"Wizard Saul, if you're ready, we'll begin."
In the distance, Corey asked similar words to those in the golden page preview.
Saul still wore a smile on his face.
"Please wait."
He suddenly flew up and landed beside Corey. "I'd like to make a deal with you first."
"..." Corey didn't understand why he suddenly wanted to make a deal at such a crucial moment.
Saul switched to secret speech. "Wizard Corey, I want to trade the quick calculation formula for Ice Lock formation angles and multipliers for the Ice Lock formation mirror and sealing materials you brought."
Corey was stunned. "How do you know I have them?"
Saul just smiled without responding.
Corey's eyeballs rolled around—the kind where the pupils rolled in and out.
"Alright, I indeed wouldn't casually leave such important things in temporary lodgings. But why are you asking me for them now?"
"I'm afraid I might not see you again later."
Corey obviously heard this wasn't the truth, but she also understood Saul wouldn't tell the truth.
After sealing the Storm Eye at Old Days Manor last time, she had really wanted to know what formula Saul had mentioned.
It was just that the two had just finished competing then, so she couldn't bring herself to ask, thinking maybe she could trade for it later.
She hadn't expected the opportunity to arise today.
Although the materials Corey had prepared for sealing the Storm Eye were priceless, everything was cheap before knowledge.
She immediately nodded in agreement. "Good, let's exchange."
The two secretly completed the exchange before Saul flew back to the formation's center.
"We can begin!" Saul announced loudly.
Over a hundred wizards busied themselves while excitement appeared on the spectators' faces.
They were about to witness a grand spectacle that happened once in a century.
The advancement formation lit up from outside to inside, the colorful magical reactions making Byron, who was watching, unable to help but smile slightly.
"Saul probably thinks such a formation isn't solemn at all, right?"
Laypeople watch for excitement, experts watch for technique.
Pei'er suddenly frowned.
"Has he already opened the doors?"
She could sense that magic power was already frantically surging into Saul's body from inside the formation, but the current formation clearly hadn't reached the step of helping Saul push open doors!
Herbert leaned forward. "He's already opened the doors? He can independently complete door-opening without relying on magical formations?"
The two exchanged glances, their expressions complex and unclear.
However, just as they were shocked, Saul's hands suddenly moved rapidly, directly drawing a magical formation in the air, while the magic power entering his body was also being quickly utilized by him.
"What is he trying to do?"
When everyone was puzzled, Saul suddenly placed the completed magical formation on himself.
Then, like a lit firework, he "whooshed" up into the sky.
The crowd was in uproar.
Herbert was first puzzled, then furious. "He's running away?"
"He won't run." Kismet's voice sounded behind Herbert.
Kismet had disguised himself as Herbert's subordinate, always standing behind him.
"He's facing fate directly."
His gaze followed Saul, tilting his head to the limit.
Kismet didn't care at all that his appearance wasn't elegant.
Herbert wanted to chase after him but didn't dare get too close to Saul, so he could only grit his teeth and maintain surface composure.
"Saul can't escape."
"I told you, he's not running." Kismet was somewhat impatient.
Seeing Kismet's attitude, Herbert turned back to glare at him, but Kismet didn't care at all and continued watching Saul.
At this moment, black smoke suddenly erupted from Saul's body.
A trembling, twisting power appeared.
The wizards who could be present here mostly had some knowledge, and they immediately realized something wrong was happening.
"Something happened to Saul?" Byron immediately wanted to cast flight magic but was pulled back by Ann.
"Please wait, Lord Byron." Ann's face was also full of unease, but she still decided to follow Saul's instructions. "Master told us to stay in place and use all our strength to stabilize our soul bodies."
Byron frowned tightly. He felt this was inappropriate but was afraid of accidentally causing trouble for Saul, so he didn't move around. While stabilizing his soul body, his gaze kept watching Saul, who had flown to extreme heights.
Saul let his body rise rapidly while his consciousness had already come to the consciousness platform.
Before the activated Storm Eye.
Looking at the Storm Eye that had begun growing due to being activated by the advancement formation, before the Black Tide could pour out, Saul did something even he hadn't expected.
He dove in!
The moment he entered the Storm Eye's influence range, Saul felt himself beginning to melt.
Hair, skin, muscles, organs.
Only bones remained, but they were dyed black by the pollution's power.
Black tidal waters seemed to have already soaked into his bone marrow.
But Saul, already accustomed to this appearance, just silently took out the Ice Lock formation's mirror and sealing materials.
He didn't have time now to arrange a precise formation, but he could construct one out of thin air.
Such a formation's power would definitely be weaker.
But as long as the multiplier was large enough, there would be no problem!
What if the mirror was only one millimeter from the Storm Eye?
Then even if Saul's constructed formation was less than ten centimeters from the mirror, the energy would be amplified nearly a hundredfold!
Of course, because the action point became smaller, the effect would be discounted, but what Saul wanted was precisely that one point at the Storm Eye's very center.
The anchor point!
He rushed into the Storm Eye, the twisting power rapidly wearing down his sanity.
Saul didn't have much time left. He had to endure such great pressure to get his soul body before the anchor point!
Black tidal waters came overwhelming, pollution's power mercilessly tearing at Saul's soul.
Saul endured this power and continued forward.
Suddenly, a white figure also appeared beside him.
It was Camus.
She had regained the liveliness of a living person, anxiously saying to Saul: "You'll die like this. Let me save you and get you out."
But Saul ignored Camus and continued struggling to advance into the Storm Eye's interior.
However, just as Camus approached Saul wanting to stop him, Saul suddenly reached out and grabbed Camus's gray-white neck.
"You delivered yourself to me!"
The diary began "rustling" as it turned pages.
Then, with terror on her face, Camus transformed into a black light and was forced to drill into the diary!
She became one of Saul's black book pages.
Only this black book page was also flowing with black liquid outward, seemingly not completely under the diary's control.
"A third-rank wizard's soul shouldn't be able to escape the diary's control. Sure enough, your reliance is the Black Tide!"
Saul continued ignoring Camus, who was trying hard to break free from the diary, and took advantage of this opportunity to continue deeper.
Silver text appeared on the black book page.
Camus: [You will die.]
The pressure ahead was getting greater and greater.
Every millimeter Saul advanced was extremely difficult.
Fine cracks began appearing on all the bones in his body.
What was here was Saul's soul body, not his real body.
So these cracks actually meant Saul's soul was being damaged.
But he still didn't stop.
He was even smiling.
"You say I'll die, the diary says I'll die."
"Only just now did I understand what Kismet meant when he asked if I would always listen to the diary."
"You say escaping would let me live, but senior would die, Pei'er would die, Agu and the others would die, Jiajia Gu and the others would also die. Only you would be happy, only Herbert would be happy..."
"I'm not happy!"
"Just because you say I'll die means I'll definitely die?"
"What do you say counts?!"
Saul thunderously took a large step forward!
The next second, his vision suddenly brightened.
He saw the anchor point!
(End of Chapter)