Eternal Eye of Insight

  Living creatures that have been rolling in the depths for over a hundred years, no matter how dull they are, will also have some intuition about the impending danger, especially when it comes to life and death.

  Mephisto Disandoro's reaction was extremely sharp, and in the split second that the mouse appeared before him, he sensed danger and immediately activated his sacred domain amulet. The virtual and real intertwined protective shield instantly isolated him from space, and he calmed down to observe again before deciding whether to run or fight. However, when he saw the mouse's paws penetrate the protective shield without any hindrance, he was suddenly frightened, kicked both legs, flapped his wings to stir the air, and jumped backward with all his might.

  However, the dark-glowing sharp claws had already torn through the defense a moment earlier, fiercely piercing into the demon's flesh and blood!

  Pfft!

  The demon let out a mournful howl, covering his bleeding eye socket as he retreated backward. However, the battle instincts honed over a hundred years of life and death struggles told him that the danger had only just begun. He didn't have time to worry about his blinded left eye, quickly guiding the energy within his body, nor did he have time for prayers or incantations. With a burst of chaotic, primitive magical energy, he simply blasted everything out!

  Sorcerers are usually beings with a high affinity for chaotic energy, who can guide their magical powers by instinct, without the need for in-depth study or highly advanced techniques, casting spells as crudely and directly as savages.

  However, due to the casting conditions not being as stringent as those of a classic caster, the destructive power of an evil caster on a chaotic battlefield is extremely terrifying. The energy of the five chaotic teams appears out of thin air, and the powerful explosion shatters countless withered alien trees around, revealing the underlying rock and lava beneath.

  A sharp cry burst out, and the cunning devil standing not far away was blown over by the explosion, falling towards a sea of molten lava.

  He let out a sharp, terrified scream while wildly waving his arms and legs, fortunately grabbing onto a rock, then breathed a sigh of relief, scrambling up the rocky layer.

  "It's too terrifying! The great Lakras is going to escape, absolutely cannot die here."

  The mouse Beren made a surprise attack, flipping half a circle in the air, and when it landed on the ground, it saw the chaotic energy rushing towards its face. It dodged into the shadows, and after the evil explosion dissipated, it reappeared in its original position, but the demon had already flown away flapping its wings.

  After just one round of confrontation, seeing that his magic burst didn't cause any harm to the opponent, Mei Mo knew that he was probably no match for this deformed old mouse. Although the demon was frantic, it generally wouldn't throw itself into death when it knew it was outmatched. Having lived for several hundred years, Mei Mo naturally possessed this rationality; otherwise, he would have died long ago.

  So he unfolded his wings and flew swiftly away from the battlefield, covering his left eye which was dripping with blood, and cursed in his heart.

  "Damn freak! Half-breed! I'll get revenge, just you wait! I'm going to eat you up! Use your fur to braid a new whip!"

  However, the dizziness that suddenly appeared in his mind told him that wanting to escape was not so easy. The demon fainted for a while, but being in mid-air, it didn't take long before he was blown awake by the cold wind and quickly flew high again until the area where spiritual power could no longer reach.

  He rejoiced for a moment, then looked down at the mouse on the ground and burst out laughing loudly, his voice shrill: "Too weak! With this level of power, you can only intimidate a mouse, you deformed hybrid!"

  He laughed maniacally as he spread his wings, circling a few dozen feet above the mouse's head. To him, this monster on the ground was nothing to be feared, as long as it couldn't fly, it was no match for him.

  This gave him a new idea - perhaps he could use aerial combat to take down this thorny opponent?

  He suddenly regained his confidence in fighting again, and the range of pure energy attacks was much greater than that of spiritual power.

  But just a few seconds after this idea emerged, he knew he was too naive.

  The mouse looked at the dancing demon in the air, twitched its nose, narrowed its eyes and showed a disdainful expression.

  He rolled his throat, opened his small mouth, aimed at the demon's position, and dozens of pure golden flashes shot out from his throat with a "hiss" sound. They were over a dozen golden needles, several inches long, speeding so fast that they left no shadow. The demon couldn't imagine how such long objects could come out of the mouse's body, which was only two inches long, and even more unbelievable was that they could fly so fast.

  But he was too late to think about that, and as he let out a scream and turned to flee again, his wings had already been pierced by dozens of dense golden arrows, with holes leaking air all over, and his body twisted and fell towards the ground.

  The old mouse walked with small steps towards where the demon fell...

  ……

  When Penny recovered from the dizziness of being transported from the Star Realm, she found herself in a vast and quiet hall, where a group of red-robed Taoist priests were walking back and forth beside bookshelves filled with a huge number of books, the atmosphere was silent and orderly.

  Pan Ni raised an eyebrow, it was rare to see a black-robed apprentice here, formal red robes occupied the vast majority, and the simple yet elegant decorations around him told him that this place was absolutely not ordinary.

  His perceptual domain hinted to him that the stone statue creatures decorated on the corridor were real, and had been specially strengthened with magic. If someone walking among them made a slight mistake in their footsteps, they would be attacked by the group.

  The ground was not flat, but the uneven imprint made people step on it, and their minds naturally felt at ease, unconsciously inclined to silence - at least letting Pan Ni's doubts in her heart not ask questions for the first time.

  "What is this place."

  "This is the Eternal Watchtower of El'goroth, the highest institution of the Prophecy Department." The response did not come from the taciturn Zhan Huashi, but a bespectacled female Red Robe. Of course, there was no need to elaborate on her appearance - all Red Robes, male or female, were bald. Pan Ni didn't dare show any disrespect or make observations that might lead to misunderstandings towards this female Red Robe - the edge of her long robe's collar was embroidered with a thread of cyan silk.

  This is a higher ring guide who has reached the seventh level of spellcasting.

  Penny immediately became solemn and vigilant, afraid of making any impolite moves.

  At the same time, he felt that he was being peeped at by a force for a while, mostly because of some kind of probing magic. Then he saw this female mage frowning and facing Jian Hua Shi who had not spoken all along:

  "Are you sure this is the one you've set your sights on?"

  "I've been watching him for eight whole years," said Dean Jahn, and Penny's eyebrows furrowed slightly in surprise, not just at the dean's words but also at his tone towards this high-ranking Ringmaster - even if they weren't from the same school of thought, as a Ringmaster himself, could he really speak to another high-ranking Master with such a flat, almost dismissive tone?

  Is there another reason?

  Penny's mind started racing, wondering if her boss had a hidden identity, but after all, he was still a novice when it came to understanding the Red Robe Association - having spent eight years in a low-level academy and more than half a year in a mid-level academy, he had only focused on studying magic spells, and hadn't done much research on the gossip of the association.

  At least it's much better than other soon-to-be-red-armors.

  After a futile bout of mind-wandering, he refocused his attention on the conversation unfolding before him. A phenomenon that left him even more astonished was that upon hearing Zhan Hua's words laced with cold indifference and devoid of any respect, this high-ranking female instructor didn't exhibit the slightest hint of displeasure.

  Penny had originally suspected that the red robe was a disguised courtesy, but after hearing Zhan Huashi's words, the female lawyer looked at Penny again with renewed seriousness. This made Penny understand that Zhan Huashi's words carried significant weight in this female lawyer's heart.

  So he had even more inexplicable speculations in his mind.

  "Well, in that case, let's try it out first, but I don't dare guarantee that Mother will agree with your choice." The female lawyer said calmly.

  This series of conversations left Penny perplexed, but he roughly understood that he had been targeted by Zhan Huashi and became a candidate for something, seemingly also related to the female lawyer's mother.

  But as for what exactly it was, Penny couldn't imagine anything and could only suppress her curiosity.

  He will know when the time comes.

  A good thing can't become bad, and a bad thing can't become good.

  "I think he's suitable." Zhan Huashi said to the female lawyer, then turned to Penny: "You follow this Oshea instructor to meet a big shot, and within a month, if I don't come looking for you, don't leave that big shot's jurisdiction."

  Panny nodded solemnly and then bowed to a high-ranking Ringmaster named Oshea.

  "It's on the house." Oshea waved his hand casually at the law master, then turned to Jianhua: "You're leaving now?"

  "Uh-huh."

  "Wishing you good luck, come back alive." The senior ring master said to Zhan Huashi who was gradually disappearing. When Penny heard this, a strange idea suddenly appeared in her mind - with such a tone of conversation, could it be that these two middle-aged men and women have a base?

  At this time, Oshea beckoned to him, and Penny gathered his thoughts and followed the high-ranking red robe into a deeper hall. Along the way, doubts kept surfacing in his mind, not only because Zhan Huashi had brought him to this place without saying a word and then left, but also because the female red robe's words "come back alive" when the principal left made him feel somewhat uneasy, with heavy thoughts weighing on his mind.

  "Do you have any questions?" The corridor was very long, probably several hundred feet, winding and curving, with countless rooms on both sides.

  Just after walking through a passageway and turning a corner, another longer one appeared, and Oseria suddenly asked a question.

  "Huh?" Penny was taken aback, still in a daze.

  "If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask. Don't be shy. A prophet has nothing to fear." Oshea said so.

  "Is that the only terrifying spell you have besides prophecy? Penny muttered to herself, but she didn't think her doubts were worth keeping secret: "Excuse me... will the principal be in danger?"

  He didn't ask Janssen what he was going to do because Janssen hadn't told him, probably thinking Penny shouldn't know about these things.

  He already knows too much, if he knew more, it would be fatal.

  "Danger?" Osyth's footsteps stopped and he turned back, his eyes gazing indifferently at Penny: "Do you think being a Red Robe Mage is supposed to be a safe profession?"

  "...". Pennett was suddenly speechless.

  Oshea gazed at Penny, carefully observing the expression on the mage's face, and suddenly his expression softened a bit:

  "It seems your concern is genuine after all, and it's not unreasonable for him to choose you."

  "Let's keep going." Oshea paused for a moment, then turned his head and continued walking forward.

  "Lord Oshea..." After walking a short distance, Penny hesitated for a moment, perhaps thinking that this high-ranking mentor wasn't so difficult to talk to after all. Summoning up some courage, she spoke up: "Just now, the principal said he's been paying attention to me for eight years... but back then, I had just entered school..."

  "It's not surprising, the mentors assigned to lower-tier academies will assess the quality of their students shortly after each new batch of recruits joins. They decide which ones are likely to stay and which ones will be eliminated early on." Oshea said slowly, her voice rich and resonant, echoing in the corridor with a hollow feeling: "Among these students, those who meet the mentor's expectations will receive follow-up observation and special care, including those exceptionally gifted children..."

  "Hmm..." Panni was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly a sense of absurdity arose in her heart.

  "You seem very strange."

  "It's strange... those classmates who were the most talented..." Penny said halfway, suddenly feeling that saying the next sentence would be very impolite, so she hurriedly shut her mouth.

  "If you didn't die at the hands of your classmates, then you were killed by your instructor, right?" Oslera seemed to understand Panni's confusion.

  Panni nodded, still puzzled as to why the red-robed master would kill off the best part of his students. Some mentors attributed this reason to being afraid that their own status would be threatened, but no matter how Panni thought about it, he felt that this kind of reason was absurd.

  "This is certainly a misunderstanding. Didn't any of the exceptionally talented students from your time survive to graduation?" Osler asked.

  "Uh... that's them..." Penny suddenly remembered that in every batch of excellent students, there were always one or two who didn't stand out but managed to survive, although compared to those who died, this proportion was so low it could be ignored. Penny was about to say "they just got lucky", when she suddenly realized: "Could they be the ones chosen by the instructor?"

  "The Red Robe Masters will not easily give up any excellent apprentice." Osera smiled: "When you officially become a Red Robe Master, you'll understand why those apprentices died. They all had reasons to die."

  Benjamin fell silent, apparently his understanding of the Red Cloak Society was still superficial.

  "You can't possibly understand these things now, so just do some preparatory work for your promotion while you're staying here." Osella said this as he turned the second corner, and the corridor also came to an end. A small door was right there, and as the two of them approached, it automatically opened.

  Inside, the furnishings were simple: several rows of bookshelves filled with books, a small bed, and a round table with a crystal ball on it. A short and thin woman sat in a small chair beside the table.

  Osler led Penny into the room and bowed to the back:

  "Mother, Zhan Huashi's disciple has been brought over."

  Panni also bowed, then slightly raised her eyes to observe the back of the seated figure. This person had a head full of silver hair that reached all the way down to the floor, and their long robe almost covered it up completely. Judging from the wrinkled hand pressed against the crystal ball, they should be quite old.

  "It's already here." The woman's soft voice didn't reveal her specific age, but when she turned around and exposed the golden lace on the front of her long gown, Penny's heart still skipped a beat despite being mentally prepared.

  This is a seat instructor.

  ……

  Abyss.

  That noble demon was bound by heavy, rune-etched silver iron chains - the same thing that heart-stealing mages used to tie up their experimental subjects, now being put to this kind of use.

  Disandoro was covered in wounds, his blood dripping down, and he had lost all his arrogance. This wasn't due to Belen's cruelty - it was squatting on the side, studying the spoils of war - the demon's magical artifact.

  In front of the demon, Amordrakras was ecstatically waving various iron torture instruments, holding a contract in one hand and jumping on his feet towards the demon, shouting wildly: "You self-conceited fool, Lakras gives you one last chance to become the servant of my great master, or I'll roast you alive!"

  The mouse listened to this speechless interrogation, suddenly felt bored - it had been in the abyss for a while, and began to miss some 'relatives' in the main material world.

  Maybe I should take the opportunity to go back and have a look.

  It swallowed several magical treasures and gave birth to such an idea before falling asleep.