In Duke's mind, it's no longer the static engravings on the stone slab, but the majestic illusion of a giant roaring to the sky, shaking mountains with his fists, supporting the sky with his spine, and communicating with the earth veins through blood.
Countless fragments of primitive and arcane insights, like fragments of stars, fell upon him, attempting to imprint themselves in his Spiritual Sea.
The contents recorded on this stone slab are by no means ordinary magic.
It's more like an ancient legacy pointing directly to the source of power, possibly even touching upon rules, its complexity and profundity far exceeding any Level 1 Magic, potentially involving Level 2 and even higher levels of the truth of power.
Duke let out a muffled grunt, forcibly stabilizing his mind, the Six-element Compound Spiritual Crystal operating frantically, striving to digest and analyze this flood of information.
