Wizard: I Can Refine Everything-Chapter 503 - 48 Heavenly Demon Descent

"This stingy old man is still as miserly as ever."

Garon the Great Wizard said with a laugh before pulling out a scroll from his pocket and handing it to Richard.

"This is the complete design blueprint for the small Floating City, along with the Academy’s research on the Star Realm Fortress. The Academy’s research on the Star Realm Fortress hasn’t been going very well over the years, so there’s only a little to show for it, make do with what you can see."

Richard was taken aback upon hearing this. After receiving the scroll, he asked, "I remember the Star Realm Fortress research, but this design blueprint for the small Floating City..."

"You are one of the creators of the small Floating City," Garon the Great Wizard said indifferently, "You should have a copy of the published design blueprints. It’s your right and a perk you deserve."

Fundamentally speaking, the small Floating City was actually an unselfish contribution Richard made to the Wizard World.

The Nightmare Power Furnace design was complete. Once Richard became a Great Wizard, he could make it himself.

When that time came, Richard would monopolize the entire share of the small Floating City.

However, Richard chose to release it, to lessen the losses to Wizard Civilization. This act was strongly advocated by the council.

Without exaggeration, once Richard became a Great Wizard, his example would be used as a model in propaganda.

So, a mere design blueprint was not only something Richard deserved to have by right. Even if it weren’t, if Richard were to ask, the council would have given him the blueprints nonetheless.

Richard nodded slightly and then asked, "Chancellor, the number of wizards I saw joining this expedition seems a bit small. Has the assembly not yet begun?"

"We could say it has not yet begun," Garon the Great Wizard replied, "The Galaxy Mayfly must have noticed our shortage of hands, so they have been extending their display, trying to use more low-level forces to catch us unawares and create gaps in our defense.

So the frontline has been a bit strained during this period.

We are the first batch of wizards, the vanguard. Your task now is to infiltrate behind enemy lines, gather intelligence, and wait for the main forces to arrive.

If possible, you would do well to support a Wild Beastmen faction. The council has finally lowered its stance towards the Alien Natives, and if the faction you support is deemed valuable, that contribution will also turn into a share for you."

Richard was a little surprised: "Even that can be turned into a share?"

"Of course," explained Garon the Great Wizard, "as long as you make a contribution to the wizard race, you will receive the blessing of Wizard Rules.

Conquering a world is a contribution, and supporting a Puppet State is also a contribution. It’s just that the latter is less than the former."

Hearing this, Richard suddenly realized why so many Great Wizards, even those not lacking in resources, were still willing to risk running at a loss or even perishing by embarking on interdimensional expeditions.

An interdimensional expedition was in itself a way to increase one’s strength.

"All right, I’ve told you what you need to know; the rest is up to you."

Garon the Great Wizard returned to the Command Room and, with a wave of his hand, the door slowly closed.

Even a Great Wizard needed to make many preparations before going into battle, the most significant of which was self-sealing. Ordinary "mortals" lower than a World Master and inanimate objects like Floating Cities would not evoke much reaction from the World Barrier under wizarding techniques when passing through it.

But if a Great Wizard tried to cross the World Barrier in full force, it would surely provoke a strong reaction.

By then, to say nothing of entering the world, the reactive backlash alone would be enough to give the Great Wizard a hard time. Thus, before entering a world, a Great Wizard needed to self-seal.

This was a very complex and lengthy process. The stronger the wizard, the longer the self-sealing would take.

For a Great Wizard like Garon, who was only a step away from the truth, it would take decades before he could perfectly self-seal.

Leaving the Command Tower, Richard put away the Balance Hand Wand. The World Master’s imposing aura from the wand had a significant effect on the other wizards.

Back in the day, when his power reached the limit of the Second Ring, Richard had been somewhat daunted under the presence of the Earth Hand, let alone other wizards.

Soon, the wizards boarded the vessel.

Since they were the vanguard, only Black Wizards were transported this time, and there were no small Floating Cities for escort.

The special circumstances weighed heavily on the hearts of the participating wizards. Without a direct battlefield to engage on, these Black Wizards infiltrating behind enemy lines were truly without support.

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But... so what?

If they didn’t die fighting the Galaxy Mayflies on the front line, they would have to participate in interdimensional expeditions to advance the power of Wizard Civilization.

The war horn had already echoed through this starry sky, and no wizard could escape it.

Under the manipulation of the wizards from the Tower of Truth, the massive Floating City passed through the grand Array and into the Star Realm.

Richard watched the exterior starry sky and let out a soft sigh.

With a thought, a message appeared before him.

[Remaining melting time: 251 days]

...

"Let’s pick up where we left off last time. Last time, we talked about how our ancestors fought a great battle against the Demon Lord amidst chaos. Our ancestral Lord wielded the Crystal Divine Weapon, clashing with the Demon Lord for three thousand years.

In the end, our ancestors prevailed, and the Demon Lord was defeated.

Scattered to the winds, the Demon Lord’s soul was extinguished, and its undying demon body was buried by our ancestral Lord in the Underworld. Our ancestral Lord, too, was injured by the Demon Lord and soon after departed this world, returning to the heavens.

Our tale this time begins with us, the Wild Beastmen, first setting foot on this land, and all the Holy Sects descended to the world..."

In Tianyang City, a storyteller clad in a loose robe looking rather thin was performing his usual routine in the main hall of a tavern.

This storyteller had lost count of how many times he had told the tale, one of an epic saga: from the descent of the ancients, to the battle against the Demon Lord, and then the arrival of the Holy Sects, that plunged the world into constant conflict.

However, the customers didn’t mind.

After all, no one charged an admission fee to listen to the storyteller, and it was quite nice to have a story to listen to while eating.

"...This old man was the founder of the Heavenly Mechanism Saint Sect—the Old Man of Heavenly Mechanism. You must have heard of the Heavenly Mechanism Saint Sect; its members are known for their clever and uncanny foresight, and the Sect Master is said to be able to decree life and death with a single word, never wrong.

Moreover, the people of this sect are so clever that they’re almost like spirits.

If any of you wander the Jianghu and happen upon a disciple of the Heavenly Mechanism Saint Sect, you’d better be careful not to inadvertently become a pawn and throw your life away..."

Upon hearing this, the clientele, who were from all corners of the north and south and unfamiliar with the tale, burst into laughter.

A bulky Jianghu Guest with scars all over his body chuckled, "Old man, you realize you’re on the Heavenly Mechanism Saint Sect’s turf, right? Spreading tales like this about the Sect, aren’t you afraid of becoming a snack for the sect’s disciples to nibble on over their drinks?"

As soon as the storyteller heard this, he perked up, his spirit peaking.

He replied, "You see, brave sir, you’re not aware, but this very script of mine has been heard by the current first senior brother of the Heavenly Mechanism Saint Sect, Zhuge Wulou.

After he listened, he said that what I am saying isn’t bad at all. So, who would come to give me any trouble? Don’t you agree?"

With this retort, the regulars in the hall also joined in the laughter.

"Look at you, Storyteller Li, you’ve found yourself another opportunity, haven’t you?"

These regulars had heard the tale countless times. Whenever there were new patrons who asked about it, Storyteller Li would seize the opportunity to recite it once again.

Over the years, the ears of the regulars had practically grown calluses.

Boom! Boom! Boom...

Suddenly, the majestic yet non-thunderous sound of a bell rang from outside the establishment, traveling through doors and windows, into the ears of many customers in the large hall.

At first, the patrons didn’t pay much attention. But when the bell tolled thrice, some among them began to look uneasy, and by the fifth, people could no longer stay seated, as panic set in and they started to rush outside. By the time it tolled the seventh time, the entire hall was devoid of people.

All were scrambling home in terror.

These bell tolls were the warning bells of the Heavenly Mechanism Saint Sect, and seven consecutive tolls signified that the sect was in danger of collapse.

In the upper floors of the restaurant, the affluent individuals in the private rooms had a grave look on their faces.

"Could it be that the other Saint Sects have united and declared war on the Heavenly Mechanism Saint Sect?"

Otherwise, what could possibly provoke the Heavenly Mechanism Saint Sect to ring the bell seven times?

...

Heavenly Mechanism Hall, main peak of the Heavenly Mechanism Saint Sect.

"This is the last will left by our Sect Master."

A young Wild Beastman, towering like an iron tower, handed over a blood-covered scroll to the various peak masters seated in the great hall with a sorrowful expression.

The Heavenly Mechanism Saint Sect had a total of nine peaks, including the Sect Master’s Heavenly Mechanism Peak and eight others.

Each of the eight peaks was home to a Grandmaster or Great Grandmaster.

Martial Arts Grandmasters had transcended the mundane, no longer bound by the lifespan of ten thousand years, and they were extraordinary figures. Above them lay the even more profound realm of Great Grandmasters.

Above Great Grandmasters were only seven Martial Saints—powerful beings who could move the heavens with a mere gesture, scattered across the entire Wilderness Land and the surrounding Grotto Heavens.

However, at this moment, these peerless beings who could influence celestial phenomena with a flick of their wrists all wore worried expressions.

"Let’s open it and see," proposed the master of Qian Feng Peak.

As the eldest among the eight peak masters, he was now the backbone of the entire Heavenly Mechanism Saint Sect.

The youth gingerly unfolded the blood scroll, and as it opened, the hearts of the many peak masters grew heavier.

The material of the blood scroll was rough, its edges uneven—it was clearly something hastily torn from a garment.

But the Sect Master of the Heavenly Mechanism Saint Sect was a Martial Saint, above whom lay the legendary Martial Ancestor who pioneered the path of Martial Arts.

Even in his old age, with his vitality and soul greatly diminished, he wouldn’t be in such a rush as to use scraps of his clothing as a medium for his will.

What did the Sect Master see?

Once the blood scroll was completely unfurled, it only bore four words.

"Heavenly Demon Descent."

...

Outside the world, above the vast Wilderness World, a Floating City dozens of kilometers in diameter hung like a sesame seed in the Star Realm.

Garon the Great Wizard stood outside the Floating City, and even though he was only a step away from becoming a Truth Wizard, he still felt pitifully small in the face of such a vast world.

By his side, Jimmy held up a Magic Barrier to Garon’s right side, while Richard, like Garon, resisted the corrosive ether of the Star Realm with his bare body.

"Prepare to enter."

Garon the Great Wizard casually tore open a Space Rift and drew out a Magic Wand that was lush and brimming with green vitality.

"Be careful. For the next few decades, you will be entirely on your own."