The Void Battlefield.
The blood-like viscous red suddenly curled up and turned into a simple and old door.
A pale-skinned hand with different gems on each of its fingers suddenly pushed open the door, revealing the figure of a middle-aged noble.
He was about thirty years old and was in the golden age of a man's life. He had a head of platinum curly hair and scarlet pupils. He was wearing a court suit embroidered with gold thread and had a cross-shaped badge pinned to his chest.
The middle-aged nobleman looked in the direction where Fang Xian's truesoul had disappeared, muttering to himself, "A spirit that escaped from the River Styx? He actually came to this battlefield. How interesting! Sir Recorder of History, do you have anything to say? "
The void in front of him rippled, and a dragon head poked out.
Its skin was pale and translucent, and it seemed as if dust would fall off at any time. Its huge dragon eyes were as big as buckets. "The ruler of the Void Battlefield, the patron of the Blood Clan, and the councilor of the Village of Dreams … There was indeed an invasion here, but it did not violate the Supreme Agreement …"
"Then … the world's last Dragon of Space and Time, the Recorder of History, Your Excellency the Undying, can you find him?"
The Blood Kindred's Lord of Protectors asked with a mocking smile on his face, "He has caused a great disaster and disrupted this part of the process. It may cause our future to collapse because of this …"
"That existence is not a variable, but a fixed one!"
The Space Time Dragon replied in a slow voice, "He is not a being of this world, so he is not bound by the paramount treaty. On top of that, he has encountered a wisp of the light of history, so he will most likely remain in our history. It is possible that he has become an old friend of ours, or perhaps a secret existence whose name cannot be mentioned …"
"The Light of History?" The Blood Clan Patron's expression shifted.
"We all know that distance is also a kind of time. The starlight we see might have come from countless years ago …"
The huge dragon head's eyes narrowed slightly as if it was smiling. "And history also has its own glory …"
"That's why that existence has entered our history. That's why it's a foregone conclusion, not a variable!" The Blood Protector growled. "Tell me who it is! You can't trick me like this! We are friends! "
"Everything is a foregone conclusion. You can't go back to history to apologize … Besides, isn't it meaningless to know the truth sometimes? Lastly … Old friend, I'm sorry, I really don't know the identity of that existence … "
The Space Time Dragon's head disappeared into the void.
…
Fang Xian's consciousness was a little hazy.
The River Styx in this world was too powerful. Even with the protection of the Reincarnation Wheel and the Attribute Pane, he still felt threatened.
After entering that ray of light, an even more bizarre feeling came over.
His True Spirit Concept seemed to have been stretched, distorted, and entered a vague and muddled state.
The only thing he was sure of was that he was still in the River Styx.
However, it wasn't the same river as before.
'It feels like I'm in a strange world, facing the river of time …'
Fang Xian's consciousness was becoming increasingly blurred.
After all, River Styx was still very attractive.
At this moment, he suddenly sensed that there was an additional 'passage' in front of him. There was also a low voice coming from it. It seemed to be using some unknown language to offer sacrifices.
This was a rare opportunity!
Fang Xian's True Spirit leaped out of the River Styx and entered the black hole.
…
"My head hurts!"
Within a dark and small apartment in Ferencester.
Fang Xian rubbed his forehead and opened his eyes.
In front of him was a terrible ritual. The ritual was crooked, and he didn't know what kind of beast's blood was used. However, he could tell that this beginner's craftsmanship was not very good.
"Hmm … Such a crude ritual, but it's quite fitting for [Despicable Pottery] … The Sage Tower of Wisdom! My previous body was really stupid … An inferior ritual, full of mistakes and hidden symbols, and in the end, it was connected to River Styx and killed itself?
"After he died, I took over this body?"
A large number of trivial and sporadic memories surfaced, causing Fang Xian's expression to change a few times.
There was sadness, joy, sadness, and a deep sense of anticipation and despair.
"Wu …"
He gritted his teeth and began to accept the memories of his previous body.
…
[Despicable Pottery], [Ancient Bronze], [Quenching Iron] …
The first tier …
Extraordinaire!
The roars of giant steam beasts, the whispers of ancient evil gods …
Ferencester, the Kingdom of Senburg …
This was the worst of times, but also the best of times!
The ancient, barbaric, and bloodthirsty history had passed. The light of the Sage Tower of Wisdom shone through the world, and the feudal kingdoms collapsed or were reborn in new forms.
Productivity increased by leaps and bounds, and railways were spread all over the continent.
Human civilization was thriving, but in the primordial forests and the depths of the oceans, there were still elves, dwarves, Blood Breeds, and other magical creatures.
Needless to say, there were many hidden existences watching this world.
"As expected … the energy level of this world is very high …"
Although his temples were still throbbing in pain, Fang Xian was no longer in any danger. He stood up and walked out of the spell formation.
He came to a mirror and looked at himself in it.
He looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, with brown curly hair and brown pupils. When he smiled, there were dimples, and he looked very shy.
"Daniel Roland!"
Fang Xian muttered the young man's name.
What followed was a large amount of memories.
He was the fourth son of a small noble family, and was sent to Ferencester to study when he was young.
Recently, he encountered a huge crisis and had no choice but to break through, wanting to become an Extraordinaire of the second rank.
And then, there was no then …
What Fang Xian cared about the most was the system of Extraordinaire in this world.
"After all, this is a high-energy level world, and has formed a complete and systematic Extraordinaire theory … They compare Extraordinaire advancement to climbing a tower, so the different stages are named different steps."
"For example, the first step — [Despicable Pottery]!"
"This is the first stage of Extraordinaire, or should I say, the apprentice level … Because the Extraordinaire obtained is not stable, or too weak or too violent, it can easily change the host's body and cause many disasters. Like inferior pottery, it shatters with one touch, hence the name …"
"After the first step, you need to climb the second step, called [Ancient Copper] … Obtain mysterious power from nature, plants, elements, the world, various concepts, and even great existences to stabilize your own Extraordinaire. Only at this stage can you be considered truly 'extraordinary'! Because this method is mostly passed down from ancient times, it is named [Ancient Copper]! "
"Daniel died on the way to the second step …"
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