Earth's Greatest Magus

Emery was on the verge of witnessing the killer's identity when suddenly, a powerful reaction surged through the connection. The agony was immediate and overwhelming, an intense shockwave that forced them all out of the soul journey with brutal force.

Damo awoke in a state of sheer terror, his eyes wide with panic, shouting the words "Get back!" over and over again. His voice was hoarse, filled with raw fear as if he were reliving the horror of that moment. His body trembled uncontrollably, and his face was pale, drenched in cold sweat.

Emery took a moment to steady himself, his mind reeling from the encounter. It quickly became clear that this was no ordinary trauma. The attacker had embedded a powerful mark within Damo's soul—a sinister trace designed to block any attempts to uncover the truth. Ashaka, unable to withstand the intense backlash, had collapsed. His body lay still, and Klea rushed to his side. The situation was dire, and the concern in Klea's eyes mirrored Emery's own.

But Emery knew he couldn't afford to stop now, the risk of losing Damo forever was too great. Without hesitation, Emery swiftly grabbed hold of the still-panicking young monk and initiated the [Soul Walking] skill once more, diving back into the depths of Damo's shattered soul.

This time, Emery didn't hold back. He activated both his [Emperor Focus] and [Prism of Light] abilities, channeling every ounce of his strength into the task. His soul surged with power, forming the third pagoda—an indomitable force to face the killer's mark head-on. With great effort, he managed to reestablish the connection, and the scene unfolded again before his eyes. This time, he focused intently, determined to push past the barriers that had blocked him earlier.

As he turned within the memory, he finally caught a glimpse of the figure—a man hovering in the air, cloaked in a menacing aura. Yet, frustratingly, the intruder's face remained blurred, a clear sign that Emery hadn't fully shattered the intruder's defenses.

Despite the obscured identity, Emery could see Fuxi preparing a restraining formation. The ancient sage weaved intricate patterns in the air as he activated the formation. His voice, rang out as he urged Damo to flee immediately.

But before Damo could escape, the intruder unleashed a devastating spirit attack. Emery felt the sharp, piercing pain through their shared connection as if the blow had struck him directly.

The memory abruptly collapsed into a swirling emptiness, a void.

Refusing to surrender, Emery once again delved back into the memory, forcing his way through the darkness. But each time, the same pattern repeated—the painful barrier, the blurred figure, the overwhelming sense of futility.

Emery was on the verge of giving up when something shifted. A faint glimmer within Damo's soul caught his attention, a hidden fragment buried deep within the monk's consciousness.

With renewed determination, Emery peeled back its layers until a new scene began to unfold. He was no longer watching through Damo's eyes. Instead, he found himself witnessing the battle from a different perspective.

"How?… whose memory is this…?" the realization dawned on him. "It's… Senior Fuxi!"

He was now seeing the battle through the eyes of the Eastern Sage himself.

The clarity was startling, and the depth of knowledge and experience that came with this perspective was overwhelming. Emery quickly understood that this was no ordinary recollection. It was a memory etched into Damo's soul by Fuxi.

Through Fuxi's eyes, Emery's vision sharpened, revealing more details of the intense confrontation. Though the attacker's face remained partially blurred, a distinct golden marking on the intruder's forehead stood out—a symbol that pulsed with ominous energy.

The battle that unfolded was nothing short of a clash between titans.

Fuxi stood firm against his opponent, but it was clear that he was facing an overwhelming force. The enemy was not just any magus but a formidable three-cosmos grand magus, likely at the peak of his power. His mastery of light elements was unparalleled, and his prowess as a spirit master only made him more dangerous. Each spell he cast radiated with blinding brilliance, making him a nearly unstoppable force.

Fuxi fought valiantly, every action calculated to counter the overwhelming assault.

Emery could feel the strain on the sage's body and soul as he fought valiantly. Fuxi unleashed every resource at his disposal, summoning intricate formation tools. But the attacker's power was relentless; one by one, each tool was shattered, torn apart as if they were mere trifles.

Despite Fuxi's valiant efforts, the attacker pressed his advantage, turning the battle into a harrowing game.

The Eastern Sage's movements grew slower, his defenses weaker, until finally, the man's spells found their mark. A devastating blast of light magic shattered the remnants of Fuxi's defenses, and the sage's body buckled under the onslaught. He was reduced to a mere plaything in the hands of this cruel opponent.

"NO!!"

Emery's heart ached as he witnessed the brutal scene unfold before him. Fuxi's body, battered and broken, was pinned against a tree by the relentless force of his attacker.

Blood streamed down the sage's face, his once dignified form reduced to a shadow of its former self. The cruel figure loomed over him, as he spoke.

"Is this the genius that Earth could offer? Two thousand years of disappointment."

The words cut deep, not just for Fuxi, but for Emery as well. Yet, even in this dire moment, Fuxi's spirit remained unbroken. Through the pain, a faint chuckle escaped his bloodied lips. The sage's eyes, despite the torment he endured, glimmered with defiance.

"You have seen nothing yet..." Fuxi whispered, a spark of determination igniting within him.

Before the attacker could react, Fuxi's spirit soul erupted from his battered body, his essence glowing with an intense, radiant energy. Emery could feel the immense power gathering around the sage, every ounce of his soul force being channeled into one final act.

The air around them shimmered, and suddenly, the ground beneath them began to pulse with a mysterious light. Runes carved into the earth started to glow, forming intricate patterns that encircled the battlefield. Eight distinct formations appeared, each one humming with arcane energy.

It became clear that Fuxi had not been idle during the brutal assault. Amidst the chaos, he had been meticulously crafting this final gambit, using the shattered remnants of his artifacts to forge a new formation.

With a determined smile, Fuxi unleashed his ultimate move—

[Hexagram of Heaven and Earth].

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