Chapter 309 - 180: Reincarnator
Chapter 309: Chapter 180: Reincarnator
During the battle, there was one thing the Sword Saint couldn’t figure out.
’Why did the previous Sword Saint die here?’
’If the Trial summons the three strongest corpses, then my presence among the three means I replaced the fourth-strongest person. The enemies he faced must have been weaker, not stronger. And against enemies of that caliber, even if he couldn’t win... he shouldn’t have perished here. If he was besieged by three people and wanted to escape, he should have had the strength to get away. He would have been severely injured, at worst. He definitely shouldn’t have died.’
At least, he believed that if he truly wanted to flee, he wouldn’t have died just like that.
But it was hard to say for sure what happened thousands of years ago.
Perhaps other powerful individuals had entered the Forgotten Realm and killed the previous Sword Saint.
The dust had settled, but now it seemed the previous Sword Saint hadn’t died because he couldn’t defeat the three opponents.
It was because of the anomaly that occurred here—a true deathtrap.
Beside the Sword Saint, the stout man gulped and said, "I heard that three of the strongest deceased warriors appear in the Forgotten Realm. They say if you defeat them, you can claim all their riches."
"Come to think of it,"
"this rumor has only ever come from people who failed to get the treasure."
"I’ve never heard of anyone actually succeeding."
"I thought it was because of the Forgotten Moon, that everyone forgot what happened in here."
"But now it seems the real reason those who challenged these warriors died... I bet no one on the outside ever finds out..."
Those who made it out of the Forgotten Realm alive saw the power of the three great warriors and fled, knowing they were outmatched.
And so, in the Moon Sea, the rumor spread that the Forgotten Realm only held three powerful warriors.
But in reality, the Trial’s true test was all the powerful individuals who were subsequently buried here.
"This legend... has led so many to their deaths."
"So if you don’t back down right after the first encounter, is death the only possible outcome?"
The Sword Saint shook his head. "But we’re not dead."
All eyes turned to Lu Cang.
Lu Cang’s Undead had returned, gathering all the corpses into a pile.
The six survivors hesitated.
They were unsure whether they should approach him to talk or just keep a quiet distance.
Even Xiumi was biting his nails, a look of distress on his face.
’The Beastman Race is all about survival of the fittest, but he’s so strong... I’d be the one getting eaten now, meow.’
Lu Cang couldn’t be bothered with what they were thinking.
’The first order of business is to take stock of my loot.’
’I need to convert these spoils into personal strength immediately.’
’More strength means more safety.’
’As for getting intelligence from those people... that’s a lower priority.’
’Insights on Root Magic, a half-developed original Combat Skill, a map to the Reincarnation Battlefield...’
’This one has a map to the Reincarnation Battlefield, too.’
’Looks like they all had one.’
’Come to think of it, is this place the Reincarnation Battlefield?’
Lu Cang examined his loot. The items on these geniuses were indeed far better than what he found on other, lesser corpses.
It was a shame that the silver-haired, twin-tailed Root Mage had self-destructed.
He had coveted her loot the most.
After a careful inventory, he found no particularly striking equipment. After all, his own gear was mostly crafted from Tier Six Submerged Land Level Demons.
Those who couldn’t even defeat a Tier Six Submerged Land Level Demon were unlikely to possess equipment of that grade.
There was a long, jet-black whip that could continuously drain an enemy’s stamina and Magic Power while binding them.
A circlet that could resist Spiritual Attacks.
The most valuable finds were the Combat Skills, Magic, and the personal insights of these individuals.
’Ancient Magic—Escape Technique?’
’It’s actually Space Magic?’
’I’ve hit the jackpot. I’d heard that Space Magic was a lost art, almost completely erased for some unknown reason.’
’Only a handful of Space Magic spells are known to still exist.’
’The currently known ones are Flash Technique, Random Teleportation Technique, and Dimension Slash.’
’The theories behind Space Magic are also fragmented and nearly lost.’
’Actually, I could probably complete those fragmented Space Magic spells.’
’But my Mage class isn’t Level 4 yet, so I haven’t grasped the power of the Spatial Element. Working on it now would just be a waste of time.’
Lu Cang decided to wait until he reached Level 4 before delving into Space Magic.
However...
Lu Cang did know one Space Magic spell.
Dusk’s Root Magic.
He’d heard that Dusk was actually a renowned Space Mage in Lorren, whose mastery of Space Magic surpassed even that of the Level 6 Feize.
Jie Zhu, on the other hand, understood the Root Source by starting from the very essence of Magic.
His understanding of the fundamental principles of Magic was incredibly profound. None of these Mages who had grasped a Root Source were simple.
’It’s just that none of them could beat me.’
TAP—
Suddenly, Lu Cang’s ear twitched.
He stopped studying the Magic Scriptures in his hand and looked up.
He saw that the corpses covering the ground were all turning into scattering ash and disappearing.
Across the vast battlefield, white pillars began to rise, one after another.
The sky gradually formed a ceiling, a dazzling, kaleidoscopic stained glass.
The six people who had been behind him had also vanished.
The Undead that should have been by his side vanished in a flash, leaving no trace.
Only Lu Cang remained.
The entire scene...
...was undergoing a rapid and bizarre transformation.
With a slight shift in his thoughts, Lu Cang recalled all his Undead into the Little Nether Realm.