Blood flowed through the cracks between the eyebrows into the woman's skull.
Instantly, a powerful third-rank pressure erupted, exactly like what the Old Witch had felt at the Purity Wizard Tower last ti.
This was actually Wind Sprite's pressure!
Who exactly was this woman??
Could she be Wind Sprite?
But if she was Wind Sprite, why would she appear in the magic mirror?
The Old Witch felt confused.
A thought gradually arose in her heart.
"Why do I never get any reaction when I see the face in the mirror? Why do I just take it for granted as ntal pollution from the magic mirror? Why have I never considered another possibility?"
The Old Witch felt as if sothing was clearing away so of the mist in her mind that she had always ignored.
But part of it remained, preventing her from understanding the truth.
While the Old Witch was dazed, Wind Sprite had already waved her hand, controlling the woman covered in cracks like a porcelain doll to stand up.
As soon as the woman got up, she walked forward with eyes closed as if sleepwalking.
As she approached bit by bit, the air around her began making explosive sounds.
As if the air was being compressed and then suddenly released.
At the sa ti, stones, dirt, and other debris on the ground and around her gradually floated into the air, then were ground into powder by so unknown force.
Wind Sprite struggled to control the sleeping woman, fortunately she didn't need to control her for too long.
The Old Witch was at most a very formidable second-rank—nothing before a third-rank.
Just a bit of residual power could crush her into minceat.
Once the Old Witch died, she would imdiately reseal the woman, then go out and casually kill that little wizard who should still be wandering in dreams outside.
This would also fulfill Lord Clark's instructions.
Killing a little wizard who dared to trespass on her territory was a very normal reaction. Even if the forces behind that little wizard knew, they couldn't say anything.
Thinking this, Wind Sprite was quite pleased. Originally she had been unable to find a suitable opportunity to act against Saul. She hadn't expected him to be so impatient as to dare break in for a magic reservoir that couldn't be made public.
Wind Sprite didn't know whether to praise his courage or be helpless about his intelligence.
While Wind Sprite was already fantasizing about entering third-rank through the magic reservoir and completely securing her position, the Old Witch had yet to turn into minceat.
"What's happening?" Wind Sprite looked in astonishnt and saw the woman had walked right in front of the Old Witch, while the earth and stones around them had all turned to powder.
Even the solid stone walls protected by magical arrays overhead showed cracks.
"The pressure is still there, but why hasn't it killed the Old Witch?"
Wind Sprite's gaze finally fell on the severed finger swaying behind the Old Witch's head.
"Could it be because of the severed finger the Old Witch stole? How could she have tad the finger so quickly?"
However, Wind Sprite didn't know that the Old Witch's brain was also in complete chaos at this mont.
She stared at the woman before her, as if sothing wanted to burst from her brain, as if the mist that had always covered her eyes was about to be dispelled.
But it was always just a little short.
Just a little short.
She still couldn't figure out what her confused question was, who the person before her was, who the person in the mirror was.
And who... was she?
At the sa ti, Saul was completely imrsed in the magic reservoir.
Though called imrsion, there was actually no liquid in the magic reservoir.
Large amounts of pure magical power were conducted into the magic reservoir through the four second-rank wizard bodies. The magical power concentration inside reached dozens of tis that of the outside world in a short ti.
Saul also cooperated by extending all his ntal power and magical power throughout his body, offering no resistance as he let this pure magical power gradually enter his body.
The magic reservoir personally prepared by Wind Sprite was much higher grade than what Saul had prepared himself in terms of magic crystals and other materials for supplying magical power.
This greatly accelerated Saul's magical power absorption speed.
Gradually, Saul felt the magical power in his body reach saturation.
But saturation was actually just the beginning of advancent.
He continued absorbing magical power, then slowly and carefully mobilized the Dead Wizard's Diary within his spiritual body.
When the diary began responding to his call, Saul slowly closed his eyes.
He actively entered a half-dream, half-awake state.
But this was different from Penny's dream wandering—he entered his own dream.
In the haze, Saul saw a thin line floating in the air.
The line was winding and curved, with one end disappearing into an unseen place overhead and the other end circling around Saul several tis before also disappearing into a dark corner.
Saul had seen similar thin lines before.
Once at the bottom of the deep sea at Blue Water Bay, when he was absorbing those glowing soul fragnts, he had seen lines connecting these soul fragnts together.
At that ti he had wanted to touch those thin lines but was stopped by the diary.
Another ti was in Caugust City, where he had also seen similar thin lines above the heads of many ordinary people and wizards who had beco strange.
But the thin line before him was different from all those he had seen before.
Saul knew this was his line.
A line that surrounded him but didn't touch him.
Saul reached out with both hands in his consciousness, ignoring all the warnings his body issued due to magical power overload.
This ti the diary gave no warning.
This ti he grabbed the thin line before him.
However, the mont his fingertips touched the thin line, it suddenly ca alive like a loach, trying to escape and break free from Saul's restraint.
Saul felt as if his fingers were being severed by the thin line, but his consciousness clearly told him his hands were perfectly intact.
He endured the pain and the agony of his entire body seeming ready to explode, using all his strength to pull the thin line toward his forehead.
Ti seed to pass for an eternity.
Saul finally pressed the thin line against his forehead.
At this mont, the thin line that had just been desperately trying to escape suddenly changed its attitude.
It directly turned around and rushed into Saul's brain!
Boom!!!
Countless dynamic scenes suddenly appeared before Saul's eyes, playing at high speed.
He looked left.
On the left was himself discussing problems with Camus.
Further left.
Was himself just imprisoned by the Old Witch.
Looking into the distance, scenes appeared clearly in his mind regardless of distance—the wizard tower battle where he killed Kukin.
In the far distance, he saw himself pushing a cleaning cart, walking through the wizard tower at night.
...
"That's my past."
Saul withdrew his gaze and looked right.
However, the scenes on the right weren't as clear as those on the left.
The people and scenery inside were changing at a speed almost impossible for the naked eye to catch. Sotis as they changed, the entire scene would disappear into darkness and be replaced by the next scene.
"Is that my future?"
Saul's heart was excited, and the physical pain seed to have left him.
He tried hard to observe his future.
But most scenes changed too quickly. No matter how he tried to use his consciousness to control the flow speed of these scenes, it had no effect.
They evolved on their own, completely ignoring Saul's thoughts.
"No, I've finally seen this once. I can't just give up like this."
Saul worked hard to observe, searching for any scene he could see clearly.
But at the sa ti, he felt the world before his eyes becoming blurry.
He knew he was about to complete his advancent.
Which also ant he would soon leave his dream.
Saul quickly browsed through the scenes on the right.
Finally, just as he was about to leave this dream, he finally saw a relatively clear scene.
He saw himself riding a giant bird, diving down into surging black waves!
The black sea stirred up even greater storms due to his entry.
In the rising and falling waves, countless white pages surged up from the seabed and were thrown into the sky by the waves.
For a mont, it seed like the world was snowing...
The next mont, Saul opened his eyes.
After extre compression, his magical power and ntal power finally broke through their restraints under the locator's guidance!
Feeling the surging magical power in his body and his ntal power that seed tempered through countless trials, Saul finally smiled.
Now, he has entered second rank!
(End of Chapter)
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