[Name: Sun Lizan.]
[Attribute: Explosives.]
[Effect: When a standard unit of Sun Ritual Praise explodes, it can obliterate everything within a ten-kilometer radius. Any energy not belonging to the sun will suffer significant damage.]
[Within three natural days after the explosion, any creature that enters this area will lose 1% to 100% of its life value per second, depending on the creature's resistance.]
[Introduction: To invoke the sun's wrath, the noble scorching sun cannot allow any foreign energy to coexist within its domain.]
Bai Yi rubbed his forehead, feeling the strain of the divine bone's power and the overwhelming nature of the Sun Ritual Praise. The presence of two top-tier abilities was beginning to take its toll on his mental strength.
However, upon reading the introduction on the panel, he realized it was worth it. The improved method of solar praise had transformed from a mere explosion to a mechanism that continuously fissions and erodes upon detonation, effectively destroying all other energies and creating a forbidden zone outside the solar domain.
Impressive.
Moreover, the four enhancements to solar energy during the white epidemic would further strengthen this ability.
Yet, two significant drawbacks remained.
First, to create the highest-level Sun Praise, an instant explosion was not feasible. Achieving the ultimate solar crystallization required the addition of inert substances, which greatly extended the time needed for detonation.
Secondly, even without the top-level solar crystallization, if he purified the crystallization beforehand and caused an instant explosion, the expansive range could be problematic for him.
The improved Sun Praise left Bai Yi feeling that he needed to trigger the demon soul blood as soon as he unleashed it.
Suddenly, a knock echoed through the room. "Mr. Bai Yi, the health brigade scholar has arrived."
Bai Yi shook his head, pushing aside his strange thoughts. Now was not the time for distractions.
The extreme version of Sun Praise only required reaching a standard unit of ten centimeters of the ultimate solar crystallization, along with one meter of non-extreme solar crystallization. This would ensure that even a general legend would be reduced to ashes—no further discussion needed.
"Come in," he called out, turning toward the entrance.
A scroll appeared from the guard wearing glasses, an alchemical device designed to assist in translating, interpreting, and recording spoken words—essentially a low-level AI.
"Your Excellency," the guard said, bowing slightly with a smile.
Having assisted Bai Yi in his reforms, he was now a four-star scholar with significant authority in the Scholar's House. His awakening of the Scholar title had also improved his legendary degree, granting him access to more secrets and knowledge.
He had observed NPCs purchasing information, and as long as he maintained a decent rapport with them, borrowing this knowledge was feasible.
The federal government did not oppose the dissemination of knowledge; however, whether anyone chose to exploit it for profit was another matter entirely. Many black market dealings occurred, but on the surface, no one would act as a philanthropist without compensation.
While the federal environment might improve over time, it was still in the early stages of reform. Those who had been oppressed before had yet to change their mindset, making this kind of charity a rarity outside of educational institutions.
In Dongwu City, all schools, except for the aristocratic ones, operated at a loss—without exception.
"Please, have a seat." Bai Yi rubbed his temples. "Demacia found something. Has he informed you?"
The guard considered for a moment before nodding. "Yes, he has."
"Then I'll skip the details. Can you contact the Sun Federation? I need to communicate with a legend there and share some knowledge."
After some thought, Bai Yi concluded that players from the United States were easier to contact than those from the Bear Federation.
The guard nodded decisively. "Yes, but it will take some time."
"Alright, prepare for that. I'll wait here," Bai Yi replied, his mental energy gradually recovering.
"Two hours," the guard confirmed before exiting. He needed to reach out to some anchors in that region. It was always better to connect with familiar circles.
As soon as he stepped out, an announcement reverberated through the player community.
[Version 1.0 will conclude after 30 natural days, with Version 2.0 launching after 90 natural days.]
The guard paused, reluctance evident in his eyes.
Is it ending again?
Bai Yi noticed the announcement on the player forum and felt a twinge of surprise.
It seemed no different from the transition to Version 1.0 during the internal test. It would be two months after just one month of play.
He wondered how long it would be before players returned this time.
In the previous cycle, ten years had passed in the game within those two months.
Fortunately, the war had concluded, and the ancient kingdom was unlikely to initiate conflict for the time being.
Even if war were to break out elsewhere, players had experienced this before.
While players were crucial, they remained the icing on the cake. Assisting someone in dire straits was not the same.
Time passed slowly, and before long, two hours had flown by. Bai Yi focused on how to translate this skill into multiple languages.
The sorcerers and alchemists in the Sun Federation differed from one another. Communication between alchemists could be translated through alchemical array text, but sorcerers and alchemists operated differently.
Using the same method would undoubtedly leave the mages bewildered.
The Sun Federation, after all, had the weakest connections.
They had never communicated with the Dawn or Star Federations. Not only did they lack written communication, but they also struggled with language barriers.
Fortunately, Bai Yi had some knowledge of sorcerer professions. Some of the history he'd learned in school could aid him, such as incorporating the names of certain gods and basic alchemical engravings to replace words.
It didn't matter if the sorcerers didn't understand these engravings; as long as a silver-level alchemist was present, they could always translate.
With a flash of spatial energy, Bai Yi continued his thoughts.
Bang!
"Mr. Bai Yi."
Sun Federation.
This federation stood apart from the other two.
There was no science and technology on this continent, and the laws only favored talent.
In a federation spanning over 30,000 kilometers, images and faith were omnipresent.
When the power of Lady Night swept over the mainland, the people began praying for their own salvation, seeking the god who had vanished.
The power of faith reached its zenith when God manifested.
All magicians experienced significant enhancements during this time, allowing even the weakest members of the federation to rise, including the ninth-tier legends.
"Bishop, behold! It's the messenger of God! Yes, there are affairs concerning the other federations."
In the heart of the Federation lay a peaceful city, where respectful voices echoed. A young boy, kneeling and praying, slowly opened his eyes.
His golden irises, though youthful, exuded an air of dignity.
His name was Hurley, the sole legend of the Sun Federation, who upheld the entire federation alone.
Before him sat a deity upon a throne—the Sun God of the world, the source of Hurley's faith and the Sun Federation's identity.
A radiant aura of faith enveloped the statue, making it appear as if it were the true embodiment of divinity, compelling all to avert their gaze.
"Other federations?" Hurley mused, as the immense power of faith surged around him. His voice resonated like a chorus, reflecting the collective doubts of his faith.
"Yes, according to our research into the wonders, two other major federations exist on this continent. However, those federations seem to have forsaken God, resulting in a low proportion of magicians." An elderly man spoke up.
He was the king's advisor.
Although the Sun Federation operated as a federation, it functioned more like a kingdom. The parliamentary system was largely influenced by royal and theocratic power.
The legislators were also bishops of the gods. The king, a powerful swordsman at level 80, stood just one step away from ultimate mastery, representing the interests of professions beyond magicians. His authority remained formidable.
After all, 70% of extraordinary individuals in this federation were magicians, but that didn't mean other professions couldn't flourish.
In fact, Hurley was deliberately nurturing other professions, such as this king!
Though still a teenager, Hurley was a formidable figure who emerged from the wasteland during the Dark Age, single-handedly establishing the federation.
Cultivating this king aimed to facilitate the emergence of a second legend. It was difficult for magicians to give rise to another legend in this land, as this profession relied heavily on faith.
Now that faith had reached a bottleneck—at least the bottleneck of the Sun Federation.
"Let him in," Hurley instructed softly, rising from his seat.
He bowed to the statue, offering faith as tribute before exiting his practice room.
Magicians had a profound reverence for God; after all, it was their source of the extraordinary.
While they might be resentful of the gods, they also acknowledged the power that came with faith.
After completing his prayer, Hurley stepped out to find an exceptionally beautiful elf girl waiting.
She did not bow upon seeing him but addressed him calmly, "In another distant continent, a powerful federation called Dawn has news for you that I need to deliver personally."
"Please, have a seat."
Hurley nodded, and they both took their seats.
This continent embodied faith, and elves were not subjected to the Sun God's authority; thus, no elf was obliged to bow before the bishop of the Sun God religion, regardless of how powerful he was.
Between gods, the Goddess of Life and the Sun God both held immense power but maintained an equal status among their followers.
This federation was indeed peculiar in many respects.
While disrespecting the gods, they simultaneously honored them.
It resembled a monk praying after kneeling before the Buddha—reciting scriptures only to later scrape the gold paint off the statue to sell for profit.
"Speak your mind," Hurley urged.
"This information is critical. I have only one thing to convey."
"There exists a formidable ancient god who has entered our federation, plotting a grand conspiracy to destroy you."
"Moreover, details about this ancient god are included."
As the words crossed her lips, the aura of faith surged around them once more. A manifestation of power flickered as she produced a well-organized document, its contents seemingly sacred.
For many professions, accessing the depths of divine knowledge required a profound understanding of the rules governing it.
While magicians could harness the strength of faith, they could also manipulate the fabric of reality in ways that other professions could not.
This quality distinguished them from other professions, imbuing them with a unique power akin to pseudo-divine might without the blessings of the gods.
Hurley remained silent for a moment, perhaps feeling underestimated. A subtle displeasure permeated the air, and the faith surrounding him seemed to dim slightly.
Yet, he remained composed as he took the document, examining it closely.
As time passed, a sense of solemnity filled his golden eyes.
The materials recorded within were extensive.
For instance, the character and information pertaining to an ancient god named Charles, as well as details about an abyss lord named Pusheng.
There were also insights regarding the secret world, seemingly connected to divine relics.
If the information was accurate, Charles posed a significant threat.
As he continued to read, he suddenly halted.
The chaotic arrangement of the information left him silent. Much of it was inscribed in divine script, interspersed with regional dialects and contract texts.
Although he could comprehend these texts, their chaotic nature made them challenging to follow. Among them, he recognized certain magical engravings, but these were unformed—indicative that a less-than-proficient magician might find them bewildering.
However, the well-formed alchemical engravings were aesthetically pleasing, even to him, a layman.
It was evident that this information was delivered by a powerful alchemist.
Fortunate that his understanding of magical engravings allowed him to interpret words beyond alchemical markings.
As he processed the information, it began to coalesce into a comprehensible narrative.
His surprise grew as he realized the implications. This explosive knowledge could very well be the key to unlocking great potential.
It became clear why the information was conveyed in such an intricate manner. This explosive technique seemed highly advanced. By utilizing specific purification methods to neutralize solar energy with inert substances, one could create a device capable of obliterating a small world!
Moreover, he discovered insights regarding a distant federation, which warmed his heart.
This was something that had been on the minds of magicians since they began to modify their profession—a lingering unease.
They longed for the arrival of God, praying daily, yet feared that one day God would return to annihilate the blasters of their federation.
He pondered for a moment before addressing the elf player. "Miss Edoma, please extend my gratitude to the Dawn Federation, and assist me in relaying this information in the same manner."
Edoma acknowledged with a smile. "As you wish."