Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle...
Inside the Nightmare Furnace, the qualitatively transformed black magma bubbled, gurgling away. Outside the furnace, black flames continuously shifted through all manner of forms—at times like wailing faces, at times like savage devil claws. Black Isotta's hunched figure, having carried this enormous furnace year in and year out, remained silent. He sat quietly beside it, sensing the flow of rule energy within the Orbital Planet-Destroying Ship.
Beneath the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, the eyes within his sunken sockets were cloudy and unfathomably deep, as though he had fallen into some memory.
With the breakthrough in the Mystery of Life and Death, the first life as the Soul-Grafting Stigmata Grand Wizard and the second life as the Black Isotta Stigmata Grand Wizard, gathering the power of his current three lives, he had finally broken through the shackles of rules and attained a True Spirit body.
Yet after advancing to a True Spirit, the mottled chaos within his consciousness instead hindered Black Isotta from taking another step forward and attaining an eternal soul.
Without attaining the eternal soul of an eighth-rank True Spirit Wizard, so-called thickness of life was ultimately nothing more than constant consumption—a "temporary Sovereign" passively approaching the level of lowly creatures without end.
"The Mystery of Life and Death is profound and wondrous. Even my mentor cannot offer any further help. If anyone in this world can help me break through the boundary, it can only be the Black Witch King. Unfortunately, just as he said, I cannot provide the conditions he needs."
It had to be said that, after finding it difficult to advance even an inch in his breakthrough as an eighth-rank True Spirit Wizard, Black Isotta had chosen another path, seeking other means to strengthen his own combat power and