Regarding the concept of "Dark Multiverse", Ian was first exposed to it through reading some science fiction comics in the past life memory called "Origin Earth". In those fictional descriptions, it is defined as a set of endless timelines, and each development trajectory leads to collapse and destruction.
If the normal Multiverse follows a certain law similar to the balance of yin and yang - good and evil, hope and despair coexist and are in a dynamic game; then Dark Multiverse is the completely rotten wound in Law of Causality.
There, any correct choice will not bring good results, and all efforts will eventually lead to pain, death and eternal destruction.
It is precisely because of this extremely negative environment that the most powerful, cruel and inhumane terrorist entities are often dormant in the depths of these Shadow Dimension.
For normal life, it is the most dangerous and taboo place in the entire universe that should not be touched.
"I really never imagined that the almost absurd concept of the 'Dark Multiverse' could exist on the real scale of the void," Morgana's voice sounded in Lin An's sea of consciousness. Since the two of them shared senses, her small purple eyes were shining with an almost crazy enthusiasm for scientific research.
She couldn't restrain her inner excitement at all, and thought hurriedly, "Master, can you imagine? If we can systematically dissect and study this field, what kind of leap will Empire's theoretical attainments in multiverses make? That will produce countless top-level theories that can rewrite Truth Repository's theory. The article! Involves the collapse model of high-dimensional space and time, the mutual conversion of negative energy and matter, the underlying logic of darkness and Dark Magic, the impact of negative emotions on the frequency of the soul, and even... we can deeply touch on the most profound research on 'Negative Karma' in Law of Causality."
These topics are just the tip of the iceberg. Morgana knows very well that for Arcanist who is determined to conquer Truth, an experimental field composed entirely of negative laws is even more valuable than dozens of normal Ninth-Tier Plane.
"Master, I have to sincerely sigh that your recent luck is indeed ridiculously good," House-elf gave a playful thumbs up to Sea of Consciousness.
"Indeed, it's a little too good," Ian responded lightly, with a profound analysis of fate in his eyes.
Looking back on the journey along the way, Ian knew that his luck was indeed extremely amazing. As early as when he was just a Third Tier mage, he coincidentally discovered a crack in Rowena's timeline leading to Void left by Magekind during its evacuation.
It was with this "cheating device" that he was able to cross the level gap and start the feat of Omniverse travel in advance. Otherwise, according to the normal path of civilization evolution, he would have to wait at least until he broke through the Tenth Tier level before he could have access to this level of knowledge.
According to the multiple causal simulations run by Morgana, if it were not for that unexpected discovery, Ian's research path could only allow him to discover other planes and escape from the single world where Harry Potter is located, but it would be impossible to cross the entire Astral Realm to other completely different universe systems.
Although acquiring knowledge from other planes can also accelerate the development of the Empire, it is completely different from the current predatory growth across universes and law systems.
As for why luck can still continue to rise without any blessing from "Felix Felicis"? Ian speculates that this is probably the work of Klonai.
This Cosmic Will, who is eager to see the rise of the Empire and use it to fight against Ancient Gods and foreign enemies, is obviously secretly using his authority to bless Arcane Empire with extremely great luck.
This kind of intervention not only led to the birth of talented talents in the Empire, but also allowed Ian to always accidentally encounter a "shortcut" to Truth every time he fell into Extremis or faced a difficult decision.
"In this case, we need to maintain a good cooperative relationship with her," Morgana nodded, and Ian also agreed.
"Let's go see this so-called Dark Multiverse with our own eyes," Ian recited the spell in a low voice and cast the high-level "Astral Projection)".
In arcane theory, this kind of projection is usually divided into two modes: the first is pure soul separation, which requires the caster to reach at least the Sixth Tier position. At this time, the soul has been completely solidified and can survive independently in the outside world for several months even if it is separated from the body.
What Ian chose this time is the second one - to use pure Soul Energy to reshape a temporary body and infuse part of the consciousness into it. The advantage of this method is that even if the projectile encounters force majeure destruction in another world, Ian's original body will not suffer any feedback damage. The only disadvantage is that the combat effectiveness of this body is minimal compared to the original body.
As a Blink Spatial Door with a strange light opened, Ian's projectile descended on the earth in this dark timeline.
As soon as he landed on the ground, Ian felt an almost suffocating sense of oppression. The air here was as heavy as lead, and with every breath, countless negative, distorted and extremely negative thoughts would involuntarily emerge in Sea of Consciousness.
That was not a magical attack, but the natural oppression of the soul caused by the real environment due to the complete corruption of the cause and effect of the entire timeline.
"The living environment here is simply disgusting," Morgana analyzed the environmental data. "Master, I have detected extremely serious nuclear radiation residue... This world seems to have experienced more than one global destruction."
Ian did not speak. He cast a spell named "Truth Guidance" casually, trying to find the intersection of the big Fate Node in this world. Then, his projectile entered the hidden state, and Teleportation reached the end point in the induction.
What appeared in front of him was an extremely hidden and crude underground shelter.
A group of survivors are huddled in a dark and damp corner. Their faces are withered and their eyes are empty. It is a kind of deathly silence that comes from complete despair about the future.
They chewed the unpalatable synthetic food silently like walking zombies. Even if they occasionally communicated, they only whispered a few words quickly at an imperceptible volume, as if speaking loudly would bring about some kind of disaster.
"Master, look over there," Morgana suddenly pointed to a corner in the shadows.
Ian followed his gaze and his pupils shrank involuntarily.
He saw a man with stubble on his face and cloudy eyes. The man was clutching a bottle of cheap strong vodka and pouring it down his throat like he was drinking boiled water.
That was Ron·Weasley. But at this time, his right arm had been completely broken, replaced by a rusty mechanical prosthesis Scabbers with extremely rough workmanship.
At this moment, the space in the basement was slightly distorted. A figure wearing a torn robe suddenly appeared Apparition in the center of the room.
The survivors, who had been silent for a moment, showed a look of horror. It was not until they saw the face of the visitor that they slumped to the ground in relief.
"Harry?" Ian couldn't help but read the other party's name silently in his heart.
The Harry Potter in front of him has long lost the luster of the Chosen One. Half of his face was completely disfigured due to severe burns, and large areas of scars were twisted together. The other half of his face was filled with vicissitudes of life and exhaustion.
"How's the situation?" Ron's voice was hoarse and dry, like two pieces of rusty metal rubbing together.
"There is no difference in the result," Harry responded, his voice sounded worse than Ron. Ian could sense that his vocal cords had suffered devastating magical trauma, which was probably some kind of burning for the soul.
Ron didn't speak. This result was obviously what he expected. He raised his head and drank the last sip of wine, then tremblingly took out a delicate locket from his arms. He slowly opened it, revealing the photo embedded in it - it was Hermione·Granger. In the photo, she smiled brightly and brightly.
"There is only the last one left," Ron stared at the photo, a heart-stopping determination flashed in his cloudy eyes, "As long as this last Horcrux is destroyed, we can completely kill that bastard. Then... I can go and accompany her."
Harry looked at his best friend quietly, trying his best to hide the complicated emotions deep in his eyes. As a person in Prophecy, his mission is to kill Vodka and save this broken world. But he knows better than anyone else that once revenge is completed, Ron's only motivation to survive will also disappear.
Deep down in his heart, he even humbly hoped that he would never find the last Horcrux, so that Ron might be able to accompany him for a while longer. But he knew that this was selfish, the world had already suffered too much, and Ron's reason was already on the verge of collapse under the torment of hatred. If revenge was delayed again, he could not imagine what crazy things his old friend would do.
"South America's group of wizards may have found some clues. I will visit them in a few days," Harry said in a low voice.
"I know," Ron returned to his indifferent and godless state.
Ian and Morgana watched this scene quietly. Morgana had quietly used soul fluctuations to read the shallow memories of these two people.
"Have you checked it out?"
"Yes, Master," Morgana's tone became a little heavier, "In that famous Battle of Hogwarts, Voldemort became the final winner. Neville·Long Barton failed Nagini was successfully killed, but the miracle of Harry's resurrection from the dead failed to happen. After that, Voldemort completely conquered Wizarding World and quickly enslaved the entire Muggles world."
"He launched a bloody ethnic cleansing, killing all the 'Mudblood' of Wizarding World and 40% of the Muggles in the world, and the remaining 60% became slaves who will never be able to stand up. And as you can see, in this timeline, Hermione·Granger had already died in that battle."
Ian let out a long sigh. It was hard for him to imagine how Harry and Ron struggled to support themselves in this dark underground ruins for so many years after losing everything and witnessing the collapse of civilization.
"So, am I included in this line?"
"In their memory fragments, they have never heard of your name," Morgana replied.
"It seems that I either died in the early stages of Voldemort's rise, or... this timeline is derived from the primary node of First Wizarding War where 'I' died in infancy," Ian calmly analyzed.
"Master, what are you going to do? Do you want to help them?"
Ian stared at the scar-covered back of Harry, and thought of Hermione who was studying Truth far away in the Empire's hometown. This strong contrast made Arcane Emperor feel a rare wave of emotion.
"According to my understanding of the fear deep in Voldemort's soul, after experiencing several assassination attempts, he will never let Nagini leave his sight again. But his instinctive fear of death will drive him to hide the last fragment of his soul in a place that he thinks is absolutely safe and full of vicious curses."
"Morgana, use Causal Tracing to locate the exact coordinates of Nagini. "Accidentally" reveal this location to them."