"Wizard Saul, if you're ready, we'll begin."
In the distance, Corey asked similar words to those in the golden page preview.
Saul still wore a smile on his face.
"Please wait."
He suddenly flew up and landed beside Corey. "I'd like to make a deal with you first."
"..." Corey didn't understand why he suddenly wanted to make a deal at such a crucial mont.
Saul switched to secret speech. "Wizard Corey, I want to trade the quick calculation formula for Ice Lock formation angles and multipliers for the Ice Lock formation mirror and sealing materials you brought."
Corey was stunned. "How do you know I have them?"
Saul just smiled without responding.
Corey's eyeballs rolled around—the kind where the pupils rolled in and out.
"Alright, I indeed wouldn't casually leave such important things in temporary lodgings. But why are you asking for them now?"
"I'm afraid I might not see you again later."
Corey obviously heard this wasn't the truth, but she also understood Saul wouldn't tell the truth.
After sealing the Storm Eye at Old Days Manor last ti, she had really wanted to know what formula Saul had ntioned.
It was just that the two had just finished competing then, so she couldn't bring herself to ask, thinking maybe she could trade for it later.
She hadn't expected the opportunity to arise today.
Although the materials Corey had prepared for sealing the Storm Eye were priceless, everything was cheap before knowledge.
She imdiately nodded in agreent. "Good, let's exchange."
The two secretly completed the exchange before Saul flew back to the formation's center.
"We can begin!" Saul announced loudly.
Over a hundred wizards busied themselves while excitent appeared on the spectators' faces.
They were about to witness a grand spectacle that happened once in a century.
The advancent formation lit up from outside to inside, the colorful magical reactions making Byron, who was watching, unable to help but smile slightly.
"Saul probably thinks such a formation isn't solemn at all, right?"
Laypeople watch for excitent, experts watch for technique.
Pei'er suddenly frowned.
"Has he already opened the doors?"
She could sense that magic power was already frantically surging into Saul's body from inside the formation, but the current formation clearly hadn't reached the step of helping Saul push open doors!
Herbert leaned forward. "He's already opened the doors? He can independently complete door-opening without relying on magical formations?"
The two exchanged glances, their expressions complex and unclear.
However, just as they were shocked, Saul's hands suddenly moved rapidly, directly drawing a magical formation in the air, while the magic power entering his body was also being quickly utilized by him.
"What is he trying to do?"
When everyone was puzzled, Saul suddenly placed the completed magical formation on himself.
Then, like a lit firework, he "whooshed" up into the sky.
The crowd was in uproar.
Herbert was first puzzled, then furious. "He's running away?"
"He won't run." Kist's voice sounded behind Herbert.
Kist had disguised himself as Herbert's subordinate, always standing behind him.
"He's facing fate directly."
His gaze followed Saul, tilting his head to the limit.
Kist didn't care at all that his appearance wasn't elegant.
Herbert wanted to chase after him but didn't dare get too close to Saul, so he could only grit his teeth and maintain surface composure.
"Saul can't escape."
"I told you, he's not running." Kist was sowhat impatient.
Seeing Kist's attitude, Herbert turned back to glare at him, but Kist didn't care at all and continued watching Saul.
At this mont, black smoke suddenly erupted from Saul's body.
A trembling, twisting power appeared.
The wizards who could be present here mostly had so knowledge, and they imdiately realized sothing wrong was happening.
"Sothing happened to Saul?" Byron imdiately wanted to cast flight magic but was pulled back by Ann.
"Please wait, Lord Byron." Ann's face was also full of unease, but she still decided to follow Saul's instructions. "Master told us to stay in place and use all our strength to stabilize our soul bodies."
Byron frowned tightly. He felt this was inappropriate but was afraid of accidentally causing trouble for Saul, so he didn't move around. While stabilizing his soul body, his gaze kept watching Saul, who had flown to extre heights.
Saul let his body rise rapidly while his consciousness had already co to the consciousness platform.
Before the activated Storm Eye.
Looking at the Storm Eye that had begun growing due to being activated by the advancent formation, before the Black Tide could pour out, Saul did sothing even he hadn't expected.
He dove in!
The mont he entered the Storm Eye's influence range, Saul felt himself beginning to lt.
Hair, skin, muscles, organs.
Only bones remained, but they were dyed black by the pollution's power.
Black tidal waters seed to have already soaked into his bone marrow.
But Saul, already accustod to this appearance, just silently took out the Ice Lock formation's mirror and sealing materials.
He didn't have ti now to arrange a precise formation, but he could construct one out of thin air.
Such a formation's power would definitely be weaker.
But as long as the multiplier was large enough, there would be no problem!
What if the mirror was only one milliter from the Storm Eye?
Then even if Saul's constructed formation was less than ten centiters from the mirror, the energy would be amplified nearly a hundredfold!
Of course, because the action point beca smaller, the effect would be discounted, but what Saul wanted was precisely that one point at the Storm Eye's very center.
The anchor point!
He rushed into the Storm Eye, the twisting power rapidly wearing down his sanity.
Saul didn't have much ti left. He had to endure such great pressure to get his soul body before the anchor point!
Black tidal waters ca overwhelming, pollution's power rcilessly tearing at Saul's soul.
Saul endured this power and continued forward.
Suddenly, a white figure also appeared beside him.
It was Camus.
She had regained the liveliness of a living person, anxiously saying to Saul: "You'll die like this. Let save you and get you out."
But Saul ignored Camus and continued struggling to advance into the Storm Eye's interior.
However, just as Camus approached Saul wanting to stop him, Saul suddenly reached out and grabbed Camus's gray-white neck.
"You delivered yourself to !"
The diary began "rustling" as it turned pages.
Then, with terror on her face, Camus transford into a black light and was forced to drill into the diary!
She beca one of Saul's black book pages.
Only this black book page was also flowing with black liquid outward, seemingly not completely under the diary's control.
"A third-rank wizard's soul shouldn't be able to escape the diary's control. Sure enough, your reliance is the Black Tide!"
Saul continued ignoring Camus, who was trying hard to break free from the diary, and took advantage of this opportunity to continue deeper.
Silver text appeared on the black book page.
Camus: [You will die.]
The pressure ahead was getting greater and greater.
Every milliter Saul advanced was extrely difficult.
Fine cracks began appearing on all the bones in his body.
What was here was Saul's soul body, not his real body.
So these cracks actually ant Saul's soul was being damaged.
But he still didn't stop.
He was even smiling.
"You say I'll die, the diary says I'll die."
"Only just now did I understand what Kist ant when he asked if I would always listen to the diary."
"You say escaping would let live, but senior would die, Pei'er would die, Agu and the others would die, Jiajia Gu and the others would also die. Only you would be happy, only Herbert would be happy..."
"I'm not happy!"
"Just because you say I'll die ans I'll definitely die?"
"What do you say counts?!"
Saul thunderously took a large step forward!
The next second, his vision suddenly brightened.
He saw the anchor point!
(End of Chapter)
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