Another Instant Mastery, Kaecilius's Mindset Collapses!

Seeing Raine slightly furrow his brows, as if he had fallen into a theoretical dead end, Kaecilius felt indescribably pleased.

Ginger truly was spicier when it was old!

The humiliation he had suffered over Space Blade yesterday had finally been avenged—with interest—today.

Vishanti's Holy Sword was a true top-tier forbidden spell of Kamar-Taj.

Its single-target destructive power was nothing short of terrifying.

Even more deadly was its extreme consumption of mental power. When channeling Vishanti's Divine Power, the slightest mistake would trigger a backlash from the divinity and turn the caster into an idiot who could do nothing but chant scriptures.

Across all of Kamar-Taj, the number of people who could safely cast this spell could be counted on one hand.

Aside from The Ancient One, there were only Kaecilius himself and a few reclusive elders.

He didn't believe it!

He wouldn't believe it even if he were beaten to death!

A spell with such hellish difficulty—there was no way Raine could comprehend it after hearing it just once, like he had yesterday.

The corners of Kaecilius's mouth rose uncontrollably, revealing an exceedingly rare, relieved smile.

Raine looked more and more pleasing to him.

Although Raine's talent was monstrously powerful, before true foundations, he was still far too inexperienced.

It was like how even an unparalleled genius needed time to mature before becoming a towering tree.

"Raine."

Kaecilius slowed his speech and spoke in the tolerant tone unique to a senior.

"You don't need to be too discouraged."

"Vishanti's Holy Sword isn't a Spell that someone at your current stage should be touching."

"Even many renowned Masters who have been famous for years can't condense a sword embryo in their entire lives."

"So it's normal that you can't learn it. Don't put pressure on yourself. Magic is as vast as a sea of mist; mastering just a few arts is enough to make a living. Even the great Ancient One wouldn't dare claim to be proficient in every Spell."

Raine listened in utter confusion.

Did all these Masters have some kind of illness?

After teaching a Spell, they always had to follow it up with a consolation package of "It's normal not to learn it, don't cry."

He indeed had no way to comprehend such a high-level forbidden spell using his pitiful foundation in Magic.

But the problem was—

He had a cheat!

[ Ding! ]

[Your Vishanti's Holy Sword is crazily absorbing Vishanti's Divine Power under the stimulation of War Frenzy Aura!]

[The sword intent has taken shape!]

[Congratulations, host! Vishanti's Holy Sword has successfully reached Level 1!]

The pleasant system notification rang out in his mind.

Raine knew that this Spell, practically a nuclear weapon for close combat, had been engraved into his instincts.

"Um... Master Kaecilius."

Raine scratched his head, his expression somewhat bashful. "Actually, I've already mastered it."

"It's fine. If you can't figure it out, take your time... Wait!"

Kaecilius had just been preparing to continue pouring in heartening words when his voice abruptly stopped.

His eyes widened. He stared fixedly at Raine, and his voice uncontrollably rose eight pitches.

"What did you say?!"

"I said I've already learned it." Raine blinked innocently.

"Bullshit! That's absolutely impossible!"

Kaecilius completely lost his masterly composure and began to curse.

"Vishanti's Holy Sword requires an incredibly terrifying amount of mental power as support. That's the threshold of a Master! You're an apprentice who only started half a month ago—where would you get that mental power?!"

"Even if you want to fool me, at least come up with a more believable excuse!"

Kaecilius stared fixedly at Raine, his eyes filled with suspicion and fury.

He absolutely refused to believe such an absurd fairy tale.

"Master, I really didn't lie to you. Look."

Raine sighed, too lazy to explain.

He would speak with facts instead.

He extended his right hand and made a fist in the air.

Buzz—!

A pure, dazzling white-gold radiance, even more brilliant than when Kaecilius had cast the Spell moments ago, erupted with a boom!

A two-meter-long Lightsaber, its blade wrapped in countless holy Runes, appeared steadily in Raine's hand.

Peerless sword energy spilled in every direction, and even the surrounding air was sliced apart with a hissing wail.

The holy Runes drifting down like snowflakes all proclaimed the sword's pure lineage.

Vishanti's Holy Sword!

The real thing!

Kaecilius stood frozen in place as if struck by a petrification Spell.

His mouth hung open as he stared blankly at the Lightsaber radiating terrifying pressure. It was as if countless nuclear bombs had detonated simultaneously inside his mind.

Being able to condense Vishanti's Holy Sword meant that—

Raine's current reserves of Magic and mental strength had genuinely entered the realm of a Master!

Half a month!

An ordinary person had used half a month to complete a path that others couldn't finish in an entire lifetime, or even several lifetimes!

Was this reasonable?

Kaecilius felt his very soul tremble.

He recalled how much blood and tears he had shed to reach his current height, and how many struggles on the brink of life and death he had endured.

An entire ten years!

It had taken him ten years before he dared call himself Kamar-Taj's number-one genius!

But now—

That so-called title of "number-one genius" looked like a ridiculous clown hat before the dazzling holy sword in Raine's hands!

Kaecilius finally understood just how desperate and aggrieved those mediocre Sorcerers he had crushed with his talent must have felt.

Why?!

Why could the power he had fought for with his life be wielded effortlessly by Raine after only half a month?!

His path of cultivation had collapsed!

Kaecilius clenched both fists, his fingernails digging deeply into his flesh until blood seeped out.

If the last remnants of his rationality had not been desperately restraining him, he truly would have been unable to resist drawing Space Blade and chopping the freak before him into pieces!

"All right... Raine..."

Kaecilius's voice was as hoarse as sandpaper scraping against something, while the muscles on his face twisted into a somewhat ferocious expression.

"Go back first... and practice on your own."

"Yes, thank you for your guidance, Master."

Raine put away the Lightsaber, bowed respectfully, and turned to leave.

Hearing Raine call him "Master,"

Kaecilius found it extraordinarily grating, as though it were the most vicious mockery in the world.

A powerhouse at the Master level after half a month of study was calling this "waste" who had bitterly cultivated for ten years Master?

That was murder of the heart!

Kaecilius's already extremely obsessive personality suffered a devastating blow at that moment.

He had lost everything before coming to Kamar-Taj. Magic was his only faith and hope.

But now, Raine's unreasonable, monstrous talent had ruthlessly ground the hope he treasured like a precious jewel into powder.

Before absolute talent,

his so-called hard work and pride were nothing more than a pitiful joke.