Lu Ping opened the first page of the memoir.
He had expected to find some profound analysis of cursed techniques, or perhaps esoteric methods for circulating cursed energy.
Instead, only a single line of wildly unrestrained handwriting met his eyes, its force seeming to pierce through the paper.
[Bloodline Binding: Increase the difficulty of future descendants subjugating Mahoraga in exchange for lowering the difficulty of subjugating Mahoraga this time.]
A brutal opening.
The corner of Lu Ping's eye twitched uncontrollably.
His gaze moved downward, where the ink grew somewhat messier.
In order to successfully subjugate the strongest shikigami known as "Eight-Handled Sword Divergent Sila Divine General Mahoraga," the first Ten Shadows Sorcerer had established an extraordinarily vicious Binding Vow before beginning the ritual.
The price was this: whenever future descendants attempted subjugation, Mahoraga's base attributes would rise drastically.
The benefit was this: the difficulty of that particular subjugation would plummet.
The predecessors chopped down the tree, and the descendants suffered beneath the blazing sun.
No wonder no one from the Zenin Clan had successfully controlled that divine general for centuries.
They had exploited the hereditary nature of the Ten Shadows Technique to take out a loan in advance, then made their descendants repay it?
The first page of this Ten Shadows Memoirs was an apology letter sent across time and space.
Lu Ping set down the book and leaned back in his chair, rubbing his brow with both hands. He nearly lost his composure.
The Three Corpses within him stirred, barely managing to suppress his emotions.
Who could have imagined that the Ten Shadows Sorcerers' high mortality rate was partly the "achievement" of their founding ancestor?
Normally, although Mahoraga's ability to adapt to everything was utterly broken, it should have had a comparatively weaker initial state.
If it possessed both