"What we will discuss today is the foundation of how spells take shape. Only by tracing them back to their source can you unleash their greatest power."
A deep, resonant voice reached Chen Lin's ears.
He steadied himself and glanced around. The voice came from the very front, where a man in white Daoist robes stood.
The man had a well-proportioned build and held a scroll of bamboo slips. His entire bearing exuded an air of transcendence; the sole blemish on this otherwise perfect picture was his pig's head.
He was not the only one. There were more than twenty people in the room, all Pig-Headed Monsters with different builds.
Although these monsters had hideous faces, they all possessed a refined, scholarly air. The room was elegantly decorated as well, making for a decidedly surreal scene.
After observing them, Chen Lin discovered that none of these Pig-Headed Monsters paid any attention to the "outsider" who had suddenly appeared among them. It was as though they could not see him.
Although he sat at the very back, there were Pig-Headed Monsters on either side of him. They all looked straight ahead, listening attentively and ignoring him completely.
This puzzled him, but he did not dare act rashly.
If more than twenty Nightmare Realm creatures attacked him at once, he would never be able to withstand them.
"Everyone must listen carefully. Different understandings of the same spell can produce a difference in power as vast as heaven and earth. In theory, spells themselves are neither strong nor weak. Even the most basic Fireball Spell, once thoroughly understood, can potentially unleash the power of a Dao art."
The White-Robed Person continued speaking, drawing Chen Lin's attention.
This was the first time he had heard such a claim. A spell's power depended on its