The Temple of Truth.

"Boom boom boom!"

A crisp bell came from the fog of early morning, and there was a mysterious castle and a looming colossus under the fog.

The towering lighthouse exudes a dreamy light, and you can see ancient texts appearing and disillusioning in the light.

The ringing of the bell awakened the students in the various rooms of the castle. They quickly put on the gray robes and hurried towards the classroom.

The priests who were young enough to be children ran and talked with each other.

They hurried across the steep stairs, their eyes full of expectation and longing, as if they were about to meet some long-awaited big person.

Because, today is the truth sage Sandan.

The classroom is a large circular space, and all students are not sitting below, but sitting on top of each other on the edge.

The teacher who taught the class stood in the center, and any details that were revealed could be clearly seen by the students. Most of them were graduates of the previous temple of truth.

Sandean walked into the wide classroom with a few silk scrolls, the room was so quiet that he could hear the echo of his footsteps.

He stood still, his eyes full of wisdom and peace.

Even if he was far away, everyone could feel the unique temperament that belonged to a scholar in him.

"You are the students who have just come to the temple. I am not going to teach directly today, nor am I going to teach you the power of magic or ritual as soon as I come up."

"I want to ask you, what is the most powerful force of the Sanye people?"

The students immediately stood up: "It's the power of power and magic."

Someone immediately retorted: "I think it is the power of rituals, the power of miracles bestowed by gods, and it is almost omnipotent."

Others said: "The power of the third-order priest is also extremely powerful. I have seen Lord Haru's fire curse spirit, that is the most powerful power I have ever seen."

The students talked about each other, and everyone expressed their opinions.

Sandean raised his hand, and the scene immediately calmed down.

"What you said makes sense, but have you ever thought about it, why are you able to use these powers?"

"Why can you sit here to learn the knowledge of using these powers? In the future, relying on what you have learned now, to uncover the mystery of truth and master more powerful magic arts and rituals?"

Sandean glanced over everyone present and said categorically.

"It's wisdom."

"Divine art is only an extension of power and capacity, and rituals are gifts we borrowed from the angels of gods and the kingdom of elves."

"And all of this is based on the most powerful authority and power that God bestows on King Ledrich."

"The most powerful power that Gods bestows on us is wisdom. If you can't use your wisdom, you will never be strong."

After finishing the lecture, Sandean 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 outside, and Haru walked in in response.

He lowered his head and said in a low voice.

"Teacher, King Henir is dead."

Sandean's body shook suddenly and raised his head to look at Haru.

"How did you die?"

Haru handed a letter rolled together: "King Henir died on a sickbed. Although there are many forces in Shinsai, the situation is still stable."

Sandean sighed after receiving the letter and reading it.

"The king who can end his life perfectly is already considered lucky."

Haru looked at the sad teacher who was rubbing his eyebrows and stepped forward to comfort him.

"teacher!"

"You are still young, and you must live for another forty or fifty years."

"No, a hundred years."

Sandean slapped Haru angrily: "I'm not worried about this."

"I'm just thinking, life is so short, how many things can we accomplish in a limited life?"

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In the middle of the night, the sanctuary of truth.

Sandean was walking through the quiet and deep hall alone with the candlestick, the lights illuminating the stone slabs inlaid on the wall.

Some are engraved with his name, and some are engraved with the names of his students.

"what!"

"In a flash, many years have passed."

Hernier's death gave Sandan a big shock, making him unable to sleep at all in the middle of the night.

Henir established his own dynasty throughout his life and reunified the kingdom of Hiinsai. The population of the dynasty is millions, surpassing all dynasties in the past.

And what can he accomplish in his life?

Inaugurated the path of the third-order curse imprint priest and established the temple of truth.

Then what?

Is there any story behind him?

Sandean held the candlestick and turned in a circle, his loose robe fluttering in the night breeze.

A few meters high window shone a ray of moonlight, and he suddenly saw a person standing on the ladder under the window sill, pulling out the silk book on the shelf to watch.

"Who?"

He exclaimed, but he didn't feel any breath of life.

"Spirit of Curse Seal?"

He thought that some of his students in the temple joked with him, but then he shook his head again, because he also didn't feel the fluctuation of mental power.

"No, it's not like..."

Sandean looked at this strange figure, and the other party completely shrouded his figure in a white robe. There was no pattern on the clothes, and it was spotless and somewhat holy.

It's not the popular burqa of Hiinsae, but it is laced up with a cardigan.

What is still wearing on the other's feet, he doesn't know that it is called a shoe.

Because Sanye does not need shoes.

A sound came from the quiet temple. The sound didn't seem to come from the opponent's body, but came from the air from all directions.

"If you can't use your wisdom, you will never be strong."

"You said it well."

The white-robed man said what Sandean had said in class during the day, and it was obvious that he should also be there.

But at such a close distance, Sandean didn't even notice the other party.

Sandean asked the other person: "Who are you?"

The white-robed man is Yin Shen.

Ever since it was discovered that the spirit of the curse seal can hold his consciousness for a short time, although the projection is extremely unstable, it will dissipate immediately after 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 to feel it briefly.

Sandean approached slowly, and he found that the other party was looking at the book he had written about power and power and the curse priest.

Yin Shen took the silk book in his hand and asked him directly: "The third-order power of wisdom power is the spirit of curse seal, and the third-order power of dream power is the power of creation."

"So, what is the third level and above?"

"Do you already have the answer?"

When Sandean heard the other person asking about the content of his book and knowledge, his expression was completely different.

He replied earnestly: "What is above the third level? This is exactly the question I have been exploring."

"Although I don't have any eyebrows yet, I think I will find the answer to it."

Yin Shen asked him again: "Is your desire for knowledge and truth just for strength?"

Sandean: "Perhaps!"

"I just feel that a powerful force will definitely bring about new changes again."

"It's like the miraculous power of ritual, which has brought changes to Shinsai."

The white-robed man looked at Sandean, who tried his best to see the other person's appearance, but couldn't observe it.

"Don't you think that too powerful force is also difficult to control."

"The uncontrollable power is like the Lukh monster. Will it bring destruction and disaster to everyone?"

Sandean was silent, but he still raised his head with a smile.

"I do not know either!"

"but."

"If you don't try it, you will always be unwilling~lightnovelpub.net~ right?"

"Maybe, everything is just unfounded worries. Will all directions develop in a good direction?"

Yin Shen laughed: "Then, take a look!"

Yin Shen closed the scroll, which read-"The Power of Wisdom, Power".

He handed it to Sandean, who also took it cautiously.

"Sandean!"

"All power comes from blood."

Sandean was a little at a loss, he didn't understand what the person in front of him meant.

He took this own book carefully.

Raising his head again, the man has disappeared.

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