Chapter 568: The Skull
It’s no exaggeration to say that Constantine possessed a mind surpassing all intelligent beings. Even in the golden age of magic, when mages wielded godlike power and boasted countless innovations, not a single one dared claim they were smarter than Constantine…
He was, in essence, the source of all wisdom…
"The end of the Howling River... the end of the Howling River..." At this moment, Leon’s furrowed brow gradually relaxed, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips. He finally understood what was hidden at the end of the Howling River.
Supposedly, after the fall of the ancient Primordial Deity Constantine at the Howling River, his body would have been swept to its end. So then…
What truly surprised Leon was Constantine’s Skull—the relic that could drive mages mad with desire. Even in the golden age of magic, when mages wielded powers rivaling the gods, all yearned for that skull, the very symbol and fountainhead of wisdom.
The legend of that skull swept through the era for centuries. Countless mages plunged into endless planes seeking the spot where Constantine fell, but none ever found it. A certain transcendent mage once declared that whoever obtained the skull could revive the civilization of the ancient Primordial Deities…
"If it truly is Constantine’s Skull…" Leon narrowed his eyes. Any mage would dream of possessing it. If he could obtain it, the benefits would be self-evident—at the very least, it would perfectly resolve the problem currently troubling him.
Any mage who acquired Constantine’s Skull would inevitably choose to fuse with it—and Leon would be no exception. Doing so would not only greatly enhance one’s capacity, but also elevate intellect to a terrifying degree. Perhaps, just as that legendary mage once said, one could truly restore the civilization of the ancient Primordial Deities.
Enhanced capacity is exactly what Leon desperately needs…
Leon possessed three sets of Meditation Laws. Attempting to break through to the rank of Title Archmage was fraught with obstacles—he had to meticulously restrain his own advancement. If he lost control again, his entire path as a mage could be severely affected.
Right now, he was at the peak of Level 6 Archmage, which was manageable, but if he pushed to Level 7 or even Level 8, the fusion of Meditation Laws and magic runes would become exceedingly difficult.
If his capacity were to increase, these worries would vanish. Even if he broke through directly to Level 9 Archmage and then chose to fuse, it would have little impact.
The fusion of humans and Primordial Deity bones had already been proven feasible during the magical golden age. To be precise, the first to attempt this was a Sword Saint named Glenrick...
Truth be told, Glenrick was not particularly gifted, nor did he have any background. Back when he was merely a Greatsword Master, he joined a mercenary band, struggled through countless battles, and only broke through to Sword Saint thanks to the group's rewards. In that era, Sword Saints were everywhere, and Glenrick was a nameless nobody.
In his later years, Glenrick led a team on a mission in another plane. Upon returning to Northend, he announced his retirement from the mercenary band. The higher-ups weren't surprised, assuming the aging Glenrick simply wished to spend his twilight years in peace...
A decade later, that mercenary band—only considered mid-tier in Northend—suddenly suffered brutal revenge from a rival faction. On that blood-soaked night, most of the elite members were wiped out, and even the Level 9 Sword Saint leader was gravely wounded...
There was nothing they could do—their enemies included a Heaven-rank Sword Saint...
Just as despair was about to swallow everyone, a silver sword light suddenly tore through the sky.
And then—