Wizard: Stronger through Marriage Chapter 1373 - 642: Corridor of Forgetting

Shuili slowly steps into this desolate landscape.

She is dressed in a deep blue robe, flickering like the shimmering waves of the deep sea.

Her silver hair, flowing over her shoulders, is lifted by the cold wind, softly glowing like fireflies under the moonlight.

Her clear and profound azure eyes seem to reflect the endless vastness and tranquility of ancient oceans.

She kneels before the cracked earth, gently touching the earth veins that appear to be fragmented and stained with dark energy.

As she softly chants an ancient spell, an immense divine power, like tides, slowly permeates into the broken textures.

"Let the waves be a shield, let the abyss be a shield... May the blue holy power cleanse the decay, sealing chaos deep within the boundless ocean."

Accompanied by the spell, faint cyan rune light bands gradually gather and flow around the area, encasing the damaged region like water surrounds reefs.

A warm and strong stream of information rises from the depths of the earth, stirring a trace of life in the dark corruption.

The oppressive feeling in the air gradually weakens, replaced by a slightly damp, salty freshness, akin to a breeze from a distant shore.

However, this infusion is not without obstacles.

As runes and water elemental power intertwine, a stubborn remnant of otherworldly shadows persists, occasionally emitting a withering roar, a last struggle of corrupted energy against divine power.

Shuili furrows her brow, drawing upon the power of the "Wave Guardian," a soul from the deep sea bearing ancient heritage.

With a purer and broader embracing mindset, she combats these ominous signs.

"No shadow shall stain the earth we protect."

Her fingers flick, releasing a blue ripple from her palm.

Like tides washing over the shore, it gradually disperses the remnants of the erosion, guiding spiritual qi back into the patterns of law.

In the distance, the New Rainbow Bridge City council hall displays the latest monitoring results on a holographic data wall.

A data analysis officer, dressed in a simple magic robe with a contemplative expression, points to the screen’s central marked anomaly.

"Chief, based on the feedback from the ’Law Percolation Matrix,’ we’ve tracked a large source of corrupted energy extending to the basement of the Divine Kingdom’s ’Forgotten Corridor,’ that forbidden space buried by history and forgotten by time."

The room falls silent, each person feeling the unease and fear awakened by old secrets.

The existence of the "Forgotten Corridor" has long been a taboo topic; it’s a complex layer formed by the overlapping of multiple spaces.

It’s also a place where many evil forces breed, and where shadows of the countless tragedies of past wars are most dense.

David, brows furrowed, slowly walks to the window, gazing at the snowy plains under the distant starry sky.

Those weathered yet standing structures faintly foretell that time cannot erase all scars.

He says solemnly, "If the pollution can be traced to the ’Forgotten Corridor,’ then we’re facing not just the surface collapse of order but possibly a disaster of a magnitude affecting the very foundation of the realm’s existence."

Cynthia nods in agreement, her eyes shining steadily, "Chief, we must quickly organize an elite assault team, and unite with the Wizard Alliance and mechanical divine experts to jointly draft plans to investigate and seal the ’Forgotten Corridor.’

Meanwhile, the perimeter defenses must be solidified, lest internal chaos leads to greater calamity."

Hill grips his sword, eyes bright, "I’m willing to personally lead the team to the frontline, even if the path is rife with thorns, to completely eradicate evil thoughts, and build a steel wall for the mortal epoch!"

The atmosphere in the conference hall grows increasingly heavy, yet more resolute is the steadfast belief forged from intersecting determination and responsibility.

Representatives exchange strategic opinions, rapidly advancing various action plans, each understanding this is a crucial war tied to destiny, with no retreat.

In New Rainbow Bridge City council hall, David’s expression is grave, his crimson gold battle armor glowing faintly under candlelight.

He slowly steps out of the hall, entering the secret passage to the basement of the Divine Kingdom, with Sofia closely following.

Despite Sofia’s face being veiled, her silver eyes reveal complex emotions—a mix of vigilance, anxiety, and a hint of struggle.

Ancient runes are engraved on the stone walls of the passage, illuminated by a dim blue light, casting mottled shadows.

The air is heavy and thick, like a suppressive tidal wave, incessantly battering their spirits.

David glances back at Sofia. She nods gently, a momentary clarity flashing in her silver eyes.

"I feel... the corrupting forces growing ever stronger here."

She quietly speaks, her voice like wind from a glacier crack—a blend of chill and fragility yet with resolve.

They continue on, as the forbidden space known as the "Forgotten Corridor" gradually unfolds.

This is where multidimensional chaos converges, remnants lost from history and time, and where countless forgotten souls and evil thoughts breed and fester.

Suddenly, a cold aura swells like tides, countless shadow-like creatures emerge from the surrounding darkness; these are the mutated Shadow Devouring Race!

These evil soul monsters are large and twisted, more fierce and cruel than those outside, growling deeply like raging beasts summoned from the hell abyss.

"Prepare!" David tightly grips his phase dagger, releasing a crimson gold light like dawn piercing the deathly silence.

Swiftly wielding the dagger, he slashes a sharp wave towards the foremost rushing evil soul group.