Zhao Hai only felt his head hurt. It was a constant pain. A lot of things had suddenly appeared in his head. That feeling was even more painful than losing sleep for ten days.
Zhao Hai had a very strange feeling. He felt like he was dreaming, but at the same time, he felt as if his soul had already transcended his body and was in a very wonderful state.
Zhao Hai's understanding of magic was still too little. How long had the history of written spirits been on earth? It had only been a few thousand years. How long had the written records of Rick been on the ark continent? It had been tens of thousands of years.
It had taken earth a few thousand years to develop the mechanical civilization to an unimaginable level. The mechanical civilization on the ark continent had almost never advanced. They had spent the last few thousand years developing the magic civilization. Under such circumstances, how far could the magic civilization go? Zhao Hai had never thought about it before.
