Moransiu was holding a book, which contained various formulas for magic potions from low-level to high-level. Such a book, if placed in the Holy Spirit Continent, would undoubtedly immediately trigger large-scale bloodshed. Regardless of which country this kind of formula book is placed in, it would elevate the strength of that country by at least one level.
Moransiu widened his eyes as he quickly skimmed through the formulas and then carefully tucked the book into his arms. Becoming a magic alchemist wouldn't be bad.
Next, Moransiu opened the second book. At first glance, it looked no different from the first one, but upon flipping through it, he realized it was a notebook. Although it was not signed, Moransiu was certain that it was definitely the notebook of a powerful individual.
"The Messenger of God has opened the curtain of a great war. That war was exceptionally brutal, with corpses of magicians and swordsmen scattered all over the battlefield. They bravely charged towards the enemy, disregarding their own blood flowing out of their bodies. That despicable traitor couldn't hold onto his faith."
"My warriors fought on the battlefield, and seeing them fall one by one pained my heart. How much I wanted to rush to the forefront and kill that despicable traitor, driving the Messenger of God back to his realm. But they were like rats, merely casting an evil undead curse on the rebel army, turning them into invincible monsters."
"Swords pierced through their bodies, magic buried them deep underground. But soon after, they would rise up again, full of ferocity, emerging from the ground. This scenario happened repeatedly in front of our warriors. But my warriors were not afraid; they bravely blew the horn against the enemy time and time again."
"That war lasted for a whole month. In the end, the Messenger of God appeared before me with that traitor, demanding that I hand over my sword. Haha, I never thought anyone would ask me to hand over my sword, the symbol of the Empire of Light. Even if I die in battle, I will not surrender."
"I know my magic power is depleted. Those undying traitors are once again surrounding us. My last royal guards finally dragged my exhausted body back as we retreated. In the end, the rebels occupied the capital. They celebrated jubilantly, and the flags flying in the capital's sky were replaced with another."
"During the retreat, a hundred royal guards died in battle. After several days of preparation, I finally succeeded in concocting the 'Deep Blue' potion, which is an extremely powerful magic potion. After using 'Deep Blue,' my body was filled with unparalleled strength."
"After the last royal guard fell in battle, I, alone, fought my way back to my former capital. That damn traitor and the Messenger of God looked at me in horror as I returned."
"'Deep Blue' potion truly lives up to its legendary status as the most potent magic potion. It granted me formidable combat power once again. After three days of battle, I finally killed the Messenger of God. I remember vividly, my forbidden black magic pierced a large hole through his chest before he died. The look in his eyes before his death, I remember it clearly."
"After killing the Messenger of God, I had no strength left. That cowardly traitor, frightened, dared not order anyone to kill me. I laughed heartily and left the capital alone, heading to the edge of the country."
"Because I killed the Messenger of God, God's wrath fell upon the humans of the Holy Spirit Continent, cursing them with an evil curse. Humans on the Holy Spirit Continent can no longer use magic techniques and sword techniques smoothly. Haha, he underestimated me. I stored magic techniques and sword techniques from low to high levels in magic stones. The power stored in these magic stones can unblock the meridians obstructing humans."
"I know my time is running out, and I cannot create a better cultivation method. I can only temporarily record one method of cultivation. This way, humans can still cultivate magic and qi. However, magicians can only communicate with elements and absorb them through their hands, and swordsmen can only slowly form inner strength through training in their bodies. It will be much slower this way."
"I hope that after I die, someone will fulfill my unfulfilled wish, to create a better cultivation method on the Holy Spirit Continent, no longer affected by that damn curse."
"Before I die, I want to write down a piece of history..."
The contents recorded in the notebook were extensive, mostly about the stories of the Bright Continent. This notebook was written by King Sisang himself. The destruction of the Empire of Light, which he single-handedly created, was actually due to God's jealousy, which surprised Moransiu quite a bit. One person's achievements could make even God jealous. What kind of realm had King Sisang's achievements reached?
Moransiu could imagine the brutality of the war at that time. God sent his messenger, seducing a prince of the Empire of Light at the time, causing him to rebel and start a war. Using God's power, his warriors became invincible. The last, largest-scale battle lasted for a whole month.
The deaths of magicians and swordsmen on the battlefield were countless. One can imagine what kind of feelings they had when facing those undying monsters.
Moransiu felt a wave of sadness. King Sisang, indeed, was a peerless talent.
Through this notebook, Moransiu roughly understood some reasons why there were fewer and fewer magicians on the continent.
Magicians practiced magic by communicating with and absorbing elements from the outside world. Five thousand years ago, magicians could absorb elements through every part of their bodies, but now they could only communicate with elements through their hands. Thus, the practice of magic became much slower and more difficult.
"But why am I different from them?" Moransiu furrowed his brows in confusion.
When he started practicing magic, Moransiu could indeed only sense active magical elements with his hands. However, as time passed and he spent more time practicing, he gradually could feel and absorb elements from every part of his body.
Moransiu shook his head, not having an answer to this.
"The meridians of the human body are like invisible ropes that bind them, hindering the exchange between the human body and elements. The meridians on the hands are the only ones with gaps. So, humans can only use their hands to sense elements." Moransiu pondered.
"The use of magic techniques is completely restricted. Humans cannot transmit the magic power stored in their bodies through meridians to the outside world to merge with external elements to form magic. Even the meridians on the hands cannot do so. Therefore, it is necessary to use the magic stored in magic stones, which is actually a kind of energy used to unblock the blocked meridians. Moreover, each magic technique requires specific energy to unblock. Engravers of magic techniques emerged only after that." Moransiu understood several questions.
After thousands of years of inheritance, humans had gradually become accustomed to this slow cultivation.
"No wonder I, a level three magician, can use intermediate magic like Fireball. Perhaps the magicians five thousand years ago were similar to me." Moransiu nodded, collecting the notebook as well.
"But where is the body of the Great Emperor?" Returning to the initial problem,
it seemed that King Sisang was indeed buried here, but the question was, why was there no body?
Moransiu puzzledly cast his gaze back to the table and found another piece of paper in the same color where the two books were placed."