There was no need for Maskelyne, the Prophet, to lie about the creation of Sun's Corona. However, the nine spells were real divine spells, and the Grand Cross and the cross in the middle of Sun's Corona were very similar to the symbol of the Saint Truth. Therefore, Lucien could not help but wonder, "How did the Saint Truth come into being and develop before the Saint Calendar?"
Picking up Sun's Corona, which was the size of a circle, Lucien used his spiritual power to construct a strange logo according to the method left by Maskelyne. Then he carefully reached his hand into Sun's Corona.
The pure, scorching and flawless light made the inside of Sun's Corona look like a surging ocean of holy light.
With the correct method, Lucien successfully left his spiritual imprint and controlled Sun's Corona. However, the five layers of seals were too complicated for Lucien to decipher on his own. He had to wait until he became a real sorcerer before he could decipher them according to Maskelyne's unsealing method.
This is indeed the power of divine spells. It has a unique air and the way it works. It feels completely different from magic. They are two different paths of transcendence! Lucien had been practicing magic and had used the Saint Truth Badge before. Therefore, he was able to tell the difference.
Thinking, Lucien hung the amulet of Sun's Corona in front of his chest and covered it with his clothes.
After leaving his spiritual imprint, Lucien sensed the black, white and gray world around him through Sun's Corona. It was so abstract. It was like the gray background of a dead character in a single-player game. It was very peaceful and cold. Only the warmth from Sun's Corona made him feel like a living person. At the same time, the warmth could be spread out by his spiritual power. That was the power of Exorcism.
Thinking about it, Lucien thought of the "eternal silence" that appeared several times in the notebook. He felt more and more depressed and worried. The magic lock seemed to be related to the top and most hidden secrets in this world. It seemed to be related to the ancient legendary sorcerers, the Church, and even Argent Horn.
"What exactly is that thing sealed by the Grand Cross outside?" A small flame appeared on Lucien's finger and burned all the parchment and notes. They had been stored in the Library of the Soul. "The Master of Argent did not use 'Eternal Silence' as his title for no reason. Could it be that the Argent Horn is behind the leak of the manuscript? If that's the case, I'll be in great danger if I go back the way I came. Is this the danger Master Maskelyne foretold? "
"If we don't go back the way we came, we'll have to wait for an hour when the magic circle starts to collapse. We have to make good use of this hour. "
Lucien did what he thought. He left the hall and walked towards the black room marked with a pale white number, Room 1.
In the room, other than the shelves where the utensils were placed, there were rows of transparent cabinets that were half the height of a person. The cabinets' original color could not be seen in the world of black, white, and grey, but now they were extremely pale. Every cabinets with different labels were engraved with different magic circles, and they seemed to be preserved in different ways.
There were weird eyeballs soaked in black liquid, spider-like flowers blooming in vacuum, floating dark gray stones, and dried bodies wrapped in shrouds …
Lucien did not have time to check what materials were in the cabinets. According to the notebook, he found the No. 72 box and put the moldy "gray" powder in the box into the corresponding container on the shelf next to the box.
When he scooped the "emerald green mycin" with a small gray spoon, Lucien held his breath, because according to the Illustrated Handbook and the Book of Astrology and Elements, the smell of the mycin would make people's internal organs rot and mold.
It was not until Lucien plugged the glass tube engraved with magic circles and took it out of the room that he could breathe again. He immediately felt that the world was so beautiful.
Then, Lucien went to the other rooms and took out pieces of petrified snake feathers that looked like stone scales, the palm-sized "Shepherd's Moon Flower" of the "Silver Moon", and the last one was the "Ghost Face Grass" that looked like a baby. Every leaf of the "Ghost Face Grass" had a different face. Some were crying, some were angry, and some were laughing.
Shepherd's Moon Flower + Ghost Face Grass + Feather + Emerald Green Mycin = Silver Moon Potion.
Although Lucien had analyzed the "Magic Gate" potion when he was bored, he was still very familiar with the "Silver Moon Potion" that he had been preparing for his own use. Also, it was several times more difficult than the "Silver Moon Potion"!
Even if he had enough materials, Lucien did not think that he could successfully make the "Magic Gate" potion in an hour. Unless he had enough materials, he would have to spend more than half a year to fully analyze and familiarize himself with the potion.
… …
In the spacious alchemy room, there were countless objects and devices that Lucien did not recognize. There was a metal hand hanging in the air, a mysterious gray liquid flowing back and forth in the alchemy room, a large platform similar to an operating table, with all kinds of tentacle-like black wires, tubes, and so on, and a black furnace as tall as a few people … All of these things were engraved with complicated three-dimensional alchemy circles and magic circles that made Lucien dizzy just by looking at them.
Having no time to study the new alchemy devices, Lucien directly walked to the alchemy platform that he was familiar with. It took him a few minutes to roughly figure out the functions of the alchemy platform and activate it.
The weird alchemy circles lit up one after another. Lucien put a tube of "Emerald Green Mycin" into one of them. After waiting for half a minute, a transparent cylinder the size of a head rose up in front of him. A layer of gray liquid as thick as copper Nars was floating in the cylinder.
It was the processed "Emerald Green Moldy Liquid".
After processing the "Moon Flower" and "Feather of the Stone Snake" in the same way, Lucien threw the "Ghost Face Grass" leaf into another alchemy circle.
Countless things that looked like wraiths emerged in the alchemy circle and cried loudly, like little babies who did not get their toys.
However, their voices were all blocked by the alchemy circle, and they posed no threat to Lucien at all.
Calmly watching the Ghost Face Grass turning into pale powder, Lucien nodded. "The alchemy room of a legendary sorcerer is indeed not bad …"
All the materials had been prepared. Lucien controlled the alchemy circle expressionlessly, melting them drop by drop and matching the corresponding temperature of the fire. At the critical moment, he had to build a simple model with his spiritual power and insert it into the alchemy circle.
Five minutes later, a cloud of black smoke popped up, and the alchemy platform disappeared. The half-finished product in front of Lucien had completely turned into ashes.
"The first failure. The model constructed by my spiritual power was not integrated at the precise time …" Lucien calmly concluded.
Five minutes later, Lucien looked at the gray liquid floating in the air and frowned. "The second failure. There's something wrong with the speed …"
… …
Lucien stared at the silver ball that was bouncing around in the alchemy circle attentively. "There's a small mistake in the analysis. The dosage of the Ghost Face Grass is too high. The sixth failure."
After concluding all the problems, Lucien focused on casting again and continued to try calmly and steadily.
Everything went very smoothly. Soon, he came to the last step, which was to add the powder of the Moon Flower into the gray liquid.
Controlling the alchemy circle with his spiritual power, Lucien sprinkled the powder into the liquid in the most uniform way. At the same time, with his eyes half closed, Lucien sensed his Host Star of Destiny and stabilized the line that was dyed with the brilliant starlight. Then, he sprinkled the powder into the liquid with the power of the star.
The gray liquid faded bit by bit and became pale. Gradually, it became pure white and soft.
Lucien knew that this was the most crucial moment. He quickly constructed a strange, illusory symbol with his spiritual power and then inserted it into the soft white liquid.
His spiritual power was almost exhausted, and he had a splitting headache. However, Lucien did not hesitate at all. With the help of the power of his Host Star of Destiny, he stabilized the input of his spiritual power.
The pure white light suddenly bloomed, without any haze. Every drop of the liquid inside the transparent cylinder was like a small moon!
The countless small moons did not merge together. Instead, they gathered together in a solid form.
After taking a few deep breaths, Lucien immediately recovered most of his spiritual power, because the emptiness just now was just an illusion. It was the last obstacle to making the Silver Moon potion.
After extracting the liquid and pouring it into the glass tube, Lucien returned to the hall with the tube of Silver Moon potion in his hand. He started to wait for his spiritual power to recover to its peak state.
Lucien had failed many times. Not only did he use up all the materials, but he had also spent forty minutes. There were only twenty minutes left before the magic lock collapsed.
… …
After six minutes of quiet rest, with the help of the Moonlight Blessing, Lucien's spiritual power had recovered to its peak state, and the tiredness in his soul had completely disappeared.
Without any hesitation, Lucien poured the Silver Moon potion into his mouth and swallowed it. Then, he quickly entered the state of meditation.
The black and white color around him faded away, and the hall disappeared. What was left was only the bright starry sky, the raging power of the Fire Element, the light power of the Wind Element, and the soft power of the Water Element.
Endless light bloomed inside Lucien's body, and for the first time, Lucien could see his own soul from the perspective of a bystander. His soul was transparent and shining in the light of the Silver Moon, and there was a reflection of a star in his soul.
The perspective of a bystander was absolutely necessary for the construction of a spell model. Only when one's spiritual power reached a certain level could he get such a perspective. Right now, Lucien was using the Silver Moon potion to feel it in advance.
Looking at his own soul, Lucien calmly and almost coldly drove his spiritual power in the opposite direction and started to construct a spell model inside his soul.
The waves of his spiritual power caused his soul to vibrate and change. Transparent lines that were almost illusory were condensed and started to construct a three-dimensional spell model in a precise manner.
The construction of a spell model required the size of every angle, the length of every line, and the spatial composition to be accurate. This was something that could only be done after one's knowledge of mathematics and spell construction had reached the level of an official sorcerer. Countless magic apprentices were forever stuck before this level. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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