Chapter Twenty: The Pyramid of Magic

"This is the greatest miracle of our magical world—the Miracle Magic Pyramid. Our family is both its designer and builder," Peter said proudly, gesturing toward the colossal pyramid before them.

The pyramid was indeed magnificent, soaring into the clouds. Its summit radiated dazzling brilliance, refracting sunlight into a spectrum of rainbow colors. Its surface was smooth as a mirror, sparkling like crystal, enveloped in a hazy glow that bestowed an exquisite beauty upon the entire structure.

"Well, what do you think? Perfect like a work of art, isn't it? Not only is it a masterpiece of artistic achievement, but it is also the most extraordinary magical artifact," Peter's eyes gleamed with a peculiar light.

"Our family began constructing the Miracle Magic Pyramid five hundred years ago, and soon, it will be completed in my hands. Endless glory will belong to me and my family!" Peter's figure trembled, his gaze burning with fanaticism.

"The Miracle Magic Pyramid will resurrect my ancestors. How laughable and pathetic the royal family is—they think they're harnessing magic to revive their useless kin. The magical families shall rise again! The worthless royals are nothing but swept-away dust and trash of history." Wu Ming felt that Peter's actions were somewhat shameless—using the royal family to accomplish his own ends, then casting them aside without a second thought. Such a person was a true petty villain, not worthy of any friendship. Still, these matters seemed to have little to do with Wu Ming and his companions; after all, it was a problem for the Western magical world, and they were merely passing through to exchange medicine. As long as their own interests weren't affected, Wu Ming had no desire to get involved in such chaos.

As Wu Ming and the others pondered Peter's character, a loud explosion sounded from the southern side of the pyramid, accompanied by wisps of blue smoke.

"Honorable Grand Magus, there’s a riot at the construction site near the pyramid! Please hurry and suppress it!" A wind mage rushed over, bloodstains mottling his robes.

"Is such a trivial matter really worthy of my attention? Where is Grand Magus Wayne? If he can't handle this by sundown, he can end himself!" Peter waved his hand dismissively, clearly unconcerned.

"Your henchman Wayne has already been slain by us. You can join him, you heartless creature!" The wind mage, kneeling in report, suddenly flung three hidden darts from his sleeve. In an instant, he unleashed several magical scrolls and swiftly conjured blades of wind to strike.

"Die, then! Compressed Wind Blade Technique!" As the attacks converged upon Peter's head, leaving no room to dodge, the wind mage's face lit up with joy and relief.

"You think you can ambush me with such crude tricks? This pathetic disguise would never fool me!" A shell-like shield appeared around Peter, completely blocking the wind mage's surprise assault.

The shockwave, however, swept toward Wu Ming and his group.

"Amitabha!" Monk Luokong uttered a Buddhist chant, and a giant golden guardian instantly appeared before them, not even stirring a speck of dust.

Boom! The wind mage's body swelled and rushed at Peter, detonating himself in a violent explosion.

"Ah, what was the point of this?" For the first time, Music showed a sorrowful expression, immediately casting golden bell-shaped shields over everyone, protecting them from the flying flesh and blood.

"Amitabha," Monk Luokong sighed, beginning to chant prayers for the wind mage's soul.

"Hahaha! With these few insignificant rebels, how could they ever stir up trouble?" Peter was merely forced two steps back by the tragic self-detonation, completely unscathed—his clothes weren't even slightly torn. The ground was littered with fragments of flesh, a disturbing sight. Strangely, Wu Ming felt no discomfort at all. Was he born indifferent to such horrors?

"Come, everyone, let us go and see! I shall show you the Pyramid's even greater power. Though it is currently only seventy percent activated, it still possesses earth-shattering might!"

Without waiting for consent, a strange force swept them away to an unfamiliar place. This force seemed to be the very will of the magical world itself—as long as one was within its bounds, it was impossible to resist.

"Is this the will that governs the entire world?" Wu Ming wondered, uneasy.

"Chief Wu Ming, you are indeed knowledgeable. The true purpose of our ancestral Miracle Magic Pyramid was to control the world. In the past, everyone thought our family was mad, but now, success is within my grasp. I have already mastered half of the world's will. When the pyramid is fully completed, I will control over seventy percent. Then, this magical world shall become my private domain! Hahahaha!" Peter laughed wildly, his mind seemingly unhinged. Wu Ming couldn't help recalling a saying: 'Whom the gods would destroy, they first drive mad.'

"Not at all, not at all! I still have a long way to go in cultivation," Wu Ming replied evasively, using polite words to deflect. He truly disliked Peter, and all his compliments merely served to boast about the Miracle Magic Pyramid.