An Tuximo, the third disciple of the First-generation Wizard King!
The power of destruction lay in piercing through the vast river of time and space, feeding back a portion of the matter and energy that had been buried and destroyed within time. Yet the power of An Tuximo, the First-generation Wizard King's third disciple, went far beyond that.
"Though this spacetime location is crucial and concerns intelligence on the three Spring Ancestors, it is merely a medium-sized world. With the life intensity of an eighth-level True Spirit Wizard like myself, infiltration in the ordinary sense would be no different from burying one's ears while stealing a bell; this world simply cannot bear it. But I am far inferior to my mentor when it comes to freely sealing oneself away and integrating with the rules of the Memory World's Garment. I can only infiltrate using my own relatively clumsy method."
As he spoke, An Tuximo silently chanted a sorcery incantation, and a black rift slowly opened before him.
Utterly chaotic illusory power surged forth without end. Countless motley thoughts sprang out, while some tangled and gathered together, attempting to pass through the rift into reality. Yet when An Tuximo's hand, wearing a round ring etched with ancient patterns, reached through the rift, those thoughts became like a tangled coil of thread that was instantly combed straight. The chaos and mottled fragments vanished completely, leaving it as tranquil as the surface of a lake.
When An Tuximo withdrew his hand from the rift, he dragged out a black bat.
It had bright green eyes, short pale-gray fur, two tiny fangs, and a pair of watery eyes. Rather than looking ferocious, it appeared somewhat adorable.
The bat was only as large as An Tuximo's palm. It stared at him with its watery eyes,