“This is what I drew myself. The Civilized Masters of the ten thousand races are the type that soar into the sky. If the divine inscriptions manifest and I defeat them, will they be absorbed by me?”
Su Yu was considering a profound question!
The blood essence of the ten thousand races could help him open the atlas.
The divine inscriptions of the ten thousand races could help him nourish the divine inscriptions.
Then... What was the ten thousand races?
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For three days, Su Yu was reading books.
He only read once and would not read a second time. He did not want to spend too much time reading and break some precious originals.
He did not know many languages and only found 12 original copies of the ten thousand races that he could read.
Even so, reading 12 books in three days was already a lot.
Reading this required willpower.
Every time he read it, Su Yu would need to spend one or two hours to recover his willpower.
