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Chapter 175 The Ancient Tree of the Divine Age, "Chijera"

For the mystics of that world, Salem, the town of Boston, was chosen because it was a holy site for mystics.

This is the last place where "magic" and "gods" appeared, the final resting place of the ancient gods. Countless mystics have found ancient information in Salem and deciphered new rituals. Even today, these rituals remain treasures of certain schools of thought.

In Boston, there are ancient relics of both the sky god "Smoke Mirror" and the sun god "Feathered Serpent" from North American mythology. Many colonists put these ancient relics left by the temples into their own museums under the guise of "protection" to facilitate the study of the occult.

It wasn't just the Age of Gods; Boston also experienced the only magical event since the Age of Gods in the early Age of Exploration, before the establishment of the America. This magic was said to be related to an ancient god, but all records have been deleted. However, careful searching can still reveal clues.

The abundance of taboo knowledge here has made Boston the second most mysterious place in the world after the Fog City.

Therefore, many mystics hide themselves as professors at Boston University, Harvard, and MIT, just to gain a superficial identity while coming here at any time to freeload and see if they can be lucky enough to find usable ancient texts and relics again.

Therefore, this occult ritual took place in Salem, Boston, and included not only the occultists hidden in Boston, but also countless scholars from all over the world. They were all teachers from top universities, but at this moment, all they wanted was to recreate the magical concentration of the Age of Gods and lift the restrictions on magic in this small town of Salem, or even smaller, in Boston.

This is what is commonly referred to as the resurgence of spiritual energy (mysticism).

And the old mystic Austin was one of them. Mystics are a group of people who are crazy about the divine age and magic. Their life's ideal is magic. They would even die for the sake of seeing magic.

Therefore, in this environment, an extremely complex occult ritual was set up in the town of Salem. A large number of occultists worked together for several years to finally complete the setup.

They launched a ritual, intending to begin a mysterious revival centered on the town of Salem.

The bad news is that they failed and were unable to successfully replicate the magical concentration and domain of the Age of Gods.

The good news is that they successfully summoned the "Ancient Gods" of the Age of Gods!
It was a majestic tree with an incredibly extensive root system that could penetrate several kilometers underground and even reach deeper into the earth's crust, a mysterious place that no technology or mysticism could explore.

The tree roots intertwined like sick snakes, arching up the surrounding earth and splitting it into a spider web. The thickest root burrowed into the remaining silt in the nearby river, frantically absorbing energy, and at its end grew scale-like protrusions resembling those of a lizard.

If this were in Northern Europe, they might actually believe they had summoned the "World Tree," but this is Boston, and all the mystics in North America have tried to connect this tree with their mystical culture, but they have been unable to find any connection.

However, it is clear that this ancient tree is an ancient plant. According to research, it has been alive for at least hundreds of thousands of years and has fully experienced the Age of Gods. Even mystics have successfully extracted what they have been dreaming of from the branches of the ancient tree.

magic!

They were driven to greed and madness by it. The news had already spread within the small circles of occultism, and everyone was in an uproar. The hope for a revival of the mystical was just around the corner.

So they named the ancient tree "Jera," which means "end of an era" in the native language. They believed that they were about to usher in a new era, an era of magic, and that the ancient tree represented the end of the current era.

And because they wanted to use this ancient tree as a catalyst for a global catastrophe, they added the prefix "Gi" before "Gera," meaning "the whole world."

Thus, the ancient tree named "Chigela" took root in Salem, a small town near Boston!
……

Xue Law: "..."

Oh ho, it’s over!
The memory breaks down here, and Xue even suspects that all the mystics died when they summoned the ancient tree, and the remaining memories are just the fantasies of these mystics before they died.

Whether by coincidence or by some unseen arrangement, Xue Dinglu felt that the world was beyond saving after seeing the name "Zijiela".

Upon waking from the dream, Xue Dinglu tentatively asked, "Is there any hope for that world?"

Although he had no memory of what happened afterward, if it weren't for the coincidence, he knew it was all over when the name "Zijera" came out.

[It's hopeless, awaiting annihilation.]

The world consciousness responded directly.

Xue Law: "..."

He knew that the parallel world clones created by Earth were meant to serve as dumping grounds, to be burned together once the dumping grounds were full.

However, while he was still alive, Xue Law still felt that it was worth saving him, essentially just throwing away the trash while keeping the original trash can, instead of burning the trash can along with it.

However, he is not panicking now. After experiencing the fairy tale world, he understands that the more panicked he is, the more likely he is to make mistakes. After all, the problem is big, and panicking will not help.

With Qi Jiela already out, it's unthinkable what other monsters and demons might emerge from behind Xue Law.

The ancient Greek world consciousness was too precious to destroy because so much had been invested; the later parallel worlds, with less investment, would probably be so easily destroyed without a second thought. So, is there such a benefit to banning magic...?

Xue Ludao grumbled as he turned his gaze to the old mystic in the consciousness space. He found that the old mystic hadn't slept all night. The original 84 pages of A4 paper had been completely organized in order and logically. He had also picked up a piece of paper and made countless additions to the manuscript. The dense data in those additions could be used as study notes for the manuscript.

Judging from his crazed state, he's probably still in a state of extreme high. Xue Lude can more or less understand his current state. After reading part of the mystic's memories, he understands that these people are only "human" in a physiological sense.

But its essence and humanity have been distorted; it is a madman who will stop at nothing for magic.

They are a group of people who fall between ordinary people and magicians. They have neither the freedom of ordinary people who are indifferent to everything, nor the real abilities and wisdom of magicians. They see the possibilities and new world of magic through the small hole, but they themselves sing the song of tears behind bars and can never reach the reality of using magic.

So when he saw Xue's magic, he went completely mad. When he learned real magic from Xue, even if it was just the most basic Holy Light spell, even if it was just a draft of a fairy tale magic that was completely unusable, he had a strong urge to "die for it".

Xue now knew how to deal with this kind of person. This old man was not a bad person, but he was definitely not a good person either. He was the kind of person who was absolutely neutral. Perhaps for him, if he could master magic and use it to slaughter innocent people, he would definitely not show any mercy.

But if the condition for learning magic is to become a saint, he will also make himself a true saint who cuts off his own flesh to feed the eagle. Everything is for magic, and he is willing to do anything for magic.

Now, Xue Luding was looking at the old man inside his body as he got up and glanced at his class schedule. His life was too relaxed. He would skip required classes and elective classes, and sometimes he would skip all of them when he was on a business trip.

Because there are only a few students majoring in disaster medicine, the teacher can tell whether Schrödinger's Law applies or not as soon as class starts.

Today was a busy day with many classes, and just as he was about to leisurely eat breakfast before heading to school, he suddenly heard the extremely excited shouts of the mystic in his consciousness space.

"It's done, it's done, I did it! Hehe, hehehehehe, hahaha!!!" The excited voice seemed to pierce Xue Luding's eardrums and reach his thoughts.

There's a kind of beauty that comes from a madman going crazy.

Xue Law: "..."

What's got you so excited?

Xue Dinglu arrived directly in the consciousness space and saw this person lying on the manuscript, checking his manuscript against Old Watson's manuscript bit by bit. Then, he saw Xue Dinglu and immediately said excitedly.

"Your Excellency, I've succeeded! I've finally recreated one of his spells with the help of this unknown predecessor's great manuscript!" Austin exclaimed excitedly, holding up his achievement.

Then, the next moment, I heard him begin chanting and activating his magical "hypnotic spell"!
Xue Law: "..."

After all that, it turns out to be this technique...

The hypnosis in fairy tales is quite different from that in Japanese dramas. It means exactly what it says: it can put people to sleep quickly, rather than being written as "hypnosis" and read as "mind control" in Japanese dramas.

The hypnosis in fairy tales is simply putting someone to sleep; it's equivalent to deceiving the other person's hippocampus and making them drowsy.

But the most amazing thing about this hypnosis is that the person who falls asleep can remain in a state of not eating or drinking for hundreds or thousands of years, without any metabolism, and will be in almost the same physiological state after waking up as before falling asleep.

Of course, after reading the spell, he discovered that this magical ability was no longer there. Although it could still reduce metabolism, it was now more of a spell that made others sleepy.

It was a rather interesting little technique, and Xue decided to keep it in his library, since it might come in handy for something like lulling someone to sleep.

While a similar effect can be achieved through the manifestation of fantasy, he can't possibly conjure up a sleeping tea and force-feed it to someone, can he?
"Not bad, to achieve such a breakthrough in just one day," Xue Dinglu said to Austin, offering his encouragement.

“No, it’s all because of your kindness to me. Whether it’s the Holy Light spell or this manuscript from the senior, they are priceless treasures to me. I can never repay your kindness.” The mystic clearly knew how to distinguish between the two, and he immediately began to speak.

Xue Law: "..."

He wasn't quite sure what was going on in the old scholar's mind, but looking at him, Xue Dinglu said, "Do you want to know where my Holy Light magic comes from?"

The mystic was taken aback, then saw an intense excitement emanating from him beneath his monocle.

So Xue Dinglu didn't waste any words, handed him his phone, opened "Ultraman," and said, "Watch more tokusatsu shows; you can learn about improving magic from them."

Mystic: "???"

(End of this chapter)