Richard stretched out his hand toward the front, made a sound, and recited the first spell incantation he had created in this world—the Lightning Spell.
"Ke Rui Te... Er Fan Shi... Ba Ke Te..."
"Ban De... Bu Te!"
"Whoosh!"
He used no energy, yet a bolt of golden lightning truly emerged from his palm and spread through the air. Unlike ordinary lightning, this golden lightning did not dissipate. As it spread, it grew ever larger, and by now it had reached over a thousand meters in length.
Richard then recited his second self-created spell—the Replication Spell.
"Ke Rui Te... Er Fan Shi... Da Ke Si..."
"Kao Pei... Ai Rui Shi Ying!"
"Whoosh!"
Again, he used no energy. The thousand-meter bolt suddenly thickened, then split into two identical bolts in the blink of an eye.
That was not the end. The two bolts expanded once more, and four golden bolts of lightning appeared in the world.
Then there were eight, sixteen, thirty-two...
The lightning multiplied exponentially. Before long, it filled his entire field of vision.
A while later, space began to quake, the sky began to warp, and the entire world seemed about to burst from the lightning's pressure. Harsh cracking sounds came from nowhere, as though warning of something.
Richard promptly recited his third self-created spell—the Disappearance Spell.
"Ke Rui Te... Er Fan Shi... Xika..."
"Ti Si... Pi Er!"
"Whoosh!"
All the lightning vanished in an instant, as if it had never existed.
The smile on Richard's face deepened. He had confirmed that he truly had deciphered the language of the God of Creation.
Then...
Richard's expression grew solemn as he began reciting his fourth self-created spell—the spell he had truly wanted to use, the Guide Spell.
"Ke Rui Te... Er Fan Shi... Duo Ke Xi Er..."
"Rui De... Du