The anchor point had appeared before Saul.
It was a tiny white object hidden in a crack.
Due to viewing it through an extremely small fissure, Saul could only see a bit of white, so he still didn't know what the anchor point actually was.
But the moment he saw it, he understood its nature.
That was the anchor point!
As long as Saul sealed this crack and prevented the anchor point behind it from emerging, the Black Tide wouldn't descend upon the Borderland.
Even if some twisting power leaked out through the Storm Eye, it wouldn't cause the terrible consequence of no survivors from the preview.
As long as Byron and the others followed Saul's instructions, they wouldn't suffer too much harm!
This was the method Saul could think of to preserve his friends as much as possible.
Of course, the cost was that he would very likely die here.
Very likely unable to even complete sealing the Storm Eye before dying completely from pollution mutation.
The diary had already informed Saul of his fate.
But this time, Saul didn't plan to believe in fate!
After seeing the Storm Eye, Saul knew his plan had succeeded in 99 steps—only the last step remained.
But this step was incredibly difficult.
In Saul's consciousness, the distance between him and the anchor point was just one step away.
But he couldn't take that step no matter what!
Saul felt as if he were dancing on a high-speed vibrating fragment.
His brain was about to be shaken into mush.
Despite this, he still used his mental power to protect the mirror and Ice Lock formation.
"I need a little more power," Saul thought.
But here, who could he turn to for help?
Without hesitation, Saul issued a summons.
"Stars! I need your power!"
Eyes suddenly appeared on Saul's consciousness body.
An eye with a colored pupil appeared under every gap in his skeleton.
They were like patches, repairing Saul's broken soul.
From previous experiences and what could be seen in the golden page previews, even if Saul was polluted by star eyes, he could recover.
But doing this definitely had a cost.
At the very least, these stars were getting closer and closer to Saul. They had even come to the wizard world through Brando's consciousness body.
But perhaps due to being too far from their source, these star eyes didn't display the powerful force that made Saul uneasy.
With the stars' enhancement, Saul's consciousness suddenly seemed to ignite.
But this also generated a lot of "heat."
He took another half step forward!
Saul extended his hand, the mirror at his fingertip only a centimeter from the anchor point.
But this wasn't enough—at least in Saul's calculations, this distance couldn't guarantee sealing the Storm Eye.
He had no more preview opportunities.
"Give me more power!" Saul struggled to stretch his arm.
But it was like hitting transparent bulletproof glass—he couldn't advance an inch.
At this time, massive pollution also made Saul's vision flicker between bright and dark.
Saul gritted his teeth, his entire soul trembling violently.
He knew that if he lost consciousness now, everything would end.
[Master.]
Suddenly, the diary turned to another black page.
Elegant silver text appeared on it.
[I think I finally know why I've been unwilling to leave the diary.]
Morden's words clearly appeared in Saul's mind.
[I think I was waiting for this moment.]
[The moment you need me.]
"Senior Morden?" Saul seemed to realize what the other intended to do in his daze.
But more thoughts had been shattered by his soul's trembling, unable to form complete sentences.
"Don't... you don't..."
But Saul couldn't stop Morden.
The other's mind was made up, as if seeking liberation.
The black page instantly melted.
Black viscous liquid completely different from the Black Tide instantly drilled from the diary into Saul's soul.
A sticky, cool mental power with the fragrance of wine surged into Saul's consciousness body.
Making him instantly clear-headed.
And then tears streamed down his face.
But with this power's enhancement, Saul finally touched the anchor point.
"Ice Lock—Seal!"
...
Pattering black rainwater fell from the high altitude where Saul was located.
These seemingly insignificant raindrops caused collective mutations in powerful wizards the moment they made contact!
"What is this?" Most wizards immediately used magic power to block the unknown rainwater.
The rainwater fell on their magic power protection and quickly corroded their magical defenses like strong acid on wood.
"It's, it's pollution! Physical pollution!"
Soon other wizards understood.
More and more wizards realized what was happening. Although they couldn't recognize the Storm Eye, the pollution's effects were obvious.
Some lower-strength wizards already showed abnormal changes.
"Everyone don't use magic power. Right now you should stabilize your mental power to protect yourselves."
Someone skilled in dealing with pollution immediately informed everyone.
Byron's group in the corner had already tightly guarded their spiritual bodies when the black mist appeared. After the black rain fell, they were also affected somewhat, but not enough to completely mutate.
"Saul seems to know something..." Byron said in a low voice.
The other consciousness bodies knew some of Saul's abilities from staying in the diary long-term.
But they never talked about this.
As if they didn't know.
Because the black rain fell pitter-patter and didn't affect those present too severely, most wizards began fleeing after realizing the danger.
Watching fewer and fewer people on scene, Herbert's expression grew increasingly grim.
If not for Saul still being above, he would probably think he couldn't wait for the anchor point.
Although Saul seemed to have thought of some method to temporarily delay the Storm Eye's eruption, Herbert, who had witnessed one Storm Eye eruption, wasn't worried.
That wasn't a force one person could stop.
He wasn't worried that Saul could truly suppress the Storm Eye.
He was just somewhat concerned that if people here fled too quickly, he might lack enough corpses to provide power for himself afterward.
"No one is allowed to escape." Herbert's voice suddenly spread across Rhine Lake. "A Storm Eye has appeared—we must give our all to seal it! Those who flee will be hunted across the entire territory!"
"Storm Eye?!"
An uproar arose below as people finally knew what had happened to Saul.
"Storm Eye?" Byron and the consciousness bodies looked at each other, shock almost overflowing from their eyes.
"Are you sure Saul told us to maintain soul stability?"
Ann swallowed nonexistent saliva. "Yes. Maybe if the Storm Eye really erupts, we can't escape even if we run?"
Having been specifically instructed not to go over, Byron was anxiously worried below.
He very much wanted to see if he could help Saul, but was afraid of making things worse and harming him.
Suddenly hearing Herbert actually wanted to organize people to seal Saul, he could no longer stand it and wanted to fly up, even just to inform Saul of this news!
He couldn't let him be completely unprepared.
At this time, Brando's group came over.
They knew Byron's group's relationship with Saul, so they came to discuss what to do.
They definitely had to save him—they absolutely wouldn't watch Saul be sealed as a pollution source.
But the black rainwater falling from the sky was increasing, and wizards with insufficient strength were beginning to mutate, becoming grotesquely shaped while accompanied by terrified and painful screams.
Corey, who had been stunned all along, finally came to her senses. Risking danger, she flew to Pei'er's side and whispered, "Saul... he just traded away my backup Ice Lock formation. What do we do now?"
But Herbert, who had been distractedly watching Pei'er, also heard Corey's words.
He immediately flew into a rage. "This Saul had it premeditated! Damn it! Then let him be sealed together with the Storm Eye!"
Then Herbert's expression became restrained, like a cold, lofty king.
"Then we'll use the old method to seal."
"Fill it with human lives!"
(End of Chapter)