The Future Was Far From Peaceful

Chen Yi casually swallowed a Turbid Spirit Crystal and turned his attention away from the Magic Book.

The several Magic Books he had obtained from the prison in Dungeon World described, in concise language, what a mage was and what elements were.

So what did he want to describe?

Flames? Spell formulas?

It should have been burning.

The flames others saw were merely a byproduct of burning. They could only see the light and heat of fire.

The light of explosions obscured many things.

That was also why what Chen Yi had written so far had never satisfied his own requirements.

Chen Yi fell into thought. Since others lacked this understanding,

could he begin from the very foundation and construct a spell formula belonging to burning?

A spell formula comparable to the most basic Fireball, using it to describe burning and lay the foundation for future understanding.

It sounded simple, but it was equivalent to creating a Spell Structure that had never existed before. And it could not be copied, or how could it be called a foundation?

Just as Chen Yi was preparing to continue his research, his peaceful days were still interrupted.

"Boss, I know you're back. Are you taking Little Iron Chain back or not?"

Chen Yi opened the door and saw Yao Yingqian, his face full of weathered exhaustion.

The words "I have a story" were practically written across his face.

But who was Chen Yi? It was not his first day knowing Yao Yingqian.

He directly pretended not to notice. "Where's the item?"

Yao Yingqian took out the Lock of the Heavens and immediately began explaining on his own.

Did he really think that just because Chen Yi did not respond, he could not start a conversation?

How naive!

"Boss, you have no idea. I