The crisp sound of bells came from the early morning fog, and under the fog there was a mysterious castle and a looming giant statue.
The towering lighthouse emits a dreamy light, and you can see ancient chapters and texts emerging and disappearing in the light.
The bell rang to wake up the students in various rooms in the castle. They hurriedly put on their gray robes and hurried towards the classroom.
The priests, who were so young that they could be called children, were running and talking to each other.
They hurried through the steep stairs, their eyes full of anticipation and longing, as if they were about to meet some big shot they had longed for.
Because, the person teaching them today is the Sage of Truth, Sandian.
The classroom is a large circular space, and all the students do not sit below, but sit layer by layer at the edge.
The teacher teaching the class stood in the center, and any details revealed could be clearly seen by the students. Most of them were former graduates of the Temple of Truth.
Sandian walked into the spacious classroom holding several silk scrolls. The room was so quiet that his footsteps could be heard echoing.
He stood still, his eyes full of wisdom and peace.
Even though they were far apart, everyone could feel the unique temperament of a scholar in him.
"You are students who have just arrived at the temple. I am not going to give lectures directly today, nor am I going to teach you the power of magic or rituals right from the start."
"I want to ask you, what is the most powerful power of the three-leaf people?"
Some of the students immediately stood up: "It's the power of power and magic."
Someone immediately retorted: "I think it is the power of ritual, the miraculous power given by the gods. It is almost omnipotent."
Someone else said: "The power of the third-level priest is also extremely powerful. I have seen Master Haru's Fire Spell Spirit. It is the most powerful power I have ever seen."
The students were all talking, and everyone expressed their own opinions.
Sandian raised his hand, and the scene immediately became quiet.
"What you said makes sense, but have you ever thought about why you are able to use these powers?"
"Why can you sit here and learn the knowledge of using these powers? In the future, you will use what you have learned now to uncover the mystery of the truth and master more powerful magic and rituals?"
Sandian glanced at everyone present and said decisively.
"It's wisdom."
"Divine magic is just an extension of power, and rituals are gifts we borrow from the messengers of God and the kingdom of fairies."
"And all of this is based on the most powerful authority and power given to King Lederiki by God."
"The most powerful power given to us by the gods is wisdom. If you cannot use your wisdom, you will never be powerful."
After Sandian finished his lecture, he returned to the room filled with various bone plates and silk books.
Even at this age, he is still learning.
There was a knock on the door, and Haru walked in.
He lowered his head and said softly.
"Teacher, King Henir is dead."
Sandian's body suddenly trembled, and he raised his head and looked at Haru.
"How did you die?"
Haru handed over a rolled-up letter: "King Henir died on the bed. Although there are many forces in Xinxian who are ready to move, the situation is still stable."
After taking the letter and reading it, Sandian let out a long sigh.
"A king who can end his life perfectly is considered lucky."
Haru looked at the teacher who was rubbing his eyebrows with a sad expression and stepped forward to comfort him.
"teacher!"
"You are still young, and you will definitely live for another forty or fifty years."
"No, a hundred years."
Sandian slapped Haru angrily: "I'm not worried about this."
"I was just thinking, life is so short, how much can we accomplish in our limited life?"
Late at night, the Temple of Truth.
Sandian walked through the silent and deep hall alone holding a candlestick, and the light illuminated the stone slabs inlaid on the walls.
Some are engraved with his name, and some are engraved with the names of his students.
"ah!"
"Many years have really passed by in a blink of an eye."
Henir's death shocked Sander so much that he couldn't sleep at night.
Henir established his own dynasty in his lifetime and reunified the country of Hinsa. The population of the dynasty was in the millions, surpassing all previous dynasties.
And what can he accomplish in his life?
He created the path of the third-level cursed priest and established the Temple of Truth.
Then what?
Is there another story for him later?
Sandian held the candlestick in circles, his loose robe fluttering in the night wind.
A small window several meters high shone a ray of moonlight, and he suddenly saw a person standing on a ladder under the window sill, pulling out a silk book on the shelf to read.
"who?"
He screamed in surprise, but he didn't feel any breath of life.
"The spirit of the curse?"
He thought it was one of his students in the temple who was joking with him, but then he shook his head because he also did not feel the fluctuations in mental power.
"No, it's not like..."
Sandian looked at this strange figure. The figure was completely shrouded in a white robe. There were no patterns on the clothes, and they were spotless and somewhat holy.
It's not the popular burqa in Hinsey, but one with an open front and a tie.
The other person was wearing something else on his feet. He didn't know what it was called shoes.
Because clover people don't need shoes.
A sound came from the quiet temple. The sound did not seem to come from the other party's body, but from the air in all directions.
"If you cannot use your wisdom, you will never be strong."
"You said it very well."
The man in white robe said what Sandian said in class during the day, and it was obvious that he should also be present.
But the distance was so close that Sandian didn't notice the other party at all.
Sandian asked the other person: "Who are you?"
The man in white robe is Yin Shen.
Ever since I discovered that the spirit of the curse seal can temporarily contain my own consciousness, although this projection is extremely unstable, it will dissipate immediately if it lasts for a period of time.
But this has also become one of Yin Shen's few pleasures.
From time to time, he would use this projection to appear in various places to take a look at the situation outside and experience it for a short time.
Sandian approached slowly, and he found that the other person was reading the book he had written about the power of power and the cursed priest.
Yin Shen held the silk book in his hand and asked him directly: "The third-level power of wisdom power is the spirit of the curse seal, and the third-level power of dream power is the power of creation."
"So, what is level three and above?"
"Do you already have an answer?"
When Sandian heard the other party asking about the contents of his book and knowledge, his expression changed completely.
He answered seriously: "What is above the third level? This is exactly the question I have been exploring."
"Although I don't have any clues yet, I think I will definitely find the answer to it."
Yin Shen asked him again: "Are you so eager for knowledge and truth just for power?"
Sandian: "Maybe!"
"I just feel that powerful force will definitely bring about new changes again."
"It's like the miraculous power of the ritual that brought changes to Xiinsai."
The man in white robe looked at Sandian. Sandian tried his best to see the other person's appearance, but he couldn't.
"Don't you think that too much power is difficult to control?"
"Will uncontrollable power, like the Ruch monster, bring destruction and disaster to everyone?"
Sandian was silent, but he still raised his head with a smile.
"I don't know either!"
"but."
"You'll never give up if you don't give it a try, right?"
"Perhaps everything is just unfounded worries and everything will develop in a good direction?"
Yin Shen laughed: "Then, let's take a look!"
Yin Shen closed the scroll, and the power of wisdom and power was written on the scroll.
He handed it to Sandian, who also took it carefully.
"Sandian!"
"All power comes from blood."
Sandian was a little confused. He didn't understand what the man in front of him meant by these words.
He carefully took his own book.
When he raised his head again, the man had disappeared.