Scorchflame's Children

After figuring out how to become a god, Charles continued reading upward.

Starting from the seventieth floor, everything here became exceedingly primitive.

There were fewer records of knowledge using scrolls and books. More often, it was recorded in all kinds of ores, bones, even a stretch of flowing water, a burning flame, and so on.

After consulting this knowledge, Charles gained quite a lot.

Below the library, many wizards were still studying and looking up information.

They had all spent vast resources or Isata points to come here.

A third-circle wizard looked up above him.

As a third-circle wizard, he was already considered one of the upper-middle ranks in Isata.

He had come to this library knowing that Charles was inside, hoping his luck might earn him Charles's favor.

But Charles's favor never came. Instead, waves of powerful pressure crushed down from above.

Like surging water, like rolling tides, they continually billowed downward.

The pressure Charles unconsciously released while consulting the knowledge above made many people feel as though a huge boulder were weighing on their hearts.

Crash! Crash! Crash!

This third-circle great wizard held out for several days, but in the end, he could not endure it any longer and slunk out of the library in disgrace.

At this point, let alone wizards coming to study, even the original guards could not withstand it and had left.

Within the entire library tower, only the golems and puppets remained to stand guard over the middle and lower levels.

At the foot of the tower, a wizard sighed. "How long is this Sage going to study in the library tower?"

"If this keeps up, will we still have a chance to enter the library?"

No one could answer him.

No one knew how much longer Charles would remain here.

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