At last, he finished reading An Zheng's manuscript carefully from beginning to end.
The twenty-five years of An Zheng's life had now been replayed in full inside Lu Cang's mind.
Year 4997.
An Zheng wanted to become the Magic God. At the time, he was already 465 years old and had reached level 8.
His body had withered.
An eighth-level mage lived for only 500 years.
During the final twenty years of life, all the body's functions rapidly declined, and it continued to wither away.
He had heard that gods had nearly endless lifespans.
An Zheng didn't want to die, so he set out on a journey to find a way to become a god.
For An Zheng, an eighth-level mage...
Becoming a god was certainly fitting for someone of his stature. Level 8 professionals were already at the pinnacle of the world.
Becoming a god was only natural.
Most professionals also believed that reaching level 9 might be the same as becoming a god.
Even if it wasn't, reaching level 9 was still an indispensable requirement for becoming a god.
But as An Zheng searched,
he discovered that the path to godhood might not be the same as the path to leveling up...
Much of what had been erased was his research into the paths to godhood.
Had the War God really gone without fighting a single battle in his later years?
Had the God of Cold actually lived in a place where spring lasted all year?
Between 4997 and 5005, An Zheng traveled all over the world, searching for the sites left behind by many gods and the ruins of their legacies. He sought out the legends the gods had left behind in the world.
He also visited several other seventh- and eighth-level class-changers.
He discussed their thoughts