Meanwhile, in the Scarlet Mage's Tower.

Although he knew that he was likely to ignore it, Morey breathed a sigh of relief when he learned of the decision from Yarman.

"You think it's as easy as finding and cracking spells in that space?"

Seeing his disciple's relieved look, Yarman couldn't help but open his mouth to strike.

"Isn't that the subspace attached to the {Book of Ten Thousand Laws]?"

Although he had not been in contact with the [Book of Ten Thousand Laws] for a long time, Morey still had some understanding of this subspace that often appeared like a black hole for no reason and sucked the consciousness of the students into it.

It is said that this subspace called Skar will appear in the inner world of the [Book of Ten Thousand Laws] every once in a while, and at the same time absorb a large amount of spell bubbles around you, if you happen to be analyzing spells at this time, then you will come to a magical space.

It's full of towering bookshelves filled with spell books of all sorts of colors, and if you pick up a copy and look through it, you'll find that it's all spells you've never heard of.

Of course, although the feeling of holding a book in your hand is real, and you can even feel the soft or hard, cold or hot touch of the cover, it is impossible to bring it to the real world if you want to store it in a spatial ring.

You can only parse it as you would in the Book of Ten Thousand Spells and bring it out in your head, but unlike the Book of Ten Thousand Laws, after you parse the complete spell in Skar Space, you will get a special spell book that you can bring back to the real world, which will allow you to cast the same spell once a day for free.

But don't try to parse these spells casually, because if you don't understand the spell for the allotted time, you'll lose a spell slot that matches the spell's level, and it's permanent.

"This Skar space also has an alias called the House of Luck, do you understand now?"

Morey nodded solemnly, the House of Luck was obviously a hint at Tai Ji, the goddess of luck who died in the Dawn Tribulation.

Some people may not know much about her, but they must have thundered the two goddesses born from her two broken bodies.

One is Temorrah, which represents luck, and the other is Bensaba, which represents bad luck.

"Luck and bad luck are intertwined, aren't they?"

Seeing that his disciple was finally serious, Yarman was relieved.

......

"Teacher, I'm sorry!"

Cam fell to his knees in front of Lancelot, his face full of grief and indignation.

"Hey, it's good to come back, get up!"

Lancelot sighed and patted Keim on the shoulder.

But anyone could hear the heaviness in his tone.

"Teacher!"

Kem tilted his head slightly, letting the tears roll in his eyes, but after all, they still didn't fall, but his slightly trembling shoulders betrayed him.

“.....”

After the master and apprentice exchanged acting skills, Lancelot finally got to the point.

"Are you confident in this showdown?"

Although Kem's mage level is a full level higher than Morey's, Skar Space is a special subspace, and the time spent there is fixed, so it is mainly about the understanding of spells.

If you extrapolate according to common sense, Kem is 10 years older than Morey, and it stands to reason that both the accumulation of knowledge and the understanding of spells are much higher than Morey, but for a demon like Morey, Lancelot really doesn't have much confidence.

"Teacher, don't worry, although that kid has a special talent in the analysis of low-level spells, but this test is not quantity, but quality, even if he parses the low-level spells in the house of luck, no matter how fast he is, it can't match my score in analyzing a complete high-level spell!"

Kem knew that there must be no lack of confidence at this time, and he must cheer up this legendary mage who turned in without saying a word.

Lancelot nodded in agreement, which was the main reason why he finally agreed to open Scarspace as a playing field.

"This time, when you go in, go find a bookshelf with a broken shelf on the right side, and in the third row of it, there is a spell book called "Colored Long Tail"......"

Lancelot suddenly lowered his voice, and Kem pricked up his ears to listen carefully.

As a descendant of the creators of Scarspace, Lancelot knows more about this magical subspace than the average person.

It was time for the competition.

The decision of that meeting somehow spread out, and although the large number of melon-eating people did not know much about the cause and effect of the incident, almost all of them knew that Morey, the new star, was going to have a spell duel with Kem, the genius of the past, today, and whoever lost would leave the Book of Ten Thousand Laws.

It was the first time Morey had seen this guy who was scheming behind his back.

This Kem looked like a talent, and the polite smile on his face didn't come down even when he saw him, and he even nodded politely to himself.

Even if he disdained his pretentiousness, Morey still had to admit that this performance was very deceptive, at least the sound of shouting "Come on, Senior Kem" on the scene drowned out the voice of cheering for himself.

Of course, in addition to these idle high-level mages, Morey can still feel a few looming legendary powers, and it seems that in addition to the teachers on both sides, there are still many legends who care about the outcome of this battle.

In fact, just as Morey expected, the legendary mages who had taken time out of the time gathered in the monitoring room at the bottom of the elemental mage tower, chatting and waiting for the outcome of this battle, and the legends who could not come also paid attention to the situation here in real time through various means.

However, they didn't see the two little guys of Morey and Kem, but the two forces behind them, and perhaps they could see some clues from the opening battle for the Guardian position.

No matter what the onlookers were looking at the duel, Morey and Kem were calm, and even though the teleportation circle was activated, there was still no fear.

Scar Space.

Without the vertigo of a normal teleportation circle, Morey arrived in this magical space full of bookshelves.

Just as the recaller recounted, the bookshelves hundreds of feet high could not be seen at a glance, except for the grape-colored floor, which was a foggy white cloud all around and on the ceiling, which looked like a heavenly kingdom.

Morey dismissed the idea of exploring the House of Fortune and forced his attention to return his attention to the bookshelf beside him.

A day is no more, no less, and he doesn't waste any effort.

"Are there any new guests arriving?"

Morey was just about to approach the bookshelf closest to his side when a young man suddenly spun out from behind the bookshelf.