He opened the elves’ book of magic.
Elves were born with magic, but in ancient times, mana was only used to protect the body and strengthen the physique.
As civilization progressed, more and more ways to utilize mana were created, thus forming magic.
“Beast Speak, Lightning Strike, Hawk Eye…” Elven magic was basically associated with magical beasts, lightning, archery, and plants, because elves naturally possessed the extraordinary characteristics of lightning and sacred wood.
As for why they had the extraordinary characteristic of lightning, rumor had it that at the beginning of the world, the very first thunderbolt landed on a leaf of a sacred tree, and God took this leaf to create the elves.
The words in the magic book only consisted of the names of the spells; the contents were entirely deep and profound magic sigil patterns.
Every single magic sigil pattern radiated a mysterious mental fluctuation.
Neil placed his hand upon the sigil of the Lightning Strike spell and channeled his mana into it.
Instantly, the mental energy within the sigil seemed to come alive, merging together with Neil’s own mental energy.
Inexplicably, the knowledge of the Lightning Strike spell appeared within his mind.
“What a miraculous magic book!
And here I thought it would be like those martial arts secret manuals full of profound words that no one can understand…” Before opening the magic book, Neil had been somewhat worried about whether he could comprehend the knowledge within it.
After all, without the corresponding baseline knowledge, one simply couldn’t understand a secret manual.
Even if a modern person obtained the Nine Yin Manual, they wouldn’t be able to practice it at all because they wouldn’t even know what meridians were, so how could they possibly understand an even more profound manual?
However, because the magic book was so incredibly convenient now, these difficulties were easily resolved.
But Neil thought to himself secretly: This kind of magic book will definitely never be widespread.
The mental imprints on those magic sigil patterns are the key, and those imprints must have been engraved by a true master of magic…
Sister Ya’er, just what kind of person is she?
Settling his mind, Neil cast these thoughts to the back of his head; after all, fantasizing would not bring any answers.
Any truth could only be unearthed by relying on his own strength.
If he remained trapped in this forest forever, he would never obtain the answers. The source of this chapter is g.com.
The entire afternoon, Neil spent his time practicing elven magic, until the sky gradually darkened.
Furthermore, the excessive consumption of mental energy and mana caused a stinging pain in his brain, forcing him to stop.
He sat by the stream, just about to close his eyes and rest his mind.
The moment his mind relaxed, exhaustion surged over him like an overwhelming wave.
Using magic for the first time, Neil had not managed his limits well; in reality, his mana and mental energy were already overextended, and he had only kept going because his stubborn resolve hadn’t let go yet.
Once relaxed, Neil simply could not resist the oncoming drowsiness.
His eyelids closed irreversibly as if weighed down by a thousand pounds.
Within his hazy consciousness, a deep purple book emerged inside Neil’s mind.
The moment Neil realized its existence, that mysterious purple book silently flipped open to the first page.
The opened page was like a gateway of light.
In an instant, Neil felt as though he had experienced over a decade of time—or rather, time had no meaning at all.
In the conscious space within the book, a single instant could be ten thousand years, and similarly, ten thousand years could be a single instant.
Within the space-time of the book, scene after scene flashed before Neil’s eyes like a magic lantern.
An ordinary youth had traveled through time into the world of Star Wars.
Because he possessed talent in the Force, he was taken away from a remote planet by the Jedi Order to become a Jedi Padawan.
He had a Master who, although an alien, was kind-hearted.
The heart-to-heart talks after rigorous daily training and the scenes conveyed a warm sensation; the two were more than friends, they were like kin.
Controlling the Force for the first time, holding a lightsaber for the first time—that irrepressible sense of excitement—everything was so vivid, as if Neil had experienced it firsthand.
But those times came to a screeching halt on a certain day: Order 66, the Clone Rebellion.
His Master paid the price of his life to cover his escape.
With tears in his eyes, he took an escape shuttle to leave the starship.
He lived incognito as a laborer on an industrial planet for several years, yet not a single day went by where he did not want to take revenge against the Empire. This chapter is updated first at NovelPing.
But before he could take action, he was discovered first by an Imperial Inquisitor, finally dying with deep resentment.
At the final moment of the vision, seeing the youth decapitated by a plasma blade flashing with red light, Neil’s consciousness felt as though it had traveled through a time tunnel.
Everything stretched into streaks of light and rapidly receded, and then, he woke up.
Under the night sky, Neil woke up with a loud cry.
Unlike a normal dream, everything he experienced in his consciousness was still vivid and incomparably clear.
The youth, who still had tear stains at the corners of his eyes, suddenly came to an enlightenment—that was his experience!
Or rather, the experience of Li Yu.
Although Li Yu, who had traveled into Neil’s body, did not possess this memory, for some reason Neil was certain that the youth was Li Yu.
What did the loss of his memory represent?
What exactly had the former Li Yu gone through?
It was yet another unsolvable riddle; no matter how much the current Neil wracked his brains, it was impossible to arrive at an answer.
After a moment, abandoning his thoughts, Neil recalled the method of Force manipulation that he had felt so viscerally in the book.
Capturing that extremely mysterious sensation in his mind, he reached out his hand.
A decayed leaf on the ground seemed to tremble slightly, but ultimately failed to fly up.
“As expected, the Force can still be used, and the source of the Force seems to come from the purple book in my mind.
After all, does this world not have the Force?” Trying again, the rustling of the dry leaf grew larger and larger.
Finally, after an unknown number of attempts, that dry leaf hovered unsteadily off the ground and flew into Neil’s hand.
Gradually finding back the feeling of being a Jedi Padawan, Neil had re-established control over the Force.
Although he didn’t know the origin of that purple book, it was very clear that the book had more than one page…
Having crossed over for a month, Neil, who deeply hated his own lack of power, finally saw a ray of dawn.