A Sorcerer’s Journey

Chapter 1331: Chapter 1332: Mark Concealment

Three months passed.

Amid the tragic devastation of the Leaf Dragon World, the legendary shadow of the Wings of Death rampaged across the continent. Countless Leaf Dragons hurled themselves into this war against the hellish invaders, only to leave behind a land in fragments, scarred and broken.

Huff, huff, huff...

Chased madly by tens of thousands of Leaf Dragons of all sizes, the Three-legged Raven of Death, bearing a gigantic black water sphere, flew toward the high heavens, as if that was where its hope of victory lay.

"Oblivion Sorcerer, save me!"

At this moment, the Three-legged Raven of Death had already become the public enemy of this world, having slaughtered far too many Leaf Dragons.

At the Level-6 Vitality Biological Level, aside from the few rare Leaf Dragon Kings at the beginning that posed some threat, it had been practically invincible across the continent. Yet now, after facing the world’s seemingly endless waves of crusades, not only had its Physical Strength and stamina reached their limit, its body had also been afflicted with several kinds of mixed, virulent toxins, leaving it in an extremely poor state.

Behind the dark rift that stretched across the high sky to the distant horizon, an incomparably gigantic gray-white face hid within the darkness, peering through the rift into the depths of the world.

The Three-Colored Light Eyes on the giant face narrowed and shone brilliantly, gazing with satisfaction at the black water sphere floating above the Three-legged Raven of Death’s head.

"Kekekekekeke..."

At this moment, in the surface layer of the Leaf Dragon World.

This gray-white face hidden behind the rift was ten thousand meters across. Compared to this visage, even the Three-legged Raven of Death, who had activated its True Body and was being hunted by tens of thousands of Leaf Dragons from all directions, was nothing more than an insignificant flying insect.

A vast oppressive aura descended from the heavens. Even though it was only an unintentional glance, the sheer might was enough to make these Leaf Dragons balk and hesitate.

A six-winged flying dragon beat its wings at high frequency, eyes lifted to the sky, staring at the Death Crow drawing ever closer to that rift, while the terrifying giant face beyond the rift let out a chilling, sinister, Evil laugh. This World Guardian of the Leaf Dragon World clenched its teeth, full of unwillingness!

"Roar! The Ancestral Fountain grants us shelter, brings us an endless Source of Water. If we cannot take back the Source of the Ancestral Fountain, we will lose all meaning for existing in this world. We have no way back! Charge! No matter what lies ahead, we must reclaim the Source of the Ancestral Fountain!"

To better chew and consume the multi-spiked, tough leaves of this world, their teeth had evolved to be square and hard, capable of easily grinding steel-like leaves to pulp.

These Leaf Dragons let out braying roars reminiscent of donkeys, shooting skyward like sharp swords, their hooked long tails whipping wildly in the gale.

"You did well this time. Looks like you still have some use left in you, kekekekeke..."

Behind the dark rift, as the Three-Colored Light Eyes of the giant face blazed ever brighter, the already heavily burdened Leaf Dragons were suddenly swept by a surge of Mysterious Power. Aside from a very small number of powerful Leaf Dragons, the eyes of the vast majority of lesser Leaf Dragons began to grow dazed at this very moment.

Nightmare Divine Tree’s power—Desire to Reproduce!

Back then, when Green added this ability to the Face of Truth, it was mainly to distinguish it from the Black Terminator, while the side effect of driving reproductive desire was rarely used. Green’s massacres over the ages were beyond counting, yet after his journey through the Trickster World Cluster and the sublimation of his mind, his state of heart had unknowingly undergone some changes.

The supremacy of a higher life-form—some meaningless slaughter could not prove anything.

Slaughter could not create rules. Fear and grace—these were the true source of a Dominator’s Rule Power!

With such a state of mind, compared to those beings still struggling to pursue the path of Dominators, Green had already taken a crucial step forward—at least, it was the final step before True Spirit Dedication in the Wizard advancement system.

In an instant, the roars of the Leaf Dragons changed.

They turned into mating calls seeking partners. The charge that had once been a concerted assault of ten thousand dragons became a grand courtship gathering, with dragons chasing one another in utter chaos.

Huff, huff, huff...

"Oblivion Sorcerer, this is the pure spring you wanted. I’ve already erased the will of the Grudgeful Ancestor Spring inside it. The Grudgeful Ancestor Spring said it has remembered me. I’m completely done for, wuwu-waaa..."

By the end, this Three-legged Raven of Death actually burst into wailing sobs.

It was no wonder. To be personally warned by an Eighth Grade Life Form’s will—in ordinary circumstances, that alone was enough to terrify such lower life-forms out of their wits.

"Ignore it. In the next world it will give you the exact same warning. The Grudgeful Ancestor Spring has thousands of incarnations; don’t think you’re that special."

Green spoke offhandedly. After the Three-legged Raven of Death handed over the water sphere from its body, Green observed the hundred-meter-wide black water sphere with the Green Truth Mask for a moment, then began a comfortable bath within it, using this to cover up the Ancestral Fountain’s mark.

Ssssss...

The spring water clung to Green’s body and evaporated continuously. This was a form of time–space Repulsion, and it also left some of the Grudgeful Ancestor Spring’s hateful aura on Green’s body.

"You Demonic Fiend..."

Several of the strongest elite Leaf Dragons peered through the rift in the World’s Veil and saw Green bathing within. Yet just as their furious roars burst forth, Green merely glanced over with his Three-Colored Light Eyes and—"crack," "crack"—those few Leaf Dragons turned to stone one after another and fell from the sky.

Immediately after, Green casually wiped his hand, and the world rift closed.

Such insults were something Green had experienced more times than he could count in his long life—especially as he grew stronger. Those tiny, insignificant beings who could do nothing but look up at him in helplessness always seemed compelled to squawk a word or two.

At the side, the Three-legged Raven of Death’s eyelids twitched violently. The Wizards’ bizarre abilities were truly enough to make one’s heart pound in fear!

What exactly was this species’ innate talent?

"Let’s go, to the next target. This stretch of travel through the Void is a bit long. Use this time to purge the mixed toxins in your body."

Speaking as if it were only natural, Green took the Three-legged Raven of Death and flew toward the depths of the Void.

From high above, under the protection of the Source Rune rules, the once lush, verdant panorama of the Leaf Dragon World was now speckled with black stains—vast polluted death zones left behind by the Three-legged Raven of Death.

"Um... caw caw caw, these toxins are really too vicious. I don’t think I can purge them completely without at least a few hundred years, and I won’t be able to bring out my full combat strength. Respected Oblivion Sorcerer, how about this—why don’t I stay outside and keep watch for you..."

"Hmph!"

Green snorted coldly. "You think my true body is still like you, free to move in and out of such small worlds at will? I advise you not to play tricks. If you can’t prove your value, then there’s no need for you to exist."

Ignoring the Three-legged Raven of Death, who was drenched in cold sweat and wearing a pained expression, Green departed.

Three hundred and fifty years later.

After a long journey through the Void, under Green’s supervision, the Three-legged Raven of Death successively broke through three minor worlds under the dominion of the Grudgeful Ancestor Spring.

Three hundred and fifty years was nothing for an Eighth Grade Dominators’ vast lifespan. Needless to say, this raven had now been thoroughly marked by the Grudgeful Ancestor Spring. The Three-legged Raven of Death’s face was so sour it was almost in tears.

As for Green, he had finally completed three baths in the Source Spring, completely masking the Ancestral Fountain’s mark.