Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

"Awesome, isn't it?" He walked up to Lord and spoke with a tone full of respect. "'Origin', that's what later generations of magicians used to call it. It's the cornerstone of human magical civilization and the first beacon that illuminates the path of human exploration of magic."

Lord and Celie both looked at him.

Akaf's eyes were filled with admiration as he looked at the ancient book on the enchantment magic: "Before Lord Lord, magic was a power that humans could not master at all, and no magician had ever appeared among humans.

Those powerful magics are also controlled by various races and will never be passed on to other races. Humans don't even have the opportunity to come into contact with them."

He pointed to the vast collection of magical books around him and said, "But Lord Lord, he has accomplished a feat unprecedented in history."

"He studied the magic of various races and created a variety of new magic based on this. He also compiled the first magic book for mankind together with Holy King Norn."

"In this book, he explains for the first time the nature of magic, what magic really is."

“It is not a gift from God, but a special energy that exists in everything in the world and in ourselves.”

"He even proposed a clear theory of magical talent, explaining why different people are good at different types of magic."

Akaf's tone became increasingly excited: "More importantly, Mr. Lord's magic system laid the foundation for all subsequent magic!"

"Whether it's elemental magic, arcane magic, defensive magic, or even advanced fields like holy magic, the core magic operation formula cannot be separated from the magic system designed in Lord Lord's book."

"At Saint Katia, the greatest magic academy in human history, and indeed at other magic academies on the continent, the first lesson for students is to study Lord Lord's 'Holy Book of Origin'!"

Acuff's voice echoed in the quiet library, full of heartfelt admiration.

Several passing magic scholars also stopped and listened quietly to this story that was extremely familiar to all magicians.

Lord listened quietly with no expression on his face, but Celia saw a flash of emotion in the depths of his eyes.

If only Norn could see this day.

The magic book that he and I wrote together would be so respected by later generations and have such a profound impact.

"Not only that," Akaf seemed to open up, "the magic system created by Lord Lord has profoundly influenced the research direction of all human magicians in later generations. Even people from other races come to read it.

Magic is not limited to destruction and destructiveness, but rather focuses on convenience, which is more conducive to the development of human civilization. The source of all this lies in this "Book of Origin."

He finally sighed, “Lord, he is not only the embodiment of wisdom, but also a god who guides human civilization into a new chapter.

It's a pity that there are so few records about him, like a myth, leaving only this immortal work and those vague legends."

Akaf shook his head and left with the book, leaving Lord and Celie standing in front of the booth.

Celia turned her head and looked at Lord's profile.

He was still looking up at the ancient book, his eyes seemed to penetrate thousands of years of time and see his former self.

"How does it feel?" Celie asked, with a hint of the man's usual teasing in her tone. "How does it feel to be worshipped like a god?"

Lord slowly lowered his head, a self-deprecating yet extremely relieved smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

He shook his head, his eyes sweeping over the scholars studying magic around him, and finally fell back on Celie.

"You know, I didn't think so at first. It feels..." He paused, as if trying to think of a better metaphor, "very strange."

“It’s like accidentally planting a seed, and when you look back a thousand years later, you find that it has not only grown into a towering tree, but has also extended into an entire forest.”

He reached out his hand, and through the void, his fingers gently stroked the cover of the book. "I simply want more people to learn magic, and to free humanity from its fate of wandering. That's all."

“But I’m still very satisfied.”

"I'm not satisfied with being worshipped as a god by them, but I'm simply satisfied to see that people in later generations have been able to develop such brilliant and diverse magical knowledge based on the magic I wrote. I'm also satisfied to see that magic has truly been integrated into human society, rather than just becoming a high-ranking ornament."

Lord searched for the right words to describe his current mood as best as possible.

When he and Norn wrote this magic book together, did they foresee the current result?

The answer is yes.

But Lord at that time had no idea of ​​immortality, so naturally he would not consider the situation today.

Celie listened quietly, seeing the relief and peace in Lord's eyes over the achievements made by humans on the path of magic.

She suddenly understood.

Why is it that this man, after possessing enough power to kill gods and even having achieved the possibility of immortality, is still obsessed with perfecting the magical formula that can change the essence of life?

This pursuit of magic is the most precious thing to the other person.

For him, the talent for creating magic is the result of a two-way effort, and only Lord can truly display this talent.

Just like the "Book of Origin" that he co-authored back then, it brought not only a new way for humans to learn magic, but also a new understanding of magic for all races in the world.

"Let's go." Lord retracted his gaze, took a last deep look at the ancient book that changed the world, and turned to Celie and said, "This place is great, but it's all in the past. We can't always look back. Besides, it's already outdated now."

He took Celia's slightly cold hand and held it in his palm.

"In the future," he said, looking at the sunlight reflecting through the window, "there is a new chapter waiting for us. This is the direction we should go."

Celie let him hold her hand, feeling the warmth from his palm.

She took a final glance at the "Book of Origin" that was protected by magical barriers and even enshrined on the altar by humans, and then looked at the living godslayer beside her.

He doesn't need to be enshrined on a pedestal.

He himself is that ray of light that keeps moving forward.

And I will always be with him.

Chapter 214 I, it’s me

In the northwest of the continent, there is an absolutely restricted area known as the "Land of the Fallen Gods".

This place was once the scar of the world, the place where gods fell, a battlefield where space was shattered and divine power was rampant, and the place where the godslayer Lord had his final showdown with the gods.

The enormous divine power that leaked out when the god died was not a blessing, but rather a polluted power of erosion and destruction that covered the vast land.

It was not a pure and harmless force like magic, but a sticky, pitch-black mud that seemed to have life.

It spread rapidly, squeezing out the original black fog and becoming the new ruler of the area.

Although the edge of the God's Falling Land was dangerous before the decisive battle, top magicians or warriors with special tools could still get close to it briefly to observe this dangerous area thanks to powerful defensive magic.

Now it is completely impossible.

Just by getting close, one can feel the terrifying power contained in this divine force that is like black mud.

For thousands of years, any life that dared to approach this place, whether it was a powerful monster or an adventurer, was corroded by this divine power, transformed into a violent monster and met its end.

Its horror has long surpassed physical destruction and has risen to a negation of existence itself.

However, this area that symbolizes death is quietly undergoing drastic changes, and this change has been going on for thousands of years.

Even in recent years, the changes here have been particularly obvious and have been noticed by some daring adventurers.

The power of time is the most powerful magician in the world, but in this land, there is also an existence that deliberately interferes.

Under the influence of both, the rolling black fog that was originally too thick to dissolve gradually became thinner over the long years, and the corrosive force receded bit by bit like the tide.

The absolute darkness that once covered the vision has now turned into twisted and charred rock layers deep inside. Even the suffocating smell of pollution has become faint.

One can even see the ancient battlefield left over from the great war between the God Slayer and the Gods. The black mud there used to be the thickest part, but now it has become as thin as mist.

All of this was discovered by the adventurers, but the news has not yet been fully spread.

Finally, on a seemingly ordinary day, the last wisp of thin black air like smoke completely dissipated.

The shackles that had imprisoned the earth for thousands of years were silently released.

After a thousand years, the sun finally shines on the charred and cracked earth.

There is no greenery, no vitality, only a desolate and dead silence that is so disturbing.

This is the true appearance of the Land of the Fallen Gods, a completely desolate ruin, but also a huge tombstone, recording the brutal battle that ended the mythological era.

Right in the very center of this dead and silent ruin, a subtle ripple appeared in the space.

Then, a figure appeared clearly as if emerging from the water.

The Demon King, Annaliese.

She walked barefoot on the barren land, but left no footprints, as if her existence itself produced some kind of wonderful resonance with the land.

Her appearance hadn't changed much from before, she still had that delicate face, but the aura around her had changed subtly.

At this moment, she felt a heart-pounding heaviness all over her body.

She was no longer standing on the Land of God's Destruction. She herself was the condensation and embodiment of the thousand-year-old corrosive force of this Land of God's Destruction!

She is what was left behind after this restricted area disappeared, a movable "core"!

She stopped and did not look back at the barren land that had seen the light of day again because of her. She just stood there quietly, feeling the complete and complete power in her body.

"It's been a thousand years..." she murmured, "Finally...complete fusion."

Her birth itself was the result of an incredible event.

Annaliese is not an original demon.

In the godslaying war a thousand years ago, Lord was forced to give up his old body in order to escape the pervasive erosion of the divine power.

However, the abandoned body, which should have been completely corroded and dissolved by the divine power, happened to encounter the corrosive divine power that leaked out when the god fell.

Lord's body once carried the authority of the Goddess of Life and contained powerful life potential.

The power of the goddess of fertility is full of darkness and corrosion.

At the core of the Land of God's Fall, the two opposing forces, like two dying beasts, began to devour and merge with each other.

This was not a conscious union, but a frantic struggle driven by pure instinct.

The remaining will in the power of the goddess of fertility did not want to die, and it hoped to use Lord's old body to revive.

However, the divine power of the Goddess of Life is its natural enemy, and the two are like water and fire and cannot coexist.

But even though Lord had lost the will in his body, he still had a strong instinct for survival, and this instinct was even stronger than the two divine powers.

In the end, a distorted balance was achieved.

Lord's body provided a stable container for the violent divine power, while the power of the two gods endowed the container with unimaginable strength and immortality.

A new and twisted consciousness was born in this body. She was Annaliese.

She is the past that Lord abandoned, the erosion left by the gods, and a special existence born from the two on the brink of destruction.

For her, these thousand years were not a sleep, but a long fusion.