Wizard's Eyes disappear when affected by magical interference, as their construction is very simple and cannot withstand any influence. They also vanish when encountering spatial fluctuations.
To the left... Leon's lips curled into a slight smile. Using five Wizard's Eyes to gain an important clue was worth it, no matter what.
For the next half hour, Leon kept controlling one Wizard's Eye after another, searching continuously. Step by step, he crossed several kilometers to the end of the Howling River. By then, even he had lost count of how many Wizard's Eyes he'd released, doing it almost mechanically.
Even with his current strength, Leon felt a bit strained. A fine layer of sweat covered his forehead, and his face turned pale.
At first, Councilor Weiss and the others were curious about Leon's actions and followed him to see what the young mage was up to. But after more than ten minutes, they had forgotten their own purpose, following the young mage almost subconsciously.
The young mage's behavior was truly a bit frightening...
At first, Weiss counted as Leon kept releasing Wizard's Eyes: five, ten... two hundred ninety-five, three hundred.
In just over ten minutes, Leon had released an astonishing three hundred Wizard's Eyes. Not even a high-level Title Archmage could keep up such a pace—anyone else would've exhausted their mana. But Leon showed no sign of stopping, releasing them in batches of five as easily as drinking water, leaving the group thoroughly numb with amazement.
Found it!
Leon had no time to notice the others' reactions; he was fully focused on finding the source of the spatial fluctuations. Suddenly, his expression froze, and he dispelled the Wizard's Eyes he'd released. Using Levitation, he rose into the air above the end of the Howling River, where flickering flames radiated intense heat below.
Next, Leon used magic to temporarily isolate some of the flames. After advancing ten meters into the Howling River, he discovered a pitch-black spatial rift, with flames from the river continuously flowing into it...
What's going on... Even Leon himself was startled by this discovery. The source of the spatial fluctuations was actually a spatial rift—so what lay behind it?
It could very well be a plane...
Leon then used magic to isolate the entire area. After the flames stopped flowing into the rift, he carefully observed it. The spatial rift was huge—over ten meters long and two or three meters wide. The fluctuations it emitted were utterly chaotic. If one were to enter rashly, even a Sky Rank expert could get lost.
The end of the Howling River...
Ancient god-demon Constantine...
At this moment, Leon recalled these two key pieces of information: the clue given by the Sky Rank Golem pointed to the end of the Howling River, and the metal shard revealed a secret—an ancient god-demon, suspected to be Constantine, had once fallen in the Blazeforge Realm, his body dropping into the Howling River.
If those four scenes were real, then the corpse of the ancient god-demon would surely be washed to the end of the Howling River. And now, a spatial rift had appeared at the river's end...
That's quite a coincidence...
Behind the rift, it's almost certain that a demi-plane was spawned from the residual power after the ancient god-demon Constantine's death... As Leon stared at the rift, a guess formed in his mind.
He was one of the few people in this era to have witnessed the power of an ancient god-demon. In his Natural Semi-Plane, even just a soul fragment of the ancient god-demon possessed such incredible abilities, accelerating its growth hundreds or thousands of times.
But what if it were a complete corpse of an ancient god-demon?
That power would undoubtedly be even greater. After death, it would be no surprise for a demi-plane to form over time.
What's wrong?' At this moment, Councilor Weiss and the others had also arrived in midair at the isolated area of the Howling River. Seeing the spatial rift, nearly everyone showed a look of astonishment.
Archmage Merlin, we must cross this spatial rift and see what's on the other side...' Weiss said with a grave expression, more serious than ever. 'Because this concerns a secret that could allow our three factions to rise!
Yes, Councilor Weiss is right...' Reid Watson seemed to forget his fear of Leon, staring at the rift and speaking in a dreamlike voice.
...' Leon was stunned, looking at the people before him, unable to speak. Could these people also know the secret about the ancient god-demon Constantine?
That's impossible...
Archmage Merlin, actually, this secret concerns Emperor Norlick of the Blazeforge Realm...' Larn Merlin whispered to Leon.
Emperor Norlick...' Upon hearing those words, Leon finally relaxed a little. As for what the secret was, he didn't care much; what mattered most to him was the secret of the ancient god-demon Constantine.
It seems these people don't know that an ancient god-demon once fell in the Blazeforge Realm.
Councilor Weiss, if you're so eager to see what's on the other side, you can certainly try...' Leon's lips curled into a slight smile.
The current spatial rift was extremely chaotic. Leon was almost certain that even if Chairman Heron from the Black Tower went in, he would be lost forever—let alone Weiss.