Here, the cold in the air makes it almost impossible to breathe, and the cold from the huge glacier stings the skin mercilessly.

At the bottom of this darkness, there seemed to be some huge and twisted mass frozen in the glacier - headless, disjointed, a mass of gray shapeless primitive reptiles, terrifying prototypes of all living beings.

The scenery around him became more and more strange, and Muhathir knew that he was on the eighth level of the Bato Nine Prisons, at the very bottom of the Eternal Glacier. But the reality of this realization became more and more blurred, and the psychic felt like a dreamer on the verge of awakening, and everything around him was as illusory as a shadow. The solid walls of ice were as ambiguous as smoke screens, the mages and warriors who traveled with him were ghostly apparitions, and he himself was a lost shadow, a wanderer long forgotten.

The sensation confused him, and the Psychomancer even felt that he was now observing everything around him not with his senses, but from some distant place, as if he were observing a performance on a stage through thick glass.

"Do you feel it too?" Muhati asked the mage and the muscle daddy.

Their lips squirmed, spitting out a series of air vibrations. It took a few moments for the psychic mancer's consciousness to process these regular frequency shifts and vibrations into words, recognizing what the other person was saying.

We feel it too. The two men stated.

This must have been the danger that Aisha had warned about, and Muhadi thought to himself, anyone who had seen or come into contact with such an ancient being as wise as the Wise Men would lose his mind in an instant and eventually fall into utter madness. Unless. You have the kind of protection that Lyra has created—a strange method of combining blood magic and psionic energy, and it's assuming it works.

It didn't work. I'll know for sure in a moment, Muhathir thought to himself. I'm sure I'm not going to make it all this far. Retreat again.

So he continued downward, and sure enough, he didn't wait.

Here, the cold intensifies, and the glaciers reflect a dim glow. The Psychic had the feeling that this white light of death in the mortal world could instantly freeze the garden, close the harbor, and brittle the metal. He turned his head to see that Satili's cheeks were flushed in the cold, like a sun in the cold.

The moment I saw that thing in the center of the cold. Even if the Psychic Warlock had already prepared for it, and had the blessing of Lyra's secret method. His consciousness was still greatly shaken, and an indescribable feeling filled his body.

He felt the looming and gathering of countless scenes, strange yet somewhat familiar. The kaleidoscopic visions of time and space seemed to be dissipating from his surroundings to reveal him something truly real - or a dream of another time and space.

The thing in front of him was incomparably deep, and the visual perspective seemed to be invalid, and he couldn't judge the distance of the thing. It's like looking at a postmodern painting by a mad artist, everything is messy, and there seems to be a deep meaning behind it. No perspective, no near and far. It seems to be flouting all geometric principles, such as near, great, far, and small, and claiming that it is not bound by these rules.

The thing, the amorphous piece of flesh lay in the slime and mist. There is no head and no limb organs. In a slow, endless fluctuation, its clay-like body surface cracked out all kinds of strange and unspeakable, blind and stupid amorphous things. It's huge. Occupies all of the Psychman's vision. And the blind and stupid tokens crawled around the thing, boiling with the disorderly mist that was blindly tumbling. In the sense of a psychic mancer. This thing is bigger than a mountain, bigger than a planet. It's almost the same size as the universe.

It was terrifying, if there was enough reason left to understand what fear was after seeing it. It's incredibly ugly, and if there's any being who has seen it and has enough sanity left to understand what disgust is.

A wise man?

Muhati thought, while frantically suppressing the riot in his consciousness to maintain normal thinking, while asking himself, this thing is the monster that knows the real name of all the monsters that exist in the multiverse?

The muscular daddy stared at the monster, his eyes unblinking, and saliva at the corners of his mouth. He was incapacitated from the shock, but the Psychic Warlock knew that his spirit was largely fine, and that Lyra's secret spell had worked.

Satili the Coral Witch lowered her head, avoiding looking directly at the monster as if she had a headache. Muhadi tried to open his mouth to comfort her, but a stronger urge forced him to keep staring at the monster.

"You're the Wise Man?"

No. Although there was no sound, Muhadi felt the other party's answer, as if a thousand steel needles had pierced his head. The Psychic Warlock didn't feel pain, and he didn't scream for it, but he could feel as if the steel needles were crushing his will, destroying his ability to think.

"And who are you?"

The wise man of the worlds, the sister of what you seek, one of the lowly twins. This one is a guard and a ferryman.

Guard! It says it's a guard! Muhadi was ready for battle for a moment, but he strongly foretold that his ability would not work against this thing.

The massive, amorphous mass of flesh swelled all around it, and it didn't explain it. But the psychic warlock suddenly understood what the other party meant, it was indeed a guard, and it was not the wise men who were guarding it, but this multiverse. It has the ability to create its own space as it pleases, and can travel to and from any plane of the multiverse, even further afield. It locks the wise men into a small space of their own making, because the true body of the latter simply descends and will cause unspeakable destruction.

Next, another piece of knowledge enters the psychic man's brain. Perhaps this wise man of the realms is not a real person, but just a projection. But if the projection has such a terrifying effect, what will the ontology be?

This one is the ferryman, who will do the ferryman's work and deliver you to the wise men. The wise man of the world seemed to be speaking.

In fact, the meaning of the amorphous giant wriggling mass of flesh was far more complex than that, full of all sorts of concepts that were completely new and incomprehensible to man, but to the extent of a psychic maniver, it could only be understood as such a broken and incomplete expression.

Before Muhathir could protest. He appeared in another place. A bizarre and indescribable. Utter contempt for Euclidean geometry, built on a completely different basis. Over here. Gravity seemed to be gone, and he floated in the air.

His heart stopped beating almost for a moment, when he saw the true body of the wise men.

A strong feeling of gagging swept through Muhadi's body, far stronger than it had been when he had faced the amorphous twisted piece of flesh. He felt himself being seen through in this moment, a feeling of falling into the abyss, as if he had been picked up by a whirlwind, and quickly carried him from the vague scenes of his previous life to the time and space before he was born.

He seems to have experienced countless lives and deaths, but each time he does not remember the life and death he experienced before. He is a warrior who fights in legendary battles, and he is a warrior who can fight the gods. A legendary mage who tore the stars apart, a mighty king who ruled over more kingdoms than anyone could have imagined, an ancient sorcerer who whispered the poisonous spells of ancient sorcery, a priest of some kind who wielded sacrificial blades in cave temples with basalt pillars. Life after life, age after age......

With such a strong impact of thought, the psychic warlock had no time to take care of others, and all his attention was attracted by the famous and wise men. It was as if it was some kind of magnet that he couldn't take his eyes off it.

Wise men.

It looks even bigger than the projection of the wise men of the world. The appearance cannot be described. All over his body, there were purple-red bloody tentacles and tumors, huge bone spurs and suction cups covered those tentacles, and suspicious black flesh spots filled the rest of the body. at the base of all tentacles. There is a vague part of the face that is different from any other terrestrial or marine creature. The jaws of the blood basin were irregularly dotted with dense teeth, which were as large as the grandest pillars of the temple. And the Psychic Warlock himself is as small as a speck of dust on the ground in the temple.

And those eyes, those eyes are on the wise men. The most intimidating and disgusting part. Those eyes were numerous, densely packed around the jaws and on the tips of the tentacles. The eyes are big and small. The big ones are hundreds of times the volume of the small ones, and there seems to be no pattern at all. Just looking at those incomparably deep eyes is insanity.

There were also parts that originally seemed to be eyes, but all that was left were huge fleshy eye sockets, and there were no eyeballs in them. Clusters of eyeball-like blood continue to emerge from the eye sockets, then burst and drip down. Purple-black blood flowed through the body covered with tumors and polyps, and merged into a huge ocean beneath the bodies of the wise men.

We meet again, Ring Messenger. This one is the goal you are seeking, and this one is the family of the Thousands of Horned Ones, the Yellow-Cloaked King Hasta, that is, the wise men of your mouth.

The incomparably large tentacle monster did not speak, but expressed itself in some unknown way. To Muhadi's astonishment, it was not in the language of Attas, or in the lingua franca, but in his own native language, the language of the earth.

Perform your rituals, ask your questions, and this one will answer them all. The wise men continued to express themselves in unknown ways.

Muhadi sensed that this thing was communicating with himself and his companions at the same time, and multitasking was not a problem for him at all. The Psychic Warlock tried to turn his head to find his companions, but found that they were nowhere to be found, and it was unknown how the monster had used to create this solitary environment.

"I'm looking for someone...... Or the real names of some people. Muhadi struggled to speak out. "But what do you mean when you say we're meeting again? Why do you call me the Ring Messenger?"

The tentacles of the wise men squirmed, and the psychic warlock felt a frenzied dizziness, as if his own brains had been gouged out. Then he felt the other party's response.

Because this one has seen you countless times, because you are the Ring Messenger.

"What? I don't understand. Muhadi replied against the impulse of madness.

Why don't you ask the original question first? That might make it easier for you to figure it out.

"The question I was going to ask?" the Psychic Warlock struggled to recall. "Yes, I want to know, what is the real name of the primordial warlock?!"

A gasp of air struck them, and the wise men spat out a long string of notes, unlike any language the Psychic Sorcerer had ever known. But he felt the power within. Know that the wise man did not deceive.

"Okay. Muhadi continued. "Tell me, then, what my real name is. I'm going to prove that I'm not Rajat. I'm not overrun by the Mind Demon Seed of the Primordial Warlock!"

This time, there was an elusive emotion in the eyes of the wise men, large and small. Too grand for a psychic to understand. Still, it gave Muhathir the answer he wanted.

It is also a long string of notes, very different from any known language, not in accordance with any sane grammar, and its pronunciation is incomprehensible to ordinary people. But the most important thing is that this paragraph is pronounced exactly the same as the previous one of the wise men, and it is no different.

Rajat, the primordial warlock, is also known as the propagator of war and the inventor of Athas's magic. Master of the Witch Kings, initiator of the War of Purification, Terminator of Creation, Eye of the Ancient Elementals, God of Darkness, Patience, Waiter, Cursed, Father of Ancient Evil. The root of all evil, the one who incarnates eternal darkness, the devourer of worlds, the one who defies and the destroyer...... His real name is the same as that of Muhadi.

in the multiverse. No two exist, they will have the same real name.

Rajat the primordial warlock, is Muhadi, the psychic magician.

The wisp of "remnant soul" hidden in Muhadi's heart was right. Rajat's spells never worked, and his mental demon seed succeeded. He managed to take possession of a new body. Resurrected.

It's just that in the Pure Fortress a battle. When the primordial warlock was about to be fully resurrected, he was disturbed by the attack of Satili and the other three witch kings, as well as the Thousand Soul Heads. The Coral Witch shattered the connection between the Primordial Warlock's lifebox and Muhadi's body with a single blow, causing a magical backlash that made the resurrection incomplete. Most of the primordial magicians' own memories were lost, and the remaining part of Rajat's mutilated soul found the young man's own memories in this body, mistaking them for a part of himself, and thus still recognizing himself as Muhadi.

"No, no, no, it's not true! it can't be!" shouted the Psychic in despair. "I am Muhadi, I am not Rajat, I have never been, and I can never be...... How dare you deceive me!"

This one never cheats on others, and this one has no reason to do that. The wise men responded.

"No, you're lying to me, I've seen it. Muhadi's face was contorted, but he said persistently. "You said earlier that you had seen me countless times...... If Rajat had seen you countless times, he would have known the true names of all enemies and potential enemies, where would he be able to fight any battle of purification, and how could he be sealed by his own apprentices?! He could use the power of his true name to command, those apprentices and servants would be loyal to him forever!"

The observation and communication of this one will destroy the sanity of any being, and they will fall into a madness from which they cannot extricate themselves. Very few people make it out alive, and there is enough sanity left to remember what they have learned here.

The man known as Rajat the Atrodinorcer, you, once visited this place and left. By that time he had fallen into incurable madness...... In order to get rid of the destruction of the multiverse, he used his abilities to return to the past Attas, traveled around, and took risks...... This visit plunged him into eternal madness, but inspiration was born from this madness, he invented magic, taught apprentices, called himself the primordial warlock, waged a war of purification, and was finally sealed by his disciples......

He encountered an intruder during the long seal, and with the Mind Demon Seed, he eventually seized the body and resurrected it...... However, due to the incompleteness of the resurrection, he fell into a crisis of self-knowledge and participated in a great adventure in search of the wise men...... Then he visits this one again, falls into madness and amnesia, travels and adventures to escape the destruction of the multiverse and returns to the past Atas......

This cycle goes on and on. You are him, and he is you. Your life is like a snake that swallows its own tail, a ring that has no beginning and no end, and you are the ring messenger...... This one has seen you come here countless times to find answers, and this one has explained the same to you countless times.

This one knows, you will resist, deny, anger, but in the end, you will accept because this is what it is.

The wise men stopped responding.

"I, the Ring Messenger, have no beginning and no end, this is impossible!" Muhadi tried to express his disdain by laughing, but found that he could not laugh. "You're lying to me, you're a liar......" he kept muttering to himself. "You're lying to me. You're a liar......"

The wise men seemed to ignore the psychic man's accusations at all, and didn't even bother to respond.

"I must have been stupid. It is believed that the wise will know the true names of all the beings that exist throughout the multiverse. With this power, why don't you conquer the multiverse?!" Muhathir exclaimed. As if to embolden yourself. "Since few people have seen you, and those who have seen you don't even have much sanity left, how can you prove that the name you said is the real name of those beings in the multiverse......?

The Psychic Warlock suddenly shut up, not because he wanted to, but because he was controlled by an irresistible force and involuntarily closed his mouth.

This is indeed the power of real names, and Muhadi is extremely acutely aware that the wise men do have the power of real names.

This one can conquer the multiverse at any time, and this one doesn't want to conquer the multiverse. There is no point in conquering. It is illusory, fleeting.

"What are you talking about?"

The multiverse is both illusory, like a castle made of sand, a reflection of foam. What's the point of conquering it?' replied the wise men. Its state is unstable, ever-changing, and fleeting.

"I don't understand. ”

A new picture suddenly appeared in Muhadi's mind, and it seemed that the wise men were going to explain it in this way.

He saw a king who had conquered all of his enemies. A vast empire was built. But suddenly, everything changed. There was a time-traveler who traveled to the era before the king's reign and established another power. Defeated him. Suddenly, the vast empire had never existed, and a different country had taken its place.

But what the traveler accomplishes does not last, since the instability of time and space allows a traveler to appear. Then there will be a second, a third...... Every time. The great butterfly effect has completely reshaped the face of the world, and the inhabitants of the world are unaware that this upheaval has happened. I just thought that everything was meant to be like this.

The former owner of your body retains a kind of absurd and unrealistic delusion. He wanted to leave his own mark on his thoughts from the previous universe in this multiverse, completely reshaping this multiverse. But it didn't think that if he could do that, why couldn't the other beings do the same, and that everything he had accomplished would eventually be erased by the upheaval of the multiverse itself, as if it had never existed.

"It's impossible, it's impossible that there has been so much upheaval and no one in the entire multiverse has noticed. The Psychic denied, "You're still cheating!"

They lack the tools and means to observe this change, and they cannot observe it from a higher perspective. This one can be observed because this one is higher, from a different universe, the cancer universe. This one is the Misplacer, or as you understand it, the Traverser.

This one has observed five drastic changes in this multiverse, and its inhabitants are unnoticed. This one once observed that there was a Lord of the Nine Hells, who was once a fallen angel who became an evil god by devouring a god. Then in an instant, the universe changed drastically, and it became a fallen ancient serpent of order, healing in a deep pit. And he himself didn't even notice the sudden drastic change in his origins, he just thought that things were like this, and that version of the universe never seemed to have ever appeared.

This one had observed that the bottomless abyss was pushed into elemental chaos and destroyed, ending the bloody battle. But in the next moment, the universe changed drastically, the bottomless abyss reappeared, and the bloody battle continued, as if it had never been interrupted. This one observed, some of the planes disappeared and reappeared, each time very different from the last, but none of the inhabitants were noticed.

This one has also observed that some powerful beings have become ordinary after this upheaval. Some of the weak people who were originally unknown have sprung up.

This fleeting, unstable, and illusory multiverse, why conquer this one?

"What you say, I can neither confirm nor falsify. Even if there aren't several versions of the multiverse, I can't prove you're lying. The Psychic Warlock said.

This one doesn't need to be proven to you.

"You can't prove it, and of course you claim you don't need to. Muhati still tried to express his disdain. "You said that after I came into contact with you, my sanity would be destroyed, and I would fall into madness and amnesia, and eventually return to the past Atas for fear of the destruction of the multiverse. You see, I'm not crazy, and the multiverse won't be destroyed!"

Wouldn't it?

"You said that an existence as strong as you is not interested in conquering the multiverse. It's unstable, changing, fleeting anyway. In that case, I think it will continue, and why should it be destroyed?"

This one is not the conqueror of the multiverse, but the reaper of the multiverse.

Precisely because the multiverse is unstable, changing, and fleeting, it needs to be harvested. The sages passed on this creepy thought. Otherwise, when the version of the universe changes drastically, everything that once existed will become completely non-existent. All life, all legends, all emotions and all environments will be covered with a new version, either nothing at all, or nothing at all.

This one and this one's kindred, and the higher beings that this one serves, the Old Rulers, will invade the multiverse. The goal is not to conquer, but to reap. These will devour and absorb all life, all worlds in this multiverse. In your opinion, these actions are called the destruction of the multiverse.

Muhadi felt his lips dry all of a sudden. "Why...... Why are you destroying this multiverse?"

Not destruction, but protection. In order to prevent everything that exists from disappearing in the midst of upheaval, it is necessary to devour everything that exists now and everything that has existed in the past. In this way, all the wisdom that exists, all the experiences, all the feelings, will be preserved in this cosmic state...... We harvest an entire multiverse to create a new clan that transcends upheaval.

It turns out that this is how the wise men came, and each of these families of the old rulers represents a harvested universe and everything in it. No wonder their power ...... Muhadi thought. So amazing.

"I don't believe what you say, and I'm going to prove it!" the Psychic Warlock said with a deep breath. "I'm not a primordial warlock, you're wrong. I will not use any method to go back to the past Attas, repeat the path of the Ring Emissary you said, and prove that you are completely wrong! I am me, not a puppet created by anyone with a mind demon!"

According to your notion of time, the harvest is already at hand, less than twenty years. You are powerless to stop this one, for this one has the power of all the true names, and this one is only one of many, and this one is only the family of the Dominant, and the power is very weak...... When these unstoppable passages through the cancer universe, you will inevitably run away and flee to the upper reaches of time.

"I'm not going to run away. Like you said, I've had countless reincarnations before. With unequivocal willpower, Muhathir reluctantly spat out what he had to say. "Maybe I'll seal this universe so that there are no more traversers, or no more misalignments...... I will not be some ring messenger, I will be the messenger who brings you the seal!"

Perhaps, this one noticed that this time you are a little different from the past. You still haven't completely lost your mind, and madness hasn't dominated you. This one senses that there is some kind of mechanism at work around you, protecting you, weakening the influence of this one, and stealing the power of this one. Someone is ambitious.

But in the end, the ending is doomed, because this one has already been seen. (To be continued......)

PS: This is just a test of the VIP chapter, otherwise the whole book will be hidden. A free version will be released at a later date.