After calming down his excitement, Zhuang Yichen withdrew from the tower inheritance.

Because of the powerful magic just now, he couldn't cultivate any of them. There's not a shred of magic in him. Only through meditation, opening up a source of magic in the body to store magic power, and constantly increasing one's own magic power, can one learn those powerful magics.

He closed his eyes and began to practice according to the meditation method recorded in the Tower of the Dead. This meditation is not magic, but it is the foundation of all magic. Zhuang Yichen meditated, carefully feeling the extra mysterious elements in the heaven and earth.

It didn't take long for a dark space to appear in Zhuang Yichen's perception. There's a dark element in it. In the dark element, there are some spots of ice blue, earth yellow, and fiery red. It should be the Ice Elemental, the Earth Elemental, and the Fire Elemental.

With the help of the Tower of the Dead, Zhuang Yichen's fragile and immature spiritual power easily broke out.

His spiritual power spread, carefully feeling this dark, thick, mysterious and boundless space.

It seemed to sense his spiritual power, and all the dark elements around him became active, and Zhuang Yichen, who was wrapped in it, suddenly felt an inexplicable kindness and peace of mind. This should be his own elemental affinity, it seems that he has a natural talent for perceiving the dark element.

His spiritual power expanded to the extreme that he could reach so far, and then let go of his mind, and his spiritual power dispersed into invisible silk threads, calling on the ubiquitous heaven and earth elements between heaven and earth. Pulled by his spiritual power, the magic elements of various attributes poured into his body along his spiritual power, and then purified in the magic power source in his abdomen, and turned into a little pure magic power source and stored. Of these magical elements, the dark element is the most abundant and the most refined.

The process is so natural, as easy as eating and drinking.

Zhuang Yichen naturally understands that he is definitely not the kind of amazing genius. His talent is average, but cultivating magic is so simple, it must be because of the existence of the Tower of the Dead. Otherwise, it would take a lot of time just to create a source of magic in the body.

The tower's auxiliary effect on cultivation is too powerful! In the inheritance of the Tower of the Dead, Zhuang Yichen also has some basic understanding of magic cultivation. The most important thing in learning magic is always aptitude and talent. If you don't have the talent to sense the magical elements between heaven and earth, you can't cultivate, which nothing else can make up for.

However, Ta was able to ignore this and directly swept away all the bottlenecks on the cultivation path, which made him faintly doubt the origin of Ta. Such an existence against the sky, who is he handed down?

Zhuang Yichen's body was like a sponge, greedily absorbing the magic elements between heaven and earth. Time passed little by little, and within the range he could perceive, the speed at which the surrounding magical elements were absorbed and refined by him became slower and slower, slower and slower, and in the end, no matter how hard he tried, he could no longer absorb a trace of magical elements.

He knew that this was because his body was saturated, and he needed to get used to it for a while before he could continue cultivating. He withdrew and expanded his spiritual power outside his body, and after this cultivation, his spiritual power actually increased a lot.

When his mind returned to his body, Zhuang Yichen began to carefully observe the changes in his body, and in the position of the dantian in his body, a spring appeared, and there was only a shallow layer of spring water in the spring, which was as black as ink, and there were some starry ice blue shimmers on it. Zhuang Yichen looked at his cultivation results happily, and couldn't help but clench his fists, his heart full of fighting spirit. He's entered the legacy of the tower, and now it's time to really learn a magic!

However, he came with a bang, but he returned with a bang. He entered the Land of the Tower of the Dead, where the icons of magic were still dark. Even the simplest bone spurs can't be learned. Only the summoning necromancy summoned a white shimmer, and in desperation, Zhuang Yichen had to learn this magic first.

Necromantic summoning requires fresh corpses as spellcasting materials, and it must be the corpse of a powerful magical monster in order to summon necromantic creatures from it. These are all things that Zhuang Yichen can't do now.

Leaving the tower inheritance, Zhuang Yichen opened his eyes. The doors and windows had been sealed, and the room was dark. He took the phone next to him and looked at it, it was already ten o'clock in the morning. Entering the cultivation, I didn't realize that so much time had passed.

didn't sleep all night, but Zhuang Yichen didn't feel a little sleepy, but felt a hundred times more energetic, just feeling hungry. After adapting to the darkness in front of him for a while, after entering the cultivation, Zhuang Yichen's senselessness was all strengthened. His eyes also possess a very magical ability for night vision. Soon, he was in the dark and could see the outline of things.

He walked to the kitchen, because of the meteorite, the entire city of water, electricity, and gas had been cut off. He pulled out an alcohol pot from the innermost part of the cabinet, which he had used in his college dorm room. There are more than half a box of solid alcohol, and because it is well preserved, it can still be used even though it has been stored for a long time.

Zhuang Yichen poured two bottles of water into the pot, added some rice, and prepared to cook a bowl of white rice porridge for himself. The alcohol pot was set up, and the pale yellow fire tongue touched the bottom of the pot, and the water in the pot soon made a splash, and a light aroma of rice came to the nostrils. After the porridge was cooked, Zhuang Yichen didn't care about the heat, so he hurriedly ate a pot of porridge with two big white steamed buns.

After filling his stomach, Zhuang Yichen walked to the window, and he lifted a crack in the blanket covering the window to look out of the window.

The sky outside was gray, and the black fog gushing out of the meteorite covered the entire Jiangcheng. The invaders are enjoying their spoils contentedly, and the survivors are hiding in corners and worrying about tomorrow.

The fire in the distance, which had burned all night, had stopped, and only a few charred buildings with black smoke remained. The once bustling city is now dead silent, and the occasional scream from an unknown corner, or the sporadic gunshots, these only remaining sounds have become the only life in the city.

But in any case, the sun still rose, but under the cover of the gray mist, it turned into a pale yellow ball of light, which could no longer bring light and warmth to this world.