Bizarre Realm

"If this power is dispatched, it might flatten the entire continent of the Ancient Race!"

A thousand years have passed since the end of the Dark Era.

The Path of Death has been quietly accumulating power all the while, as corpses from the Realm of Reality are transformed into countless mummies, Skeleton Guards, and flesh constructs.

Shawn’s figure lightly descended, slowly stepping into the high walls.

Behind him, Pandora curiously observed the Soul Worms wriggling in the tomb, and with a slight raise of her fingertip, a Soul Worm exploded into pieces on the ground. Her Spiritual Talent was formidable, having just ascended to possess a Spiritual Energy Pool equivalent to a Level 5 Mental Warlock; her basic Intelligence was raised to 21 after reading the "Eternal Exile Scripture," making it even more extraordinary than the then-genius Great Arcanists.

Scattered across the vast plain were tombs of death, at the center of which lay countless unnamed gravestones.

Shawn sensed an immensely grand Array, arranged using the continents of the planet as its base, with the Zodiac dividing the planet’s Earth Vein Energy, delineating the Root Source Law of twelve time zones.

The one presiding over this Maze Lock Array of the Clockwork Nirvana Twelve Realms is the current Chief of the Path of Death, who rarely steps outside the high wall, nor leaves the black obelisk ahead. The Death Demigod’s internal strife is entirely untouched by Them, for They have their own tasks.

In the simplest sense, the Bizarre Realm needs a "Witch Demon King."

The undead born in the thousand years since the Dark Era must have a Death Demigod guarding the Black Tower, to control them under the will of death.

This is a plague of the undead prepared for a thousand years!

"Humanity’s counterattack hasn’t truly begun."

"These unnamed gravestones mark the moment the stars truly arrive!"

Even Shawn did not know how many heroic souls were buried here. At the end of the Dark Era, nearly ninety percent of humanity was lost, countless powerful beings fell, and their souls became part of the Path of Death.

The remainder wanders on the earth as those black Giants.

"Take them to Lady Hecate’s library."

The phantom of a Banshee emerged, who immediately turned to lead two people behind her to Lady Hecate’s tomb upon Shawn’s command.

The teacher has many Tombs of Death.

Inside the high walls was where Shawn once studied, though he never knew if it was the teacher herself or just her incarnation teaching him then.

Before a black obelisk towering tens of thousands of meters high.

Shawn arrived here once more, feeling a massive Earth Vein Energy, and the slumbering Mr. Gate, whose true form resides within this black obelisk. When the gate of the high wall opens, it’s the moment when the undead plague sweeps the entire planet.

"You’ve come..."

A tired whisper emanated.

The surface of the tower, seemingly made of obsidian, opened a heavy gate with no visible seams, as though it were a single piece, openable only from within the tower. It serves as the pivotal point of the Path of Death, and the entire maze’s core, controlling which equals seizing the vast Energy Pool of Clockwork Nirvana Twelve Realms.

A badge appeared at Shawn’s fingertip, adorned with star patterns intertwined with wheat, as he ignored the opened gate and stepped out, crossing space to appear outside the Death Chief’s study.

Ding!

This badge followed the open door, landing on the desk ahead.

A pristine skeleton sat at the desk, draped in a black Arcane Robe, bone hand supporting its chin, eyes filled with flickering Soul Fire, calmly watching Shawn, it said: "I’ve waited for this day for a long time."

Shawn stared at the Death Chief, no longer unfaceable as before, expressionless as he sat at the desk. Behind him, a plain chair materialized from nothing, reshaped from matter.

A brief silence.

Shawn softly spoke, "I want to see the remnants of the ’Golden Scrolls’. "

The Death Chief nodded with a smile and said, "Certainly. This is the right of the demigods."

Shawn continued, "I want Neser the Great Arcanist’s data, including the secret scrolls of the three major Casting Systems."

The Death Chief pondered for a moment, "That too can be done."

"Your merits warrant such access."

With those words, the Demigod Witch Demon gently raised their hand, and three scrolls enveloped in Secret Technique Seals appeared out of nowhere.

—Creation Energy Master, Mental Master, Transformation Master.

The current Professional system is a later amendment; before mages existed, Wizards was a general term encompassing both mages and warlocks. The Great Arcanist Neser’s three systems—Creation Energy Master, Mental Master, and Transformation Master—have casting methods entirely different from today’s mages.

Additionally, Karsas, the one who brought about the death of the Magic Goddess, he was a Mental Master.

Shawn moved his fingers slightly and the three scrolls disappeared before him.

The Death Chief gazed at him momentarily, then lifted a bony finger, tearing a spatial rift, where lay a treasure trove of void, housing many relics since the Dark Era. A remnant, like a golden snakeskin, gently fell into the palm and then floated before Shawn.

The Demigod Witch Demon calmly spoke, "The ’Golden Scrolls’ originates from the Ancient Witch Python Era, completed by the Scaled Clan and Ancient Elves together."

"Much of it is unsuitable for the current Casting System."