"Can you really remember it by flipping through it like that?"
This was already the second time Nicano had asked.
Without even looking up, Bai Pu gave a grunt, then added, "I had some foundation before..."
The magical theories he had learned in the Battle Demon World's Secret Collection Hall shared similarities with, but also differed in certain ways from, the magical theories of the Dark Tide world on the Ascension Plane.
If the former was like drawing on paper, then the latter was like sculpting marble.
The magical theory of Dark Tide was more difficult and required greater "power intensity."
But one fact remained unchanged: this was still merely the basic magical theory of this world.
"This methodology of magical symbol systems... offers a deeper understanding of magic in a second-tier Evolutionist world and makes high-intensity magic easier to control."
Bai Pu closed the book and pondered silently.
"Fukalo, you bastard, you even tricked me into unsealing the four Demon God Relics inside my body... With my current level of magical control, the only result of unsealing them would be high-priority magic running rampant through my body! Once the power of the four elements clashed, I'd be dead."
The Mind Image Space was completely silent. Not a sound came from the Demon God Fukalo's remnant soul. It was clearly playing dead.
Bai Pu snorted. The Mind Image Space materialized, forcibly manifesting Fukalo's remnant soul. The four Demon Emperors appeared at the same time and, without a word, rushed forward to gang up on him.
"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me!"
Fukalo shouted as he dodged, "I sincerely wanted to help you! Once you advance to an Evolutionist, your priority will definitely rise significantly. On top of that, my god has bestowed divine blood upon you. A mere magical backlash