Chapter 352: Hourglass and Existence
Ruger curled his lip. This was one of the better ones he had seen so far, but he would rather call this Ascension Ritual the Soul Patch Ascension Ritual. Like sewing a patch onto a worn-out garment, it kept the holes in one's soul from being exposed and exploited by enemies.
In truth, such so-called exposure was more often caused by those close to you. Quite a few powerful wizards had died because others had thoroughly learned their secrets.
No matter how powerful one was, having someone grasp every detail about them was a terrifying thing to imagine—like having one's heart unknowingly clasped in a great hand that was impossible to guard against.
This lousy patch actually cost thirty-one thousand merit stones.
How long would an ordinary apprentice Demon Hunter Wizard have to serve to earn that much? Ten years? Twenty?
Ruger rolled his eyes and continued flipping through the scroll, which kept unrolling through his hands.
Names both intriguing and utterly baffling flashed past his eyes.
Every so often, he stopped to read one. When he came across something that interested him, he would read while nodding along. The young man beside him, neither demon nor human, did not rush him.
Nonexistent One Sublimation Ritual, twenty thousand merit stones.
There were several theories regarding existence and nonexistence, and the arguments over them never ceased. Amid those disputes, some views that appeared exceedingly foolish gradually began to make a little sense, as though the fog of truth could never be dispersed. That was until a traveling wizard encountered a peculiar creature: if someone insisted it did not exist, they would be unable to see it. Even powerful detection spells were useless. Yet those who believed in its existence could see it clearly, even if they