Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience Chapter 759 - 13: Gathering of Truths

anwhile, in the Land of Extre Winter, at the Eternal Freeze Castle.

The extre cold is the sole ruler here, as if even ti itself has frozen. Sitting upon the ten-thousand-year-old throne of primordial ice, the Ice Truth West suddenly opened his glacier-like tiless eyes, a hint of clear confusion flashing within the ice-blue pupils.

The extre chill circulating around him keenly caught a discordant frequency emanating from a distant place—the foundational elent sequence of everything was emitting a painful lant.

"This elental arrangent..." his deep voice sounded like ice cracking, "What on earth is Lablas up to?"

Without further words, his form beca transparent, as if rged with the sunlight on an ice crystal, before completely dissipating into the castle’s harsh coldness, as if he had never existed.

At the sa mont, in the Old Land, at the Truth Church Temple.

Within the resplendent temple, a peaceful and pure aura of light pervaded.

Pure Truth Englis was humming a tuneless ditty, while carefully polishing his flawless white statue, crafted to perfection, with a piece of velvet cloth. His attention to this "art piece" far exceeded his concern for worldly affairs.

However, his actions suddenly stalled, his arm holding the cloth frozen in midair.

"Eh? What’s going on with the Light Elent today..." he blinked his eyes, as if filled with the morning light, revealing a child-like innocent confusion. The light power around him, which originally flowed as gentle and orderly as water, was now emitting a subtle, impurity-like stagnation and disorder.

Yet this confusion lasted only for a mont, for he imdiately realized sothing, abruptly turning his head, his gaze seeming to penetrate the temple do, looking far into a distant direction, his tone bearing a touch of displeasure and teasing:

"What’s that guy Lablas doing?"

Before the words finished, pure immaculate light suddenly erupted from within him, completely engulfing him. The brilliant light flashed and disappeared; the temple was left empty, with only that statue maintaining its benevolent smile.

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In the Sky World, on Sky Island, in Sky City.

In legend, the elusive city that countless Wizards pursued throughout their lives but could never find, was quietly floating above the sea of clouds, bathed in eternal starlight.

In the vast and grand white plaza, only the towering Alchemy Demon Puppets, carved with countless Mysterious Runes, silently and regularly patrolled.

Their steps were soundless, yet the energy waves they emitted were enough to make any perceiving presence shudder—that was undoubtedly the terrifying pressure of a Fourth Tier Dominator Level!

If Lynch were here, he would be imnsely shocked by this legendary city and these strategic-level puppet armies.

Among this eternal silence, a sudden change arose.

In the center of the plaza, several beams containing Supre Law Power, yet each of a distinctly different nature, suddenly appeared without warning.

As the light faded, four figures had silently erged.

Space Truth Guerwige, clad in a Star Robe, with eyes as deep as the universe.

Eternal Night Truth Morris, shrouded in eternal dusk, his presence dignified and orderly.

Ice Truth West, surrounded by extre chill, as if an incarnation of a glacier.

Pure Truth Englis, emanating pure light, with a youthful appearance.

These four are the supre beings who dominate the fate of the Wizard World and hold the power of truth.

They gathered here in unison because the abnormal disturbance touching the world’s foundational rules had alard them at the pinnacle of the world. An invisible pressure instantly enveloped the entire Sky City.

Pure Truth Englis was the first to break the silence, a radiant smile without a shadow spread across his face, like sunlight dispelling the gloom, as he cheerfully waved at the other three supre beings, his tone as friendly as if he had just t old friends on the street:

"Hey! Guerwige, West, and Morris, long ti no see, you all still look as splendid as ever!"

Ice Truth West maintained a stoic glacier-like expression, rely nodding slightly as a response. His voice was like perennial snow touched by the wind, carrying a coldness yet not lacking in basic courtesy: "Englis."

That was their greeting.

Space Truth Guerwige’s face bore a gentle yet insightful smile, like the starry sky that embraces all; he replied, "Haha, Englis, you are as... energetic as ever."

Only Eternal Night Truth Morris, his lips curving slightly in a sarcastic manner, encased in twilight, uttered in his usual sharp tone: "Englis, you’re still the sa, always wearing that perpetual good-natured guise, completely unchanged. Has the endless ti not left a trace of gloom upon you?"

Englis was utterly unfazed by Morris’s nearly rude taunt; he even smiled even brighter, as if the other was just comnting on the good weather. He spread his hands, the pure light seeming to ripple along with the gesture:

"Don’t be like that, Morris."

His tone carried a kind of understanding and tolerance of the vicissitudes of life, "Rember, among all those ignorant apprentices who crossed the plane together back then, enduring hardships and struggling to survive, it’s just us old guys who made it here, isn’t it?"

His gaze slowly swept over Guerwige, West, and finally settled on Morris, a sincere note of reassurance in his voice: "We should all have a bit more warmth and affection towards each other."

"Hmph!"

In response to Englis’s "warmth and affection" spiel, Eternal Night Truth Morris rely let out an unappreciative cold snort, turning his head dismissively.

Space Truth Guerwige tily diverted the slightly awkward atmosphere, his expression turning solemn, sweeping his deep gaze over those present, steering the topic back to the core of their urgent gathering:

"Alright, we’ll reminisce later." His voice was calm yet bore an undeniable weight, "Let’s discuss the matter at hand. What’s going on? The elental foundation of the entire plane seems abnormal."

Morris imdiately turned back, his tone confident, filled with his usual tone of accusation: "Do we even need to ask? It must be Lablas up to his tricks! That lunatic with his mind stuffed full of crazy ideas, he’s surely conducting so weird, reckless experints in his lab again!" He emphasized the word "lunatic" especially.

Ice Truth West’s voice, clear as crystal colliding, rang out, his brows slightly furrowed, expressing deeper concern: "Such extensive modifications and interference from the elental structure’s foundational level... It’s not rely affecting one region, but the foundational law layer of the entire plane. This is beyond those ’ordinary’ experints he used to conduct; it’s anything but simple..."

His analysis made the atmosphere even more solemn.

"Correct answer!"

Just as West’s words concluded, a voice laden with evident excitent and smugness suddenly reverberated like invisible ripples in the vast grand plaza, breaking the heavy tension among the Four Truths.

Following that, above the center of the plaza, the space began to ripple like water. A slightly ethereal old figure, clad in a signature black cloak, manifested out of nowhere, his aged face wearing a childlike mischievous grin, his eyes glinting with a mixture of curiosity and madness.

Beside him, within the spatial ripples, another figure also materialized. He wore a simple grey robe, his aura profound like the ocean, and his eyes contained boundless knowledge and the accumulation of ages; he was none other than the Space Truth Keeper of the Lost Tower—Naples.

The ethereal old man who spoke was none other than Lablas—the very person Morris branded a "lunatic," and the focal point of the elental disorder.