Chapter 1290: Knowledge 2

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Garen received it conscientiously and continued absorbing it. Once again, the immense nauseous feeling re-emerged.

He could barely hold the urge to bend over and vomit but immediately resisted it again.

“Such strong willpower. Very persistent,” Ann nodded with satisfaction. “You are now qualified to become a Holy Spirit. If you are pious enough, that is.”

“Thank you… for the compliment…” Garen squeezed out the words. His entire body was shivering and coated with cold sweat as he crouched on the ground, too afraid to move as he feared he would vomit. He felt an excruciating pain in his abdomen as strong surges to puke washed over him.

Ann stared at Garen in awe.

“Your soul’s strength has dropped slightly. Seems like this soul toxin really does have a debilitating effect. Maybe it’s because your resistance is relatively high, that’s why I thought it wasn’t working at first…”

She bent her head seemingly in deep thought.

At the same time, the floating books around her would flip its pages occasionally. Text and symbols would appear from thin air, so obviously, she was recording notes.

As time passed by slowly, Garen finally got through the potion’s effect. He was so exhausted that he almost fell asleep.

Right then, Ann’s raitensed her head once more.

“Cooperate with me and do a set of movements. Your spirit should be coordinated.” Upon finishing her words, she began a set of dance-like movements that almost seemed like an awkward social dance, but there were also some weirdly difficult postures.

Garen did not know how he was supposed to keep up with her. He had the body of a dragon. But since Ann said so already, he used his four limbs as arms and legs and started moving slowly.

With just one move, he instantly heard a cracking sound from his Soul Ring followed by the sight of crack lines, causing his heart to jump.

“Don’t worry.”

Ann waved her arm and everything around them suddenly stopped.

Swoosh…

Garen’s movements began to move around in a rigid and automatic way as if time was moving in reverse. He repeated the movements in reverse, from the last part to the first part, until he fell back to the ground just as if he had never started.

Garen stared and the cracks on his Soul Ring instantly disappeared!

“This… is the power of time…!” This was not the first time he had encountered such a power. The last time his Soul Ring ruptured, it was this surge of energy that rescued him, and this time, again.

Everything was back to normal.

Garen was able to move once again.

“You must constantly practice this set of movements with this toxin. After one year, I’ll be back to see your results. Understand?” Ann asked calmly.

“Understand,” Garen replied conscientiously.

Seeing that he was so cooperative, Ann seemed to realize that her trading principles were not really met.

She pondered for a while.

“Why not this, I’ll mark a set of maps of the plane for you, indicating all the places that you shouldn’t get close to and I’ll send you a set of books. You can choose freely here.”

“Thank you very much,” Garen responded eagerly. What a joke. Being able to control time, an existence like Ann should have reached a certain terrifying extent. The knowledge accumulated by such a powerful existence was no doubt hard to find in the majority of other places!

What Garen yearned most was the overall understanding of this entire universe. He just simply had no clue what he should pay attention to in this world.

This was naturally the time not to be courteous.

He braced the nauseous feeling and quickly scanned the bookshelves around him.

Spellcraft books were all written in different languages that could not be understood at all. Moreover, they were clearly locked by mana and it would be impossible to read them if one was not a certain level or did not understand the decryption method.

Potion books, he was not fond of using potions so this was a book he was unfamiliar with.

Garen’s gaze soon landed on the History books.

The History of the Main Plane.

This book was just perfect for him.

“Are you done selecting?” Ann could sense that he had come to a decision. The book automatically flew out of the shelf and landed right before Garen.

“Thank you.”

“This book is really suitable for you, so you can adapt more easily,” Ann nodded in agreement with his selection. “Go now.”

She waved her hand and Garen could feel everything spinning. His whole field of vision turned upside down and together with the books, they disappeared from the study room immediately.

Ann fondled her chin. All the books around her closed together slowly and flew back to the shelves automatically.

“There’s actually something I can’t resolve. God of Potions is indeed worthy of praise,” she mumbled to herself.

She held out her index finger and drew a stroke in the air. In a flash, a crack appeared in front of her and Ann stepped inside it.

It was unsure what was on the other side of the crack, only white rolling hills could be seen below. The sky was blue and golden sunshine shimmered as Ann floated midair. Suddenly, her body expanded tremendously and rushed forward.

Roar!

Her body expanded and she transformed into a gigantic, ferocious black dragon.

The black dragon was almost a few hundred meters long and she looked just like a black battleship. She had three horns on the top of her head which had colorless current arcs flashing around them.

Hu…!

The Black Dragon’s enormous body suddenly disappeared on the spot and when it reappeared, it was already a couple of kilometers away.

The huge Black Dragon flew over the mountains, across the ocean, through a gold desert, and in just half an hour, she finally arrived at a black plain.

“Pasala.” Ann’s loud voice spread toward below, causing large groups of animals that looked like ants from above to panic and flee in fright. Some of the weaker ones were even scared to the point they peed or paralyzed on the ground, not even dare to move.

“Ann?”

A thick female voice rumbled from below, young yet majestic.

“Aren’t you still in meditation? Showing up so casually like that, the Shadow of Ampsey will not let you off that easily.”

Ann’s huge black dragon face showed a look of disdain.

“I’m meditating, not escaping. Do you really think that I’m afraid of him?”

“Alright, I believe that you don’t fear him. So why are you here?” Pasala’s female voice asked.

“I’ve discovered a way to improve my physique’s existence through talent,” Ann said shortly.

“So what? No matter how strong a body gets, when it faces the distortion of time-space, a Level-Nine spell can throw it right into the abyss of the sea of worms and you’d be completely devoured to death by the endless worms. Not understanding the laws, a stronger body doesn’t mean anything at all,” Pasala said truthfully.

“Of course I know that, but I’m just only interested in this kind of abilities. He was created by the God of Potion’s first accident,” Ann responded mindlessly.

“The God of Potions?” Pasala hesitated, “now this is something worth studying. So what do you want coming over here?”

“Give me a Death Crystal,” Ann said bluntly.

“No. I have only secreted this much over a hundred years, what’d I do if you take all of it away?” Pasala rejected immediately.

“Let’s trade then,” Ann said with a low tone. Pieces of her black dragon scales started falling off her gigantic body automatically and flew downward.

The dragon scales that were a meter long spun quickly and just like a falling meteor with flames, it crashed into the plains.

Boom!!!

A deep crater appeared on the ground. However, the ground surrounding it started wriggling like a living creature around the crater, and soon filled the hole up.

At this sight, a smile crept upon Ann’s face.

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In the cave.

Garen quietly lingered in his own cave and right in front of him was the book about the history of the Main Plane.

Pages and pages of the book flipped slowly. The pages were not just symbols and text that he could not understand anymore, but in a twisted unexplainable way, the Information Stream could still be conveyed into Garen’s brain in distinct symbols.

This was quite similar to a Wizard’s reading technique, but slightly more advanced than that because this type of Information Stream was all automatically converted into Draconic Language and Garen only understood Draconic Language.

“Ninety-five thousand and three hundred years ago, three Supreme Gods suddenly rose up in the Main Plane and they were Fehra the God of Light and Fire, Ellafy the Mother of Nature, and Avon the Dragon of Eternity. After the invasion of the abyss, the Purgatory and Main Plane overlapped and war broke out… Demons and Inferno creatures trampled over the land of the Main Plane, the sky was shrouded in flames and poisonous gas, evil spirits bewitched the people and killing desires swept upon all beings.”

The content of the book flowed through Garen’s mind slowly.

“Human and all intelligent races were faced with a major crisis and so the three Supreme Gods each chose the heroes of the war and gave them divinity to become Gods. However, some of those who accidentally acquire the lives of the evil from the abyss had confused the boundaries of the war. The abyss has been raging for thousands of years and has finally been driven off…”

Garen read the pieces of history carefully.

“After the Battle of the Abyss, this book recorded the Battle of the Gods. The Dragon of Eternity and the two other Gods had a conflict and after being defeated by the two Supreme Gods, he disappeared. As for the God of Elves’ Mother of Nature, after helping Fehra the God of Light and Fire, they turned against each other. The Elves lost but Fehra suffered an immense loss as well. With that, they signed the Republican Treaty.”

He skimmed through most of the parts of the praise and proud descriptions of the Gods and skipped to the important parts straight away. But then, he found something strange.

After the Battle of the Abyss and the Battle of the Gods, there were still new Gods, demigods, and heroes that popped out constantly. According to his dragon race’s inherited memories, Garen realized that with those many Gods who had fallen in battle, the Main Plane was still showing faint signs of prosperity.

He suppressed this doubt but he failed to find any answers in the book. Theoretically, even if the war was victorious, there would usually be ‘ ten thousands deaths of the enemy and eight thousand deaths of one own 1 ‘ but there was no sign of this here.

With a general understanding of the Main Plane’s history, Garen analyzed the entire world’s geographical environment through the book.

Numerous planes rose and fell, surrounded by a cosmic ocean called the Chaos Sea. Among all the planes, there were the main three that stood absolutely upon the Main Plane.

The positions of those three planes from the top to bottom were:

The highest one on top was the Heavens, which was the main land of peace for the kingdom started by the all the Gods. Most of the kingdoms were connected, creating network branches between the Gods in order to cooperate and defeat the loss of the Chaos Sea. It was heard that the three Supreme Gods were the founder fathers.

The middle one was the Main Substance Plane, which was where humans lived.

Right below at the bottom was the endless abyss.

As for the Purgatory Plane, the Shadow Plane, the Main Elements Plane, the Ether Plane, and so on, were all attached in between three of the Main Planes. There were also many other strong Planes that were privately established and those were attached to the edges, and those other planes that were chaotic and messy were too many to enumerate like fishes in the sea. Nobody would ever know how many planes were there exactly.

But Garen only roughly knew as much, he would have to find a more detailed geographical plan to analyze carefully next time.

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