Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 789 - 357: History Projection_2

A repulsive deep violet blanketed the sky, bereft of any sun, merely hosting several colossal organs suspended high overhead.

These organs radiated a pus-like yellow luminescence, bathing the bizarre living woodland in a nauseous glow.

The most disturbing aspect was the noise.

The whole forest seemed to "breathe," producing profound tones resembling whale songs.

From time to time, sounds like digestion processes and blood surging through vessels could be heard.

This wasn't truly a forest, but rather the viscera of some colossal being!

Amid this horrifying setting, the archaeological team's camp stood out starkly.

Several tents crafted from unique materials encircled a profound digging pit.

Numerous devices glowing blue clustered thickly around the pit.

Over a dozen Wizards labored intensely, clad in thick protective gear and masks.

Nevertheless, some individuals' skin showed a pallid gray tint, unhealthy and unnatural.

This stemmed from prolonged contact with the Abyss's atmosphere.

However, they remained oblivious to the looming peril.

Uther detected it clearly.

As a Mystic Scholar, his Perception Ability surpassed normal bounds by far.

Within his mind, the time stream raged wildly, myriad potential futures flickering past his vision.

The majority converged on one result—a savage slaughter.

No words were needed for such a power, as Ron could instantly share Uther's mental flow.

The Perception scope surged outward to hundreds of kilometers in a flash, seizing and dissecting every minor Energy Fluctuation.

At the Perception's fringe, a colossal and savage consciousness barreled closer swiftly.

That entity... akin to a world hurtling through the void.

In its wake, the warped forest's organs and growths withered and perished, as if even Abyss-born things dreaded and shunned it.

"It's here," Uther whispered softly to himself.

The silver apparition intensified its glow, steadying the nearby spatial framework in response.

An unseen force web sprang up instantly, enveloping the whole zone and anchoring this space rigidly to its position in time and place.

This blocked the foe from striking via spatial leaps abruptly, while leaving an escape route open if needed.

Rumble—

The earth shook violently, far-off organ woods toppling like falling blocks.

A form of unimaginable scale emerged from the woodland's depths, towering like a primordial god beneath the warped firmament.

"Dragon-headed Demon" Chai Ye.

Three gigantic dragon skulls formed a triangle, each towering meters high.

The left head's eyes blazed with crimson rage-flames;

The middle head remained icy and pitiless, resembling a relic from some forgotten shrine;

The right head grinned in morbid ecstasy, its tongue endlessly lapping at razor teeth.

Six vast wings spread to eclipse the heavens, their membranes speckled thickly with dark flecks like a cosmic expanse.

The most terrifying feature was Chai Ye's slaughter aura.

Pure hatred, forged from endless bloody combats and killings.

Merely gazing upon him summoned the screams of slain millions resounding in one's ears.

"Hmm?"

Chai Ye's central dragon head locked onto Uther, mildly astonished:

"Old man? Why are you here?"

Against Ron's anticipations, Chai Ye held back from instant assault, revealing instead a trace of... joy?

The right dragon head boomed a guttural chuckle: "Perfect timing, I'm about to go mad!"

Uther invoked the Void Remains' might, as silver radiance began corroding the ambient reality.

The contorted organs and trees gradually assumed more ordinary shapes beneath this gleam.

Still odd, yet far less repulsive now.

"Chai Ye, my subordinates are conducting important research here."

Uther's tone stayed steady and resolute, though Ron perceived his subtle inner strain:

"If you only want to fight, I can accompany you elsewhere."

"Ha! Do you think I'm here for those ants?"

Chai Ye's left dragon head expelled a blistering gust, twisting the adjacent air at once:

"I came just for you! Ever since our last battle in the Abyss Seventh Layer, how many years has passed? Three hundred? Five hundred?"

With those words, every one of Chai Ye's three heads displayed thrilled visages:

"Come on! Let me see if you've deteriorated beyond recognition over the years!"

The words barely landed when Chai Ye struck.

Six limbs whipped forward together, firing six diverse destruction rays:

White annihilation beam, deep crimson boiling ray, jet-black void devour, verdant corrosion toxin, sheer space blade, and an odd assault that warped even light.

Every strike packed the dread Energy to obliterate a tiny star, and combined sixfold, their might multiplied exponentially.

Yet Uther stood ready.

A flash of silver light erupted, causing Uther's body to divide into seven copies in an instant, each darting away along a unique path.

One of the Mystic Scholar’s essential skills, this technique generates clones via control over one's personal time stream.

Every clone embodied a potential course of action, reflecting the "Mystic Scholar"'s razor-sharp foresight into upcoming scenarios.

Six beams of annihilation shredded through six clones, yet they merely assaulted "possibilities," dealing zero real damage.

The seventh clone—the real Uther—had materialized right next to Chai Ye’s left wing.

Silver light coalesced into tangible form, birthing a tiny star roughly two meters wide hovering in the air.