I Ascend to the Divine Throne through Arcane Means

Chapter 1885: Chapter 1018: Revis’s Gift (Part 2)

Years ago, Reeve compiled scattered arcane knowledge worldwide and gathered research results from mages across the Empire, spending countless years and immense resources to create this largest, most comprehensive dedicated Magic Library of the Empire.

In that era of magical civilization flourishing, this place was the core of knowledge for the entire Neserel Magic Empire, the holy land sought after by countless mages and arcane scholars.

Numerous top-tier magical theories and high-level spells were initially born here.

After understanding this history, Lis completely put aside his urgency.

For him at this stage, no amount of rare magic materials or high-level magic items could compare to these magical books, a condensation of the era’s wisdom.

These rare and unique copies record the essence of ancient arcane and the lifetime research insights of many mages of the Netheril Empire, treasures priceless and beyond purchase.

Missing this opportunity means he’ll never again be able to access such a vast and high-quality magic knowledge repository.

Besides, Lis’s unique conditions also give him the confidence to immerse himself in studying the library’s collection.

Having achieved demigod status, his soul strength now far exceeds mages of the same level, his spiritual power rich and dense.

Ordinary mages, when delving into profound high-level magic books, often need days or even tens of days, while also facing the challenges of spiritual power draining and difficult-to-understand obscure theories.

Yet he only needs moments to absorb the complete core content of a book, perfectly restoring the knowledge and key points of the spells within.

Lis took a deep breath, adjusted his mindset to focus.

He ceased paying attention to everything outside, his gaze focused intently on the pages.

He decided to settle down, read as many books as possible, greedily absorbing this generous gift from the Magic Empire.

In the cold, silent ancient library, time seemed frozen, only the faint sound of pages turning echoed day after day in the empty hall.

Unconsciously, quite some time had passed.

During this period, Lis practically rooted himself completely in this library.

He took no rest, using all remaining time to bury himself in the sea of books, studying day and night.

Lis patiently examined book after book, carefully studying, absorbing the nutrients within.

To this day, he had thoroughly read almost all the intact magical books within the library.

Currently, Lis was leaning against a hardwood chair by the window, gently rubbing the pages with his fingertips, his gaze calm.

At that moment, an imperceptible ripple in space opened across from Lis, without any warning of wind or magic fluctuations, an old yet upright figure suddenly took a seat on the chair before him.

The newcomer was an elderly man, dressed in a simply fashioned gray robe, the fabric old but spotless, devoid of any ornate magic patterns, understated almost to the point of ordinary.

The elder’s white hair hung casually over his shoulders, his face etched with the grooves of time, yet his eyes were clear and profound, as if containing a galaxy of the entire ancient magical epoch.

In his withered palms, he held a cover-timeworn, ancient sheepskin book, its rustic patterns coiled around the spine, exuding a sense of timelessness.

The elder quietly watched Lis, with no trace of malice in his eyes, instead filled with genuine appreciation and comfort.

Like a guardian waiting countless years, finally seeing a successor matching all his expectations.

Lis felt a subtle movement within, his expression unchanged as he calmly set the book aside.

He was not surprised by the old man’s sudden appearance.

Lis nodded slightly and initiated a conversation with this mysterious elder.

"Are you Reeve?"

"Yes."

The elder nodded directly in response.

"Did you notice me a long time ago?"

Lis looked at the elder before him and continued asking.

"When you entered this dream space."

Reeve replied.

"You know this is your dream space, does that mean you decided to place the seal here when Mistra and the divine position of Magic were once sealed?"

Lis continued asking.

In his opinion, this Great Arcanist Reeve seemed much more conscious than Daniel’s consciousness.

He seemed able to obtain more insights about that time from here.

"Holmes decided that, we were unaware before, only at the last moment did he inform us."

"As for what happened later, I am unclear, all our consciousness and power were handed over to Holmes to control."

Reeve smiled and nodded, then continued to ask:

"How are the mages doing now?"

"Okay, but far from the time of the Neserel Magic Empire."

"That’s natural."

Reeve shook his head slightly and said:

"But seeing you having achieved demigod status is enough for me to understand a lot."

After a round of conversation, the smile on Reeve’s face grew more abundant, slowly straightened up.

He raised his hand, handing the timeworn sheepskin book to Lis, his elderly voice calm and deep, sounding in the still library:

"Meeting a successor in this silent place, having both talent and temperament, is enough to prove that our decision was never wrong."

"You’ve surpassed who I once was, your future I cannot even begin to predict."

He lightly sighed, the obsessions accumulated over years completely dissipating:

"Countless years, I’ve remained here, my last wish fulfilled today.

This library’s preserved books you’ve already thoroughly read, this place and even the surrounding Floating City regions hold no more value for you to explore."

As his words fell, the elder’s form began to turn illusory and transparent, gradually dissolving like mist.

Before Lis could ask more questions, his figure completely vanished into the air without leaving a trace as if he had never appeared.

The library returned to silence, only the sheepskin book lay quietly in Lis’s palm.

Lis looked down to examine it, noticing the book had no magical fluctuations, not a magic tome for cultivation.

With a brief exploration, he realized this was not an ordinary book, but a unique knowledge key.

Within the pages, sealed all the memories accumulated over Reeve’s lifetime, encompassing the secrets hidden in this library, the top-tier magic knowledge of the Magic Empire, and countless lost magical insights.

Reeve condensed everything he had learned into a knowledge imprint, gifting it to Lis.

Lis tightly gripped the ancient book, understanding in his heart.

Later, he could completely record this comprehensive knowledge imprint into the public library of Kane Floating City.

Allowing all mages within the Floating City to share this ancient legacy, benefiting more who seek knowledge and wisdom.

...

After leaving Reeve’s dream space, a brief dizziness swept through Lis’s mind.

Before he could steady himself, the surrounding light and shadows once again distorted and reassembled.

The next moment, he stepped straight into a brand-new dream space.

This space was entirely different from the previous two calm and serene dreamscapes, utter chaos and destruction were the only main themes here.

The gray, broken sky loomed low, dark red lava cracked across the barren earth, scorching heat rushed against Lis, burning his skin.

In the sky, purplish-black thunder surged wildly, lightning crisscrossing and tearing through clouds, periodically crashing down, bursting into splashing magma upon the ground.

The rolling thunder never ceased, shaking the eardrums painfully.

The air mixed with the pungent smell of sulfur and scorched earth, oppressive to the point of suffocating.

Amidst this disaster-ridden space, a solitary figure quietly stood.

That person had arcs of electricity and blazing flames entwined around them, long hair flying wildly in the tempestuous winds.

"Mistra!"

"Damn it!"

A deep and hoarse roaring erupted continuously from their mouth, an angry shout enveloping endless bitterness echoed throughout the dreamscape.

The emotion was pure and straightforward, other than the overwhelming fury, there was nothing else, the target was clearly the Magic Net Goddess Mistra, seemingly with a resentment impossible to dissipate over eternity.

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