This world really was very different from Earth.
If two thousand years had passed on Earth, who knew what it would have developed into?
From the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, and Qing dynasties to the modern era, the changes would have been earth-shattering.
But these people before him were clearly ancients from two thousand years ago.
Yet they looked hardly any different from people in 5026.
From this, it seemed that this world hadn't advanced all that much.
Lu Cang looked toward a mage in the distance.
"The magic he knows: first-tier Fireball, level 3 proficiency; Lightning Strike Technique, level 4 proficiency... Second-tier Thunder Roar Technique, level 5 proficiency; third-tier Thunderstorm Ring, level 7 proficiency; fourth-tier Flesh Magic, Blood Cocoon, level 3 proficiency..."
The mage only knew ten spells in total.
Four first-tier spells, two second-tier spells, three third-tier spells, and one fourth-tier spell.
He looked like a lightning mage.
But why had the last spell he learned suddenly turned out to be Flesh Magic?
That was strange.
With a thought, Lu Cang activated God-Tier Lighthouse of Myriad Laws.
He sensed a faint glimmer being drawn away from the other man and flowing toward him.
Whoosh—
It took about ten seconds.
Lu Cang acquired Fourth-Tier Flesh Magic—Blood Cocoon.
At the same time, the mage, who had been eating skewers, looked horrified.
He felt an empty sensation in his body.
He tried to sense the magic he had mastered, only to suddenly discover... he had lost a spell.
He had lost Fourth-Tier Flesh Magic—Blood Cocoon.
Without any warning, he had forgotten how to cast the spell...
Magic was the manifestation of knowledge.
Just like Sheng Yi, who had memories of his past life and the Mage class, he could cast spells without learning them first.
As long as he remembered them,