Wizard: Stronger through Marriage Chapter 1194 - 552: Exile for Survival_2

The crowd gathered around, observing the device with curiosity and caution.

At the center of the instrument was a giant eye, clear and seemingly submerged in a ghostly blue liquid. Its structure was extraordinarily complex and delicate, with every vein visible. The eye itself was the Soul’s Eye, extracted through a special ritual by several generations of the Star Pupil Race’s sages.

This "eye" was no ordinary object; it could directly gaze into the most obscure and convoluted dimensional folds of distorted space-time, revealing information hidden from ordinary perception.

David took the observation instrument in his hands. As his fingertips touched the eye’s surface, he felt a piercing cold and a surge of life force intertwined, pulling his consciousness into an infinite abyss, yet swiftly uplifting him to a higher level of existence.

His gaze suddenly became deep and unfathomable.

"It... truly is a living thing."

Amy exclaimed, stepping closer and cautiously observing the instrument’s faintly glowing core, "It seems to have a consciousness, resonating with our minds."

Zelros furrowed his brow, looking at David. "Using this is forbidden. This object directly interacts with the core of space-time laws. Touching it recklessly can cause irreversible consequences; your mind must be extremely strong, or you will be overwhelmed."

David did not respond immediately. He looked down and carefully examined the Chaos Observation Instrument.

Its appearance resembled an ancient compass, covered with an exquisite metal frame engraved with complex runes and rotating gears. Every time the environmental energy fluctuated, it emitted a faint humming sound, as if responding to external changes.

Around the living core eye were five small crystal stones embedded, capturing space oscillation information at different frequencies and providing real-time feedback to the user.

Taking out a small blade he carried, he gently cut his palm, allowing fresh blood to drip into a groove at the instrument’s base.

A surge of coldness flowed into the device following the dripping blood. The blade reflected a faint blue glow—the marking required to activate the divine artifact with the human Soul Contract.

The contract meant the user must bind their spirit to the device, with any mental fluctuations during exploration magnified and fed back to the user’s mind, akin to sailing through waves but risking falling into the abyss at any moment.

"Are you ready?"

Zelros inquired, closely watching the changes in David’s facial expression.

"Ready."

David replied solemnly, holding the observation instrument up to his chest, touching the living core eye with his fingertips.

A faint, silvery-white light shot forth from the core, like dawn piercing through thick clouds, casting mottled patterns in the tent, reflecting the mixed expressions of expectation and anxiety on everyone’s faces.

As the activation spell was slowly chanted, a layer of hazy, transparent ripples expanded from the device into the surroundings, like ripples in water—gentle yet filled with infinite, unpredictable energy.

Invisible lines quietly appeared in the air, continuously weaving into a complex network. This was the data mapping image generated by scanning and analyzing the Chaos Law’s dispersion points—

These dispersion points, located at intersections of space fissures, posed great risks yet were key coordinates for breakthroughs.

Suddenly, the humming sound became rapid!

Several brilliantly colored lines spun and jumped fiercely around the compass perimeter, accompanied by irregular flashing pulses, making the stable image dim and flickering.

This indicated a very dangerous location was undergoing drastic changes at an alarming speed!

The air caught in everyone’s breath, only the sound of the wind intermingling with the distant cracking of ice echoed in their ears, rendering the atmosphere heavy!

Reina took a sharp breath, her grip on the knife tense, her muscles taut like a giant beast waiting in alert.

"Where is the location? We must act immediately!"

Amy closed her eyes in meditation, using spiritual power to make the image clear.

"Near the Far North ice zone, connected to the previous spore epicenter outbreak... seems also accompanied by unknown energy ripples spreading."

At this moment, under the light mist covering the earth, countless tiny snowflakes were stirred and fluttered, like silver butterflies dancing across the sky. Yet behind each flight lay the gathering and spreading of violent tumult...

Zelros stood solemnly, pressing his sword hilt against his chest: "We cannot sit back! We must use this divine artifact for tracking and preemptive defense, lest we fall into a passive position again!"

David raised his eyes to the distant sky, that region full of purple-black mist, continuously twisting space, like a black hole devouring the horizon.

Determination gleamed between his brows: "I will use the Chaos Observation Instrument to search for every potential danger; we cannot make any mistakes. We must not let the Dark Forces invade our homeland again!"

The group exchanged firm glances, knowing the future road was fraught with peril. But as long as they held onto hope, there was light to defeat the darkness!

The sky gradually brightened with the first orange-red dawn, and the snow on the earth quietly melted into drops sliding off branches, while the living eye compass continued to emit ghostly blue phosphorescence, disconnected from worldly dust, connected to the void, seemingly becoming a gateway to unknown arcane wisdom...

The night retreated entirely; a new day began.

From this moment on, no matter what despairing storm hits, they have the blade to discern the chaos truth—this is the new Protective Talisman for the Star Pupil warriors, also the only hope for protecting the future!

The Far North Ice World sky remained somber, with heavy clouds seemingly within reach, a cold wind carrying snow dust and the smell of sulfur, raging over the broken wilderness.

The aftermath of the explosion had not yet completely receded, smoke and steam swirled in the air, mixed with the stench of burning and corrosive poisonous fog, making breathing increasingly difficult.

Exposed ground was covered in scorches and cracks, boulders shattered into fragments, everything resembling a post-apocalyptic wasteland.

In the center of the camp, faint lights flickered in an emergency war tent.

Amy lay unconscious on a bed made of silver-white magic robes, her face pale as snow, drops of sweat on her forehead, her breath weak and unstable.

A faint coldness permeated the air—the chilling aura emitted by the residual spiritual power freezing her veins inside her body.

Outside the tent, the battlefield’s remaining soldiers could be faintly heard panting intermittently and the sound of wind and snow hitting the tent flaps.

David crouched at the bedside, veins bulging on his forehead, yet his gaze remained unwavering.

He tightly held Amy’s cold, slender fingers, feeling like they carried all the chilling intensity from the winter abyss—both withered and vital.

He sighed softly: "Amy, you cannot leave like this... we still need you."

Reina stood beside him, clenching her fists against her chest, her muscles taut like granite. Every time an explosion wave sounded outside the tent, she unconsciously held her breath.

"We cannot let her die, nor let this disaster continue to spread."

Zelros’ sharp gaze swept over them as he slowly approached David: "Time is running short; you all have exhausted too much of your essential power recently... I suggest using the ancient Star Pupil Race Secret Technique ’Heart’s Ice Coffin’ to forcibly awaken Amy, it will cost greatly, yet it’s the only way to temporarily stabilize the situation."

David looked deeply into Zelros’ wrinkled but determined and fearless face: "We have to try," he nodded in agreement, "I won’t give up any glimmer of hope."

Then, preparations were complete.

In the center of the tent stood an ancient altar, made of mysterious star crystal from the Star Pupil Race, its pattern gleaming with ghostly blue and the Power of Extreme Cold, as if frozen in an eternal night sky galaxy.

Runes engraved around the altar vibrated and shone, pressing the entire space atmosphere to an extreme solemnity.

Reina carefully lifted Amy to place her at the altar’s center. Her fragile yet resilient spirit was clearly perceptible, surrounded by the Holy Light of the Soul, pulling her from the chaotic space back to the edge of reality.