747. The Price

Some knowledge surged into Stone's mind. Some of it was already familiar to him, while some of it was entirely new.

Miraculously, however, this knowledge did not come with contamination. Stone could read and absorb it with ease, without worrying about being corrupted.

Of course, Stone could also sense that this knowledge was wrapping around his brain like a spiderweb, ready to be pulled away at any moment. Once it disappeared, all of it would be drawn out of his mind as well.

That was how the Demon Tide's magic network worked: it temporarily granted knowledge to block the transmission of contamination.

Stone even glimpsed some knowledge that surpassed the limits of humanity—knowledge for dealing with the Great Beings.

At that point, his heart suddenly lurched.

Since he could see it, then Trist—

Stone could not help looking beside him at Trist, who was recovering his strength after using Simulated Sunflare.

Trist had his eyes slightly closed. He could also see those golden threads, and the knowledge brought by the Spirit Torch's flames was pouring into his mind. As a seasoned Chosen of the Gods, Trist knew exactly what he needed; he was not curious like those encountering such things for the first time.

Soon, Trist found what he wanted within that knowledge.

The knowledge of imprisoning gods.

The mages of the Night Country had once attempted to become gods. Some mages had also learned of the Old Ones before dying. They had continually studied how to suppress and oppose that power. Although every mage who had managed to make contact with it had either died or gone mad, the Spirit Torch and the magic network allowed those great souls who had already fallen to contribute all their knowledge. Within the magic network, thoughts transcending time and space collided, and