Holy Empire.

In the magnificent palace, New Bal was chatting with Nachi (Xu Changsheng), the messenger of the gods, conducting research on Angel Magic together.

"The new Divine Trial!" Nachi suddenly shouted, "It's here, it's here again."

New Bal also became excited: "Is that enormous figure the legendary Creator God?"

They were not born during the last descent of the Creator God.

Now truly witnessing this scene, they finally felt the breathtaking fear and awe.

He hurried to the destination.

On the way, he encountered the Giant Dragon King.

Alexstrasza spread her colossal hundred-meter wings, casting shadows over the earth.

New Bal said, "Our world seems to be boiling in a stew, He keeps dropping Divine Objects like an Alchemy Cauldron."

Alexstrasza also started chatting with this adversary: "Every time ingredients are thrown in to make stew, if the thick broth suddenly spoils, then it's time to start a new pot."

New Bal analyzed, "An era is a pot of stew, if the stew spoils, the era is destroyed, then we start a new pot and restart the era?"

Nachi said, "It's like... experimenting with the formula for the thick broth!"

They gazed at that figure in the sky, feeling so insignificant at that moment.

Xu Changsheng racked his brains, unable to describe the scene; when he truly saw it, he felt his heart might leap out of his chest.

Perhaps their guesses were correct.

The truth of creation and destruction.

An era is a pot.

The Creator God is a chef, throwing in ingredients batch by batch.

If the stew is ruined, then the world ends.

Ultimately, what do these gods see us, these life forms, as?

In His dimension, are we utterly meaningless?

Setting aside these bewildering speculations, Xu Changsheng had only two words in his heart.

Awesome!

The Creator God is awesome!

Returning to their senses, they looked at the falling Divine Object in the sky, feeling their hearts about to leap out of their chests.

"Humph, this time the Divine Object is mine!" Alexstrasza quickly chased after the falling Divine Object.

New Bal also hurriedly approached, "The Divine Object is mine!"

Boom!

The kings of two eras clashed once more.

The Dragon Roar Magic unleashed a terrifying screech, Angels cast sacred magic, creating magical halos in the air.

In the sky, a tan Divine Object was falling, heading towards the Titan tribe.

Meanwhile, another half-transparent mysterious Divine Object floated in the air, gradually vanishing from sight.

Having no other choice, they began chasing the tan Divine Object, starting a fierce battle.

On the other side.

"Did Ultimate Wisdom run this way?" Liu Jun frowned slightly, both Angels and Dragons had lost track, only he continued the pursuit.

Wisdom is formless, without a physical structure, capable even of concealing itself within the soul of a mushroom.

This thing has its inherent concealment effect, and it's unclear who might have picked it up.

If it weren't for my ability to Vanish, I would've likely lost track by now.

"I wonder what kind of host it will choose?"

Liu Jun walked and stopped intermittently, starting to search this land meticulously, narrowing down the area.

...

Holy Empire.

Surya was a brave commander of the Angel Race, who once participated in the famous battle of Lily Plain for the Holy Empire.

That battle was also a massive defeat for their Angel Race.

He witnessed the Giant Dragon King Alexstrasza using the Dragon Roar Magic, blowing away their thousands and thousands of Angel troops in an instant.

Very unfortunate.

Surya was a wounded soldier in that battle.

His wings were broken, one of his legs crippled, needing a round-headed stick to act as a wooden leg from the knee down.

However, this was not the worst part.

When he returned to his hometown, he found it had been reduced to ruins.

As the City Lord of this city, he discovered it had been destroyed by dragons, their terrifying breath obliterating all buildings, and his wife had also perished in that battle.

His daughter was nowhere to be found.

It was at this time that both Empires had ceased fighting, and he used his connections in the army to inquire about his daughter's whereabouts.

Someone told him:

"She, along with over thirty girls, has been imprisoned by an evil dragon in a castle, forced to weave cloth and farm every day, serving the dragon."

"Every day, your daughter cries bitterly, unable to finish her chores every day."

Receiving news about his daughter, Surya was deeply pained.

He used gold coins to plea with traveling heroes and knights to slay the dragon for him:

"If you bring back my beautiful daughter, I will marry her to you and make you the ruler of this city."

Three years passed in the blink of an eye.

As the Old City Lord, he continually offered rewards, sending wave after wave of warriors to vanquish the dragon, though their outcomes were far from satisfactory.

The dragon was too powerful.

Surya could only pray earnestly and wish every day, hoping to rescue his only daughter.

Until one day, a meteor streaked across the sky.

His wish was granted.

"Brave City Lord, you should rely on yourself rather than others; you can slay the dragon yourself."

At that moment, a pot of flowers on the windowsill spoke.

"How can flowers speak?"

Surya felt fearful.

"Yes, I have heard your innermost call, so I responded to your request, our majesty."

Surya was astonished: "Not a majesty, I am merely a City Lord."

"No, you are my majesty."

The pot of flowers swayed its branches joyously in the sunlight:

"I came to life because of your hopes, endowed with Wisdom because you longed for assistance, choosing to follow you because of your dreams."

"Can you save my daughter?" Surya asked.

"No," the flowers on the balcony said, "You can defeat the evil dragon yourself with your courage and wisdom."

Surya declined: "It's impossible; I've lost my leg, my wings have vanished, my strength is depleted, and my spear broke during the war."

"Don't worry, I will help you defeat the evil dragon."

"You possess a great power beyond your own imagination. If you just think it, you can succeed."

"Use your heart to feel your wisdom."

Thus, in half disbelief, Surya embarked on his journey to defeat the evil dragon.

He donned his old armor, took his water bottle and long sword, and hobbled out of the city.

Walking from day until midnight.

At dusk, he lit a bonfire, leaning alone against a tree, feigning sleep.

He cautiously held a pot of flowers in his arms and gradually fell asleep.

Until midnight, he was suddenly awakened by the cries of beasts.

It was a group of small carnivorous dinosaurs. If he were in his prime, he would have feared them not and might have even hunted them for their dragon heads to boast to his army as a trophy.

But now it was impossible.

"Am I going to die?" he suddenly said.

At that moment, the tree he was leaning against suddenly grew a human face: "Good evening, Your Majesty, I will fight for you and drive away these brutal beasts."

With those words, tree roots on the ground around him uprooted.

Rumble!

The carnivorous dinosaurs were all bound.

"Quickly now, my strength won't hold for long."

Coming back to his senses, Surya quickly drew his weapon and stabbed the dinosaurs one by one to death.

Afterward, he lay on the ground, panting heavily.

At this moment, the tree behind him said:

"My power is about to dissipate. Please break off the seventh branch on my left as your wooden leg, so your movements will be more agile."

Feeling the tree that helped him dying, Surya was very sad.

"Don't be sad, you leaning on my tree trunk brought me to life because of your will, and I should die for you."

"You are the most beloved king in the world; what you think can change the world."

"Cut down my branch, carry on with my power, and continue your journey."

At dawn, Surya set out on his journey again.

With each step, his strength grew.

Birds in the sky guided his direction.

Thorns on the ground automatically parted to create a path.

As long as he willed it, he could achieve it.

When he reached his destination, a long dragon of various small life forms that followed him had gathered on the ground.

They stopped on the road leading to the castle and began to strategize.

"The evil dragon lives in the castle. He practices Light Magic, so we should attack at night when there is no light to reduce his power."

"But that's not enough. There will be moonlight at night, and with the help of moonlight, his Light Magic will still be strong!"

They kept discussing it, finding it a tough problem.

At that moment, from a water bottle that had followed them from the city, a voice came from the water inside:

"Your Majesty, let me help you."

"Summon a large vat and fill it with water. Throw me inside so I can control more water."

"Then burn wood under the vat, and I will turn into mist and form clouds in the sky to obscure the moonlight at night."

The longer they stayed with Surya, the deeper the infection level became.

Even the non-living water had acquired a soul and was endowed with wisdom.

"But you'll die," Surya couldn't help but say.

The water in the bottle said, "To defeat the evil dragon and save your daughter!"

He followed the voice's instructions.

They crafted the vat, lit the bonfire, and steamed up the clouds.

"Clouds, clouds, I command you to obscure tonight's moon."

Thus, clouds surged, and the moon was hidden.

And so it was done.

But the giant dragon was still very fierce, and Surya, after obscuring the moon, became weaker because he also practiced Light Magic.

So he was struck with a realization in his heart:

"Flowers, flowers, I command you to turn into a small sun, release your stored sunlight, and provide me with power."

The potted flowers that had stayed by his side had stored a lot of sunlight, and suddenly they began to glow, providing him with power.

He seemed to have become a true great hero,

"Trees, trees, I command you to shoot your fruits, glue the dragon's wings, so he cannot fly."

He lured the dragon into a valley and began the encirclement to kill it.

Finally, with the help of the various powerful beings he met along the way, after repeated wishes, they cunningly defeated the dragon, killing it amidst its angry roar.

"We won!"

When the first golden rays of morning light shone down, Surya stood atop the dragon's head, holding his long sword high.

At this moment, he was so valiant and extraordinary.

It was as if this moment was the start of a mythical era.

He rescued his daughter and the imprisoned maidens, marching grandly back to the city.

But he found that afterward, his powers were unusable.

Could it have all been a dream?

He felt some bewilderment, but how had he defeated the powerful dragon?

Many years later.

He recounted his brave conquest of the dragon to his daughter and grandson, and everyone listened as if it were a beautiful fairy tale.

This story of defeating the dragon also spread among the people, becoming very widespread.

...

On the other side.

Liu Jun held a transparent mushroom, watching Surya's departure.

He could have removed the mushroom from the start.

But he quietly followed, waiting for him to save his daughter, before taking his power away.

Perhaps, this was meant to be the beginning of a heroic legend.

Yet Liu Jun interrupted his casting prelude, stifling his legend in the cradle.

"It's somewhat absurd; this is just the beginning. If it grew, spreading infection everywhere, it would feel more terrifying than the Wisdom Disaster."

Liu Jun held the mushroom, lost in deep thought.

"Has this wisdom surpassed the physical realm? What is the principle? Is it wisdom from fantasy? Like a wish-granting machine, able to realize whatever one desires?"

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