Chapter 558 - 317: Realm of Truth_2

Sunan nodded and asked, "What’s the situation at that camp?"

"You can think of it as a rest stop," Maisy shrugged and said, "It’s just a place where Wizards rest, with an added function as an entrance, but that’s all."

"As long as you don’t fight in the camp, no one will care what you do."

Sunan chuckled, "Sounds quite free."

However, he also understood that True Spirit Wizards receive the highest services and treatment in many places, but the Realm of Truth is an exception.

Only creatures above level three can enter there.

A True Spirit Wizard can only enter alone, unable to bring extra personnel, naturally leaving no one to manage the camp or provide services for the Wizards within.

Thus, the camp cannot develop any functions beyond the entrance and resting.

However, Wizards entering the Realm of Truth are all aiming to enhance their powers, few are seeking comfort.

"I happen to want to enter the Realm of Truth, if you have nothing else to do, why not come with me?"

Unexpectedly, Maisy then suggested an idea.

Sunan glanced at Maisy in surprise and agreed without hesitation.

For a first-time entry into the Realm of Truth, having someone familiar with it for company would undoubtedly be much more convenient.

He knew very well this was Maisy’s goodwill gesture.

The two prepared briefly, then activated the Breaking Stone simultaneously.

In an instant, the invisible Power of Law spread like a hurricane, silently and without touching any objects in the hall, while violently tearing space apart like thunder, revealing a human-sized oval-shaped silver vortex.

Sunan and Maisy exchanged a glance, then stepped forward into it simultaneously.

The moment their bodies passed through the silver vortex, Sunan’s vision was suddenly consumed by dazzling silver, losing all sight, leaving only a vast silver haze.

In a daze, his consciousness seemed to be immersed in a chaotic ocean, vaguely perceiving the magnificent star river in the night sky, amid deafening roars, carrying innumerable stars, crashing from the sky to the ground, the scene was spectacular, vast and majestic, as if a mighty mountain supporting heaven and earth.

Within the transparent star river, countless bright stars sparkled with vivid colors, exceptionally beautiful.

And just as this vast star river was about to fall on the earth, it split into countless even smaller branches, densely spreading in all directions, stars hung like fruits at the tops of the branches, transforming into an enormous towering tree that almost occupied the entire heaven and earth.

At this moment, Sunan’s entire consciousness hovered in the sky, he looked down and found that beneath him were those brilliant branches of the divine tree, densely spreading to every corner between heaven and earth.

He vaguely realized that this giant tree before him was the Realm of Truth, and the countless branches and fruits symbolized various different laws.

Admiring it for a while, Sunan suddenly felt a strong pulling force enveloping him, dragging him involuntarily towards the giant tree, eventually crashing into it hard!

No sense of pain, calm and indifferent, when Sunan regained his senses and his vision cleared again, he found himself standing on gravel-filled ground.

A few dozen meters ahead was a tall city wall, entirely built of obsidian, its surface engraved with strange patterns of great beauty, clearly crafted by a master.

"This is the camp I was telling you about."

Maisy’s voice sounded nearby, she had somehow appeared beside Sunan.

"Wizard Town, that’s what we call this camp."

Sunan secretly frowned, such a casual name.

Although his naming skills weren’t great either.

"Let’s go inside and have a look," Maisy said.

Sunan had no objections.

The two walked through the open city gates.

Behind the tall obsidian walls were numerous tower-like buildings, sprawling and uneven, each tower like a lance straight towards the sky, the shortest one at least ten meters tall, giving one the feeling of entering a forest of towers.

However, these towers were not Wizard Towers, just ordinary Stone Towers.

At most, some arrays had been set up to conceal aura and energy fluctuations, Sunan sensed no life aura or energy fluctuations from those Stone Towers.

The wide streets were empty, like a dead city.

"The True Spirit Wizards who come here are either practicing in their towers or out exploring, so you rarely see anyone outside on a regular basis."

Maisy pointed towards the northwest.

"The towers in town are already occupied by Wizards, only the northwest has plenty of open space where you can build a Stone Tower as your daily residence."

Sunan’s eyes flickered slightly.

According to Maisy’s words, each Stone Tower here represents a True Spirit Wizard.

In other words, there are hundreds of True Spirit Wizards here, who are high up in the external world, seldom seen!

One must say, the Realm of Truth is worthy of its designation as the Wizard’s holy place.

As Sunan soaked in the scenery, his ears suddenly caught a deep voice.

"Maisy, long time no see."

Sunan followed the voice, seeing a man and woman smiling at this side about ten meters away.

The man had a thin face, sunken cheeks, a worn-out appearance, and a pair of deep-set eyes that were bright and sharp.

The woman had beautiful features, a slender frame, and long flowing red hair, with sparks igniting and extinguishing amid her smooth strands, quite eye-catching.

"Morick, Ortis, long time no see."

Seeing them, Maisy’s face also showed a faint smile, seeming to have a good relationship with the two.

"You haven’t been to the Realm of Truth for quite some time," Ortis said with a smile.

Maisy replied, "I had acquired a Law Fruit, so I was in seclusion for a while."

Morick’s eyes moved upon hearing this, laughing, "I heard you fought Winter Frost’s Calamity recently, was it for this Law Fruit?"

Maisy didn’t hide it, nodding, "That’s right."

"I thought so," Morick laughed, "I heard you made Winter Frost’s Calamity quite troubled."

After a few exchanges, Morick and Ortis’s attention soon shifted to Sunan standing by.

"Who is this?"

"Let me introduce you. This is Sunan, the master of the Star Alliance."

Maisy then introduced the two to Sunan.

"Morick, master of Abyssal Dawn."

"Ortis, master of Raven Crow."

Sunan’s expression shifted slightly.

Raven Crow and Abyssal Dawn were sub-organizations of the Wisdom Code, known for their excellent performance in the Wizard civil war, once joining forces to destroy one of the Black Wizard forces, the Flame Pattern Association.

Upon hearing Sunan’s name, both Morick and Ortis’s eyes brightened, looking at Sunan with an added gaze of fervor.

"I didn’t expect to meet the renowned master of the Star Alliance."

"A pleasure, a pleasure."

Morick and Ortis, initially indifferent, now showed evident enthusiasm towards Sunan.

Maisy witnessed this, secretly smiled but wasn’t surprised.

After all, they are facing a famous figure in the Wizard Realm, named Sunan, a genius who achieved True Spirit Wizard status in less than three thousand years.

Throughout countless epochs of Wizard Realm history, such talents are extraordinarily rare.

Moreover, Sunan is the newly risen master of the Star Alliance.

The rapid rise of the Star Alliance is shockingly comparable to Sunan’s swift promotion to True Spirit Wizard.

With dual halos of glory, Sunan is now well-known throughout the Wizard Realm.

To ordinary people, True Spirit Wizards are high above, indifferent to all else.

But they too have their interests and emotions.

Facing a promising, powerful True Spirit Wizard and master of Wizard Influence, most will choose to make ties and build relations.

Even veteran True Spirit Wizards are no exception.