Wizard: Stronger through Marriage-Chapter 812 - 361: Cultivating with the Witches_2

Cynthia was completely liberated in the forest.

Sunshine spilled over the earth, the smell of spring permeating the air, making everyone feel immensely joyful.

She was eager, "Come on! Let’s go! I want to see what wonderful little animals and plants are there!"

Cynthia had always been a lively person; she seemed to lead everyone into adventure, and today was no exception.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows with every step accompanied by birdsong and the breeze’s floral scent.

They laughed and joked all the way, occasionally stopping to observe the roadside flowers and grass, sometimes curiously looking for hidden animals in the woods, everything was so fresh and beautiful.

Soon, they reached a relatively open lawn.

Here, surrounded by towering trees, was a verdant green field, as if nature had specially prepared a perfect stage for them.

Then, they began searching for a suitable area, starting their cultivation in the center of the lawn.

They practiced some basic poses together, like "Mountain Pose," "Warrior Pose," etc.

David would occasionally smile and extend his hand, "Here, let me help you adjust this pose."

Liya gladly accepted his help, feeling his warm palms gently adjusting her elbow and knee.

At that moment, an indescribable intimacy surged in her heart, making her more committed to the practice.

Cynthia, on the other hand, occasionally interjected playfully, "Would you like to see my difficult moves?"

Without missing a beat, she puckered her lips and attempted some complex poses in a lively and light-hearted manner.

"Cynthia, you little imp!" Liya giggled with her hand over her mouth, and Reina couldn’t help but laugh loudly alongside her.

"But it’s so cute!"

Cynthia stood up, tidied her dress, indifferent, then struck an exaggerated yet elegant dance pose, "This is my unique style!"

After different poses and interactions, they felt relaxed and full of vitality.

Finally, they decided to perform the famous ending pose—"Corpse Pose."

Everyone lay down quietly, letting themselves completely empty, surrounded by the sound of birdsong and the rustling of wind blowing through the leaves.

...

Thus.

David and the witches began cultivating quietly.

At the same time, they continued further exploration into the Bright World.

Deep in the Black Forest, lies the world’s most primal power.

Previously, he could only sense that energy but was unable to track and discover it through strength.

Now, he was the strongest in the Wizard World and could try to unveil everything truly hidden on this land.

This continent simultaneously connects the Wizard World and Abyssal Hell, with an abundance of Divine Spirits descending throughout ages, certainly hiding some secrets.

David stood deep in the Black Forest, surrounded by towering trees, branches interweaving, forming a world of shadow and darkness.

The air was thick with mysterious energy, as if it were the source of world power.

He took a deep breath, feeling the power from the Source of Bloodline within him faintly pulsing.

With continuous cultivation and exploration, he gradually realized the mysterious power flowing through his bloodline.

"Now is the time to reveal the secrets hidden in this land," he mused silently.

To David, this world was most fascinating, especially the Knight Power akin to that of Bloodline Mages.

He had a feeling that all secrets were undoubtedly hidden in the Black Forest.

Now he had initially mastered some Path of the Divine skills, vaguely sensing some unusual auras.

David closed his eyes and concentrated.

He immersed his consciousness in the powerful energy brought by the Source of Bloodline.

This energy surged like tides, making him feel both immensely intense and warm.

He started guiding this energy, connecting it with the surrounding environment.

At that instant, he seemed to see faintly flickering points of light, shining like stars in the darkness, gathering in a certain direction.

David’s mind was moved; he knew these light points were leading him to an unknown world.

As his consciousness delved deeper, the light points became ever brighter, eventually forming a transparent and flickering gate.

The gate was inlaid with intricate and ancient runes, which instantly activated, resonating in the air like whispers.

David contemplated for a moment.

Then, he urged the Source of Bloodline within him to transform into a clone.

As the clone approached the gate from the Source of Bloodline, a powerful attraction pulled him inside.

With a roar, the gate opened.

At the instant of entering the gate, he seemed to be swept into a raging storm.

When his vision cleared again, he found himself in a brand-new space.

David slowly opened his eyes, and the scene around him was surprising.

He was standing in a crimson world, the sky seemingly stained with blood, emitting a dark and uncanny glow.

Rivers as red as liquid flowed on the ground, surrounded by twisted and bizarre plants that seemed to tremble continuously, as if breathing.

David stood in this crimson world, feeling a strong sense of oppression and an invisible threat.

His intuition told him that this place was not the mysterious and beautiful world he imagined, but a place filled with darkness and despair.

David slowly adapted to this crimson world, the sights around him leaving him both shocked and uneased.

The sky was gloomy like blood, resembling a never-ending nightmare, and the crimson rivers on the ground flowed slowly, seemingly whispering the tragic stories that once happened here.

The twisted and bizarre plants around trembled in the breeze like countless pairs of lurking and hungry eyes, watching this newcomer.

"Unexpectedly, a brand-new world has indeed opened again."

"But what sort of place is this? Could it be related to the Bloodline Knight?"

David pondered silently.

He traversed from the Black Forest, initially seeking power and knowledge, but unexpectedly entered such a twisted and terrifying new world.

He cautiously explored this land, hoping to find some clues to unravel the secrets behind the Blood Prison World.

While he was pondering, he noticed several humans chained ahead, their faces haggard and expressions dazed.

David’s heart shook; they were a group of people forced into slavery, like ghosts trapped in despair on this land.

Among them, one seemingly ordinary, yet remarkably different human caught his attention.

The man appeared to be in his twenties; he was thin and tired, but his eyes revealed a trace of steadfastness and stubbornness, starkly contrasting with the others around him.

David quickly approached, concealing his energy to avoid attracting attention from other slaves and their overseers.

After a brief observation, he found that this young man seemed to have a clear and keen perception of everything happening around.

He focused his mind, directing his consciousness onto that young man.

In his heart, a bright light flashed, as if traversing time and space.

As his consciousness delved into the young man’s memories’ depths, scene after scene flooded in like tides—

Those blurry and pale figures were plunged into despair and anger when first captured.

The instruments in those crimson laboratories were used by Blood Demons to conduct brutal experiments on them.

Even that tearing, suffocating laughter, those high and mighty rulers manipulating these lives as if toying with ants...

"This... This is my hometown!" the young man’s voice suddenly rang out, echoing in the sea of memories.

The subsequent scenes transformed endlessly: a peaceful little village, laughter, children freely running in the fields...

But these visions were soon mercilessly torn apart, the joy instantly vanished, engulfed by darkness.