Anya was wandering the streets near the tea plantation, she was walking through the crowd, but indifferent to everything around her. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Suddenly, she sensed the fluctuations transmitted from the tea plantation, which was terrifying and awe-inspiring.

"What's going on!" a hint of shock appeared on Anya's face, and she quickly ran towards the tea plantation.

In just five seconds, Anya appeared in front of Shalotia, and at this time, Salotya just came back to her senses, with horror on her pretty face, propping up the table and panting.

"Princess Sarotya, what's going on?" said Anya, looking at Nellina, her eyes flashing with alarm.

"I..." Nellina was also a little panicked, she didn't expect such a change.

"It's none of Nellina's business, it's me, it's me, I'm blind, is that young man, really Tagore?" Sarotya looked at the book in her hand, her tone visibly terrified and shocked.

"Of course, I don't have a reason to lie to you, don't mention this, Shalotia, you're all right. Nellina asked hurriedly.

"No, it's better to say that it's better now. Sarlotia's hand caressed the pages, slicing each line of words written in Elven language, a beautiful language.

"It's me who has lost my eyes, no... this can't be, if he really is Tagore, this book can't be like this!" Sarotya shook her head violently.

"What's going on?" Nellina looked puzzled, completely unaware of what was going on, she had read the contents of "Asuka Collection", and the literary attainments in it were indeed too much ahead of this era, but this was by no means a reason for Sarotya to be so out of shape.

Anya also seemed to sense the reason why Sarotya would be so out of shape, and her eyes were fixed on the "Birds" in Sarotya's hand, all in disbelief.

"Blessings! How is this possible, is there a master of elven literature around here? Where is he?"

"You're saying... The Book of Birds is a blessed chapter! It can't be!" Nellina also sensed that something was wrong, and she yelled unconsciously.

"How can a human being write a blessed chapter! Unless the Muses are elves, you and I have seen with our own eyes that the Muses are indeed a human being. Nellina's words were more like talking to herself than to Sarathya.

When books reach a certain level, they are recognized by the rules of the world, and they will become part of the rules, and magical changes will occur. The books written by the creatures of their respective races are recognized by the world and cause different changes.

The Terrans are the embodiment of the Noble Phantasm. The Noble Phantasm represents the authority of the rules, and the creatures who hold the Noble Phantasms can violate the rules of the restrictions!, while the Elves are the chapter of blessings, allowing the Fool to break the shackles of the creatures and exert powers that do not belong to them!

The length of the poetry genre is recognized by writers in the literary world, and because the number of words is too small to be recognized by the world, it is destined to not be part of the rules. But now, this can't be rewritten in the future, but these are not reasons for the three of them to be so shocked.

A human being, but he has written a blessed chapter... This is the root point. The shackles confined to the races have been broken, something that has never happened before.

"What if... he has elven blood in him?" Nerina seemed to find a reason. She couldn't imagine the sensation that such a thing would cause when it was passed on, more sensational than an eighteen-year-old child writing a blessed chapter that was no less than the history of the Heroic Spirit.

"No way, I have the purest blood of the elves in my veins. If he really had elven blood, I wouldn't have noticed it. Sarotya was the first to veto.

"The person you are talking about, no matter what, I'm going to meet him!" Anya said with a cold face.

What it means to be a writer who can break the shackles of the race, it is not known if he can break the shackles of races other than the elves, but if he can do it. This means that the Terrans will be blessed with the convergence of all races and usher in an unprecedented event. Once the balance is broken, it means that the war begins!

"I won't allow it, Muse is preparing to be promoted to official caster, and until then, I don't want anyone to disturb him. Nelina said firmly.

"The promotion to official spellcaster is indeed a life-defining event for ordinary people, but this incident has affected the entire Valadi. Which is more important, the individual or the world!" Anya replied coldly.

Even in the face of Anya's threat, there was a strong sense of oppression in the air, and Nellina's figure did not back down, her eyes were like torches, and she looked at Anya.

"Alright, Anya, we can afford to wait, he's just a human who has just been promoted to a full-fledged spellcaster. Sarotya's voice dispelled the oppressive sensation transmitted by the air. The implication is that Muse is destined to not be able to make any big waves.

"Well, Princess Sarotya, you're right. ”

At this time, Musene was hollowing out his mind, condensing the magic of the spiritual sea, and preparing to construct the spiritual seed.

The spiritual seed is the embodiment of the caster and the foundation of all magic, and if the spiritual sea is compared to the soil, then the spiritual seed, as the name suggests, is the seed.

The condensed spirit seed grows slowly under the magic of the sea of spirits, and during the sapling stage, the sapling will bear leaves every time the caster constructs a spell. Depending on the spirit seed condensed by the caster, the number of leaves produced varies.

The magic corresponding to the leaves, whether it is the time of the mana reset, the speed of casting the spell, or the power, will be greatly improved through the increase of the spirit seed. Because of this, the caster will generally correspond his best magic to the leaves, condensing the spirit seed, which is indeed related to the caster's life.

Just as Muse Nee was concentrating on manipulating the magic power, it was the magic that condensed like a whirlpool, forming a prototype like a seed. Suddenly, the magic of the sea of spirits was pulled and began to vibrate violently.

Even as the master of the spiritual sea, Muse did not realize that buried in the deepest part of the spiritual sea, a simple book, with an ancient text on the cover that revealed the breath of time.

The book seems to be gently flipped through by a pair of invisible hands, and on the blank first page, the handwriting appears bit by bit like a pen. If Muse had noticed the contents of the page, he would have noticed that it was a three-word book written in the Elvian language.

When the last episode was written in Elven language, the magic of the entire sea of spirits overflowed wildly, surging towards the heights, drowning Musene's consciousness.

In the turbulent sea of spirit, the seed condensed by Muse is like a green leaf in a storm, floating in all directions, and from the depths of the spiritual sea, a beam of light swells up, covering the ethereal seed prototype.

In the next moment, the prototype of the seed was like being poured with the most flexible spring water, growing wildly, and in the blink of an eye, it condensed into a complete spiritual seed. This is not the end of this, from the depths of the spiritual seed, a similar but somewhat different power is revealed, under the influence of the light, slowly spreading outward, turning into a second spiritual seed.

Muse watched all this happen in puzzlement, if his consciousness had an expression, then Muse must be dumbfounded at the moment.

Muse is no longer an apprentice at the beginning of the path, after this period of bad supplements, Muse Ne already has the basic magic knowledge, and what is happening in front of him is to break the entire Valade with tens of thousands of years of common sense. It's as incredible as saying that hands need to eat and drink just like humans.

Muse did not know whether this change was good or bad, and could not even prevent and change things from happening, because in the process of condensing the spiritual seed, he was always in a passive perspective, like a bystander, looking at all this.

The process that should have required a long time of infusion, under the guidance of the mysterious power, Muse Ne clearly felt that the spiritual seed had obvious growth, and in just a few minutes, the two spiritual seeds were completely condensed and merged into the magic of the spiritual sea. Immediately after, a glimmer of life emerged from the seed, the sapling broke through the outer skin of the plant and spread outward, while the other seed remained unchanged, and there was no sign of growth in the midst of a massive amount of magic around it.

Muse felt that during this period of time, it was hard to condense a seed prototype and the scene in front of him, and it was simply impossible to see. It's like a gardener who works hard to plant a seed in the soil, but is taken over by a master gardener on the way, and in an instant, the seed blossoms and bears fruit.

As the spirit seed grew and sucked the magic power, Muse's consciousness began to return to control, and after repeatedly confirming that there was nothing unusual about the two spirit seeds, he withdrew from the meditative state.

"I don't know if it's good or bad when this happens. "Muse did not relax, but was a little worried.

Speaking of which, today seems to be the day of Peter's meeting with Shalotia. If I go now, I might be able to catch up. Muse could not figure it out, so he threw himself out of bed, pushed the door open, and was about to walk out of the door.

Three figures blocked in front of him.