I have toiled my entire life; is this not my the Strongest moment?"

Locke looked at him with pity, then said with exasperation, "Crushing other people's boundaries, destroying their personalities, suppressing their expression, killing others, making everyone a dog in your eyes—does that really make you stronger?"

"Fool, take a good look at your own Permanent Defense Field."

Locke grabbed him by the throat.

At this moment, the being with immense Magic Pressure stared wide-eyed, seemingly unable to believe that after becoming stronger, he was actually grabbed by the throat by Locke.

The Magic Pressure barrier between Locke's Black Holy Peach Tree Wizard Robe and the Prototype Wizard Robe on his body kept clashing.

The two wizard robes were essentially going head-to-head, competing in terms of strength.

What moved the Witch Pulao and Cheli, was that Locke's wizard robes did not yield at all; they looked exactly like genuine wizard robes.

The Witch Pulao narrowed her eyes. "The Sun-Ring Level Magic Pressure didn't unleash its full power. Why is that? My wizard's robes can't be the problem. The problem lies with Varian. But he should have First-Ring Realm. Wait a minute."

"I don't think I've studied this strong First-Ring Realm in detail."

On the other side, Locke grabbed the Iron Killer by the throat and lifted him into the air. His palm touched the Iron Killer's body, and in an instant, all the countless iron pieces floating behind the Iron Killer fell down like rain.

Locke has already verified the true nature of this world through his Analytical Experiment, revealing the sinister face of the Pseudo-Forging Lord.

Locke looked at him with pity because he knew that under the will of the Pseudo-Forging Lord, this man's personal will had been submerged. He was powerless to control himself. The Pseudo Forging, which was supposed to nurture all things, was now being used to target and exploit the beings within it. Even if he were a mere First Ring in the chain, or even a mere Void Forging, he would likely be suppressed for life, suffering extreme resentment.

Pseudo Forging should never be used for this kind of thing.

The Pseudo Forging should embody the ideal of benefiting all people.

This person was also caught in a situation beyond his control, unaware of his own destiny, and believed that everything was proceeding according to his wishes.

Varian the Iron Killer sensed that his Permanent Defense Field had been breached; his ability to manipulate steel originated from this field.

Locke said, "Your manipulation of the Iron Manipulation Magic is essentially an expression of Permanent Defense Field. And that Permanent Defense Field is an expression of your sense of boundaries. But look, besides obtaining a large number of forms, you also have this wizard's robe helping you utilize those forms."

Beyond that, your ability to manipulate others has decreased. This indicates that your sense of boundaries has actually been compromised.

The Iron Killer's eyes widened. "But—"

"I'm clearly forcing myself to accept the Subconscious Reality in my mind; I'm strengthening my sense of boundaries. My power to reject the real world and other people's souls should be increasing."

Locke countered, "Boundary sense is indeed a major research topic in the First Ring region. However, it's merely a relatively peripheral characteristic of this realm. Wizards approach their research from this angle because it's convenient. But think about it carefully: boundary sense isn't just a person's soul's resistance to other souls and the world."

This statement itself is misleading.

"Approaching the research from this angle will never lead to true Heroic Ring, or it will cause the body and soul to collapse the instant one becomes Heroic Ring, bringing immense disaster to one's physique. Before changing the world, one should at least be a true adult, right?"

Locke said, "What you call Subconscious Reality is your way of understanding the world. By constantly reinforcing this Subconscious Reality, you are strengthening your ego's power to reject all things and other souls. In a certain process, this can indeed enhance your sense of boundaries, that is, strengthen your First-Ring Realm. But this path is wrong. The end result is that your sense of boundaries will completely collapse."

"Boundaries arise from your correct secondary knowledge of yourself. As your secondary knowledge of all things and all existence continuously increases, your secondary knowledge of yourself naturally rises as well. In other words, in the current Wizarding World, we allow our Mental Power to generate substantial meaning by constantly understanding and studying the objective world."

"It enhances the sense of boundaries."

"But you Killer distort the objective environment by amplifying your Subconscious Reality. In the First Ring, this is your path, and you can achieve results faster than our methods. However, this approach begins to fail in the middle stages because objective reality is spontaneously distorted within your three bodies. You become unable to perceive what objective reality is, and you develop a habit of forcing natural reality to conform to your will by subjugating the personalities and souls of others. This leads to your complete inability to accurately perceive yourself and the world."

"The result is that as you kill over 30,000 Killer, your sense of boundaries, that is, your First-Ring Realm, completely collapses."

Locke, gripping the Iron Killer by the neck, looked at him and said, "My experiment has verified this result."

"You've reached your current level not because this method of strengthening yourself through killing is feasible, but because of your superior talent. If you were my student, how could you have struggled so hard to become Heroic Ring, and even failed? You even have the potential to become Void-Forging Wizard. Yet, you've used this foolish way of enhancing your ego and your Subconscious Reality, this way of rejecting others and the world, to deeply immerse yourself in your own illusory world."

"Killer. This isn't your fault. This is truly the world's fault."

Iron Killer gripped Locke's hands, his eyes bloodshot. He couldn't accept Locke's words. "Let me go! Let me go! You owe me. Yes, it's quite normal for Killer to bully each other to achieve victory."

Locke released him. "I am the Pseudo-Forging Lord, I lie about my interest in the truth."

"I have absolutely no interest in killing you or defeating you; I only care whether it's necessary."

"The Killer."

"This is indeed the world's fault, not yours. The world is full of the will of that Pseudo-Forging Lord."

He mistakenly believed that the power of the First-Ring Realm came from rejecting others and all things, and he misunderstood the concept of boundaries. His mistake continued in you, and then you inherited and carried it forward. Thus, the error continued indefinitely.

"However, this mistake led to the world's flavor becoming what it is today."

Innate Magic Eye appeared on Locke's forehead, and the Pseudo Forging Analysis and Revolution appeared as a star in the sky above this world. "However, I truly believe that neither the Pseudo Forging nor the world can help people better Truth-Seeking," he said.

Locke was completely unconcerned that his Constancy was colliding with Constancy of the other party.

Sparks of magic electricity swirled around Locke and the world.

This ritual is also the best time to reveal the other party's true colors.

The ritual is considered complete only when the Killer enters the Divine Gate. The Strongest powerful element, is then integrated into the main body of the ritual.

At this moment, the world is still protected by the residual Constancy of the opponent's near -Sun-Ring Level Pseudo Forging.

But this ritual can both enhance that transformation and become a weakness of that transformation and of this world.

Locke looked at the Iron Killer, and through him, he would deal with the remaining Constancy of this world.

The Iron-Riding Killer clutched his head and said, "I don't believe it! They all owe me! I don't believe it! You and I are nothing!"

Locke suddenly used the Black Abyss Holy Peach Tree to control the Magic Pressure Abyss, grabbed him, and then moved quickly to the front of Klee and the other trial inhabitants.

Klee's eyes widened. "Sir Traveler, what are you going to do?"

Locke didn't answer Klee's question, but instead threw the Iron Killer away.

As soon Klee the Iron Killer stood up, the alien storm he controlled attacked Locke and Klee, intending to kill Locke and all the other inhabitants in front of the pool, in order to erase the truth he needed to know about the pool.

Locke placed his palm on Klee's body, channeling his Magic Pressure into her. "If your path is truly correct, then why can't you even overcome the sense of boundaries of a mere girl?"

Klee blinked.

Locke lowered his head and whispered beside her, "Klee, don't worry, I've observed you. You have the strongest Permanent Defense Field of any person I've seen in this Duel City."

"I think you gradually came to know your limits and strengthened your power through countless meditations. This is reflected in your life; you always take good care of yourself. Klee, trust me completely. I will let you defeat this the Strongest Killer. With the power of the weakest person."

A Magic Pressure barrier appeared around Klee as Locke channeled his own Magic Pressure into Klee body, and Klee...

Cizhen nodded, and in the next moment, the Magic Pressure barrier around her collided with the sub-attribute storm domain of the Iron Killer.

One was a ten-year-old girl Settler, and the other was a top Killer Killer more than 30,000 people.

The clash between the two's Permanent Defense Field should have been a foregone conclusion.

The reality is indeed without suspense.

In an instant, the Metal Storm Domain of the Iron Killer was torn apart by Klee's Magic Pressure barrier, like an egg hitting a stone.

The Iron Killer's pupils suddenly contracted. In that instant, he believed Locke's words. "Thirty thousand Killer, with each kill, my power increases, my soul strengthens. Crushing others' personalities, destroying their pride, witnessing their ugliness, confirming my own strength. With each person I utterly destroy, I grow stronger. Is this fantasy wrong?"

"Am I destroying my own First-Ring Realm?"

"No."

"What kind of world is this?"

Iron Killer vanished within Klee's Magic Pressure barrier, and as his beliefs crumbled, the entire sky became hazy, constantly flashing with lightning.

Locke sensed that the last remaining power concealing the true purpose of the world was being shaken at this moment.

Lack of self-confidence is one way to undermine Constancy.

The lack of confidence among those Killer on iron, in turn, affected the Pseudo-Forging Lord.

Locke's eyes hardened. He took a step forward, slightly moving away from Klee, Klee looked up at Locke. Locke then seized the opportunity, and the curved object Locke was holding suddenly creased. He abruptly lifted it open. "I can finally see the true essence of this world."

With a sudden exertion, the spatial ripples were lifted like a curtain.

The area surrounding Wizard City, which appeared to be an endless, dark void, revealed the true world beneath. The entire world was a sea of fire, and below Wizard City, a gigantic monster covered in volcanic scars was tilting its head back and opening its mouth, waiting for the Duel City to fall so it could swallow it whole.

The void region is merely a disguise.

This world is already in the midst of its World's End, and has summoned the aura of Hell; the entire world is on the verge of being swallowed by Hell.

A colossal red demon sat atop a massive Flame Throne in the distance, a Flame Greatsword resting on his lap. He sat Throne, his icy gaze sweeping over the more than three thousand Wizard Duel City.

Between the Wizard Duel City stood a Rose- like Apple Tree, seemingly an ancient Life Ancient Tree, its branches spreading across this Hell land, supporting the more than three thousand Wizard Duel City and creating a haven for the world.

It's considered a safe area.

Klee saw this, her pupils suddenly contracted.

She never imagined that the true nature of the world she had lived her whole life was this silkworm.

It turns out that no matter how well you take care of yourself, you can't change the fact that the world is in a terrible state.

No matter how beautiful the reclaimed landscape within the landfill may be, it is always on the verge of destruction.

They are still alive, and their ears are entirely supported by this branch that holds up every city Wizard Duel City.

Locke raised his hand, and an apple fell into it. "Without any cover, only some of the Apple Tree's fruit fell? Hmm, in my opinion, this apple itself is a very high-level Sharp-Ring Magic Plant, so there's soil accumulated in many places on the branches, meaning it's a large Apple Tree with countless Apple Genus magical plants living on its branches. These Duel City, in the eyes of this fruit tree, nothing more than the Apple Genus magical plants living on it."

"This is great. With this, we can explain to the teacher." Locke picked up the apple. "Furthermore, the Ring Wizard stage requires competing for more Representative Species, and any cultivation method cannot function without excellent magical plants, whether it's grafting or Plant Factor bank. It seems we can acquire more of the Companion Magic Plant from this Apple Tree. As for this particular magical plant..."

Locke looked up at the magical plant.

I can't eat that much right now.