The Peerless Tang Sect: Heavenly Heart Douluo

Chapter 234 Innovative Concepts: Abandoning Elements? (4000 words)

Holy Demon Continent, Holy Temple Federation Headquarters, Holy City.

Since the six great temples won the final victory in the war against the demons, the Temple Alliance has gained actual control over the entire continent. After hundreds of years of growth and development, the Temple Federation has taken its current form.

After discussions among the leaders of the six temples, the Temple Alliance decided to change its name to the Temple Federation, which consists of two main parts.

One part consists of the Holy Temple, composed of powerful figures from the six major temples. They are primarily responsible for the Federation's military affairs and participate in important decision-making.

The other part is the Federal Government, composed of the chief executives of the thirty-six provinces that the federation is divided into. They are mainly responsible for the daily operation of the federation, various policy formulations, and participation in important decision-making. The two institutions supervise and assist each other.

However, the specific structure is none of the business of ordinary people.

After all, with the loss of external threats, the internal hidden dangers within the Temple Alliance organization began to surface.

That is the intricate relationship between the powerful figures of the Holy Temple, and the insurmountable gap between the human elite and ordinary people. Although the Holy Temple Federation now symbolically recruits "common talents" and allows them to join the Holy Temple.

However, compared to the sheer size of the Temple, it's a drop in the ocean. Unless someone truly possesses extraordinary talent, in this "peaceful" era, the social hierarchy between people is already fixed the moment they make a move.

The main hall of the Mage's Temple, the Great Library.

A boy of only thirteen or fourteen years old was flipping through the book in his hands at an extremely fast speed. Upon closer inspection, the boy's fingers did not touch the book, but merely tapped lightly on the table.

Then, a faint but perfectly timed magical light flashed, and the pages of the book began to turn rapidly. The boy, however, kept his eyes closed, not using them to read this precious book that had been preserved by the Temple of Mages for ten thousand years.

Beside the boy, books had been piled up into a small mountain. Whenever he finished "reading" a book, he would use magic to take down another book and repeat the process.

Only some high-ranking magicians knew that the boy was reading books using his extraordinary mental strength. This method allowed him to remember more deeply than reading with his eyes, but it required an extremely high level of mental strength.

Judging from the speed at which a young person reads, one can tell that even if the person appears young, their attainments in magic and spirituality are definitely not simple.

At this moment, there were still many magicians from other city-states in the Great Library who had come to study. Looking at this strange scene, they couldn't help but ask, "Who is this child? Reading books in the Great Library requires permissions and points, right?"

"Why can this person read books without any scruples? We have to accumulate points for ages to borrow books here," a mage in a mage's robe, who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old and exuded the aura of a fifth-tier mage, whispered to his friend beside him.

He came to the Holy City from another city-state to study, and this was his first time visiting the Great Library of the Mage Temple. Therefore, he was somewhat puzzled as to why magic books, which were considered extremely precious by them, were being read around by a child.

An older mage beside him replied, "Junior, you're new here and don't know yet, but this is the Holy Son of our Mage Temple."

"A Holy Son? Does our Temple of Mages even have a Holy Son?" the mage said incredulously. After all, unlike the Temple of Priests, Temple of Assassins, and even Temple of Knights, the Temple of Mages only pursued the understanding of magic.

Even during times of war, the Temple of Mages never established any position such as a Holy Son, let alone in this peaceful era.

Furthermore, due to the regulations of the Federation, even the leaders of the Temple cannot openly favor their own offspring, so where does the title of Holy Son come from?

"You're right. There weren't any before, but there are now. After all, do you know how rare it is to have a being with 100 innate magical spiritual power, 100 innate internal spiritual power, and spatial affinity?"

"What?!" Upon hearing this, the younger mage's eyes widened, and he said in disbelief, "Is this still human? Are you sure this isn't the human form of some deity?"

"So now you know why the leader made an exception and established the status of a Holy Son in this generation."

The older mage sighed, a look of envy in his eyes: "It's said that after this child's aptitude was tested, both the Priest Temple and the Summoner Temple were vying to have him join them."

"If our temple master hadn't been stronger, this boy might have been snatched away back then. After all, although spatial attributes are not as suitable for the priest temple as light attributes, nor are they as suitable for the summoner temple as mental attributes."

"However, similarly, our Temple of Mages doesn't have a very deep understanding of spatial properties either."

"So it can be said that the Temple Master has placed all his hopes for the future research on spatial elements on our Holy Son."

"Besides, he's only thirteen years old, and he's already a sixth-tier mage. Look at yourself, sigh, when I was his age I was only third-tier. It's true that different people have different fates."

An elderly man with white hair approached the two mages who were talking in the large library. He coughed twice and then said in a serious tone, "Alright, what books do you want to borrow? Hurry up and register. Don't disturb the other people here."

"Yes, Elder!"

Shaking his head, the old man watched the two hurried magicians leave, then walked towards the boy who was flipping through a book, and said in a soft voice, "Little Kong, aren't you tired after reading for so long? Do you want to take a break?"

The boy shook his head: "I've read almost all the books on this floor. Can we go to the next floor now?"

Upon hearing this, the old man's expression stiffened, and then he said, "Is that so? Hahaha, that's fast! But I remember you only came to this fifth floor last month, Xiao Kong. Why don't you rest a bit more before you go?"

The boy simply waved his hand, and the magic book in front of him was immediately closed. Then, all the books scattered around him vanished instantly and reappeared in their original places.

"No need, I've already memorized most of the knowledge in these books. Do you want me to show you?"

The old man sighed, inwardly lamenting, "Palace Master, this apprentice you've taken on is really causing trouble! I originally thought guarding the Grand Library would be an easy job, but since this little fellow arrived, I haven't dared to relax for a moment."

"Alright then, let me see just how far you've progressed in your magical skills, Xiao Kong."

"Don't resist," the boy said casually. Then the old man felt a magical force envelop him, followed by a spatial rhythm. At this moment, the old man disregarded his status as an elder and hurriedly tried to memorize this spatial rhythm through his magic.

In the blink of an eye, the boy and the old man appeared in a specially made room in the magician's temple, a room where magicians could spar or test their magic.

"I won't go to the simulation room, otherwise it'll be too restrictive and boring when we're actually fighting," the boy said expressionlessly.

The old man's lips twitched. Even as a ninth-tier mage, he couldn't figure out how the boy's spatial magic was released or constructed. It was truly painful.

Although I had tried a few times before, I still couldn't help but feel frustrated. Is this what a genius with 100 innate spiritual power is like?

"Are you ready?" the boy asked casually, but the old man couldn't help but take it seriously. After all, he knew that the boy in front of him was only a sixth-level mage, and he had come mainly to test the fifth-level magic that the boy had just learned.

However, the opponent's true combat strength cannot be determined solely by their apparent class.

In an instant, multiple light screens appeared beside the old man, followed by the appearance of the ninth-order defensive magic, Divine Protection, composed of the three elements of earth, water, and light.

It possesses extremely high resistance to physical, magical, and dark attacks, and coupled with the ever-renewing nature of water, it is difficult for even other ninth-tier mages to break through it in a short period of time.

The premise, of course, is that the ninth-tier mage's skill in attributes is not as high as the old man's.

Then the old man began to manipulate the elements in the field, combining them into magic of varying levels, all of which possessed powerful defensive capabilities.

With his mastery as a ninth-tier mage, his figure soon disappeared into layers of magical light.

The boy didn't move, but the surrounding space began to become unstable, and then the elemental turmoil began.

The cycle of light and darkness, the roar of wind and earth, the rise of water and fire, are all interspersed with subtle streaks of spiritual light unique to the spatial elements, harmonizing these elements.

These were combined to form spells ranging from the lowest to the highest rank, the first to the fifth rank.

It seems to be endless, and even a sixth-order mage, even a genius with a hundred innate dual spiritual power, how could he possibly use so many different and opposing magics at the same time?

This incredible scene unfolded on the battlefield, and even those whose magic surpassed that of the youth were no match for such an offensive.

However, with enough ants to kill an elephant, under the relentless onslaught, the old man's outermost ninth-tier defensive magic, Divine Protection, began to show signs of cracking.

The boy's offensive showed no sign of abating, and the boy simply watched quietly until the old man finally noticed something was wrong and hurriedly called out.

"Stop, stop, stop! I'm not fighting anymore! You're using the elements and magic I control to attack me? How did you do that?"

The old man, panting heavily, dispelled the magic he had cast for defense. At the same time, the boy also dispelled his own magic.

Although the old man had fought the boy before when the boy was learning first to fourth-level magic, the boy's attacks, while powerful, were not as invincible as they were now. So the old man was very curious about what ability the boy had used to achieve such a terrifying effect.

This can no longer be explained by the so-called innate dual spiritual power of one hundred.

"Spatial adjustment, magical composition," the boy said casually, while taking out a small booklet and making notes.

"What?" The old man was somewhat confused, as if he did not understand what the boy was saying.

The boy rolled his eyes, tossed the booklet to the old man, and then vanished from the training ground with a flash, accompanied by spatial fluctuations.

The old man opened the booklet with some doubt. It contained the boy's notes, which recorded his interpretations and understanding of magic.

The booklet wasn't thick, and it mostly contained concepts without any practical knowledge, but the old man was greatly shocked and stood there stunned.

This is because the ideas recorded in this booklet completely overturned the previous understanding of magic by the Magician's Temple.

In the past, the use of magic in the temple of magicians often involved improving their spiritual power and elemental affinity through various means, and then communicating with the elemental spirits between heaven and earth through their spiritual power, so that they could be combined into various spells according to the magicians' wishes.

However, the boy's notes used six first-tier spells as examples.

Tier 1 Magic: Light Bullet, Tier 1 Magic: Shadow Spear, Tier 1 Magic: Earth Spike, Tier 1 Magic: Ice Cone, Tier 1 Magic: Fireball, Tier 1 Magic: Wind Blade.

The boy further broke down these spells, which were already considered the lowest level by the magicians.

The text breaks down the logic of elemental operation, how to manipulate these elements with mental power, and how to use mental power to replace elemental spirits to operate these elements according to logic and combine them into complete magic.

It should be noted that before this, mages on the Holy Demon Continent would not do such a laborious and thankless task. Even the worst mage could quickly master first-level basic magic by communicating with elemental spirits through mental power.

According to the boy's logic, even though they are both at the first level, others may have mastered six elemental magics, while you can only master one, and your casting speed is not as fast as others can directly communicate with elemental spirits.

However, the boy criticized the cultivation methods passed down from ancient times in the Temple of Magic with disdain.

Unlike the "borrowing" method used in the Mage's Temple, the boy's magical theory uses "seizing," replacing the elemental spirits with the mage himself during the spellcasting process.

It's important to understand that there's a significant difference between opponents with elemental affinity and ordinary mages: when faced with an opponent of the same element and high affinity, it's very difficult for an average mage to gain the favor of an elemental spirit and unleash their corresponding magic.

This also leads to the emergence of so-called "ultimate attributes" and "divine favored individuals".

However, this situation would not occur if the magic was constructed and performed using the boy's theory.

Once magic is formed, it is a real formation. No matter what elemental being the other party is, they have no right to control the elements in your magic.

As the old man studied this concept more and more, he found himself standing motionless and expressionless on the training ground.

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