A few minutes later, in a corner of the endlessly sprawling, labyrinthine library, the bookcases dozens of meters tall began to slowly shift, like giants rearranging a chessboard. Before long, a small platform gradually emerged, furnished with soft carpets, sofas, a tea table, and a tea set. Frost Hua and Bingyu appeared on the platform, becoming the only spectators of this sparring match.
Ivette had actually only invited Frost Hua to observe and gain insight from the battle. But since everyone else had come, Bingyu naturally could not be absent. She wanted to watch the excitement while gathering combat data, which was also important for the Church's development.
Watching the two people spread far apart across the vast, empty central area, Frost Hua looked somewhat nervous.
She still remembered how terrifying her grandmaster's overwhelming, indestructible tentacles had been. Even now, recalling them left her with lingering fear and a sense of helplessness.
But at the same time, her senior sister was also an invincible existence in her heart, and that impression of invincibility had lasted for more than two hundred years.
So she felt that the key would be whether her senior sister could withstand those tentacles' assault or find a way to break through it.
Thinking of this, she suddenly felt a little confused.
She remembered that divine spells were born from one's understanding of oneself, others, and the world. It was both a long process of creation and expression, as well as a journey into the depths of one's own heart. At the journey's final stop, it would merge into a mage's soul in the form of a divine spell.
Therefore, whether they were in the Divine Realm or the Sacred Realm, where divine spells were still incomplete, the personal magic they created was all highly connected to