“Okay.”
Meng Lei stepped onto the stairs. By virtue of the magic badge pinned on his chest, he successfully entered the library. A magic screen towered in the wide, spacious hall, displaying the entire library collection’s layout.
There were a total of six floors in the library.
The first floor contained books on general knowledge, such as The Continent Annals, The History of Dragon God Empire’s Development, An Encyclopedia of Magic Materials, 100,000 Magical Beast Species, and so on.
The second, third, fourth, and fifth floors all contained books related to magic, ranging from low-grade to high-grade spells, all of them were stored on these four floors.
Every floor had a total of ten storerooms, each containing books on a specific magic element.
As for the sixth floor—in other words, the library’s top floor—it wasn’t displayed on the magic screen at all, meaning that access to the floor had been limited.
“The sixth floor... What I want is on the sixth floor.”
Unable to suppress the excitement at the bottom of his heart, Meng Lei rode the magic hanging ladder leading up to the sixth floor.
Beep!
He had arrived on the sixth floor.
After exiting the magic hanging ladder, Meng Lei walked toward the corridor leading to the inside. The whole floor was empty, and all the book repositories were also tightly shut.
The sixth floor was devoid of any human presence, as well as of any object.
He didn’t see anyone or any open book repositories even after he had walked all the way to the end of the corridor. Meng Lei’s brows involuntarily furrowed into a deep frown. What was he supposed to look at when there was absolutely nothing here?
Buzz!
In the midst of Meng Lei’s bewilderment, a colorful light beam suddenly shone down from above him and enveloped him right into it. The next moment, Meng Lei abruptly vanished from where he was.
The world began to spin, and the environment around him underwent a huge, radical change. It was no longer an empty corridor but a book repository full of bookshelves.
“It may seem empty and devoid of anything to the eye, but in truth, it’s full of profoundness within. This is what the true top floor of the library really is. Hurry and take a look! What kind of Dragon-Language Magic spells are there!?”
Chapter 122: Titan Bloodline, Meeting The Gods of Fortune
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
A Detailed Explanation of Seventh-Grade Thunder-Elemental Dragon-Language Magic...
A Must-Read On Eighth-Grade Earth-Elemental Dragon-Language Magic...
A Premium Selection of Ninth-Grade Wood-Elemental Dragon-Language Magic...
An Encyclopedia of First-Class Water-Elemental Ultimate Spells...
Not only did the tiny, little book repository contain high-grade Dragon-Language Magic of all elements, but it even housed ultimate-grade spells. There were even thousands upon thousands of first-class spells.
It was no exaggeration to say that all the powerful spells that had ever appeared in history could all be found here. The fruits of intellectual labor of innumerable predecessors and experts from the Fire Dragon Kingdom over more than 20,000 years were all here.
“No wonder they kept the place hidden in such a secretive place.” This was a huge eye-opener for Meng Lei. He remarked, “Every spell here is worth a fortune. Even losing just one would be a terribly great loss.”
“Talents emerge from every generation in this world, and each of them excels in their own domain for years to come, indeed.”
Ol’ Amos was filled with emotion as he marveled. “Just the number of water-elemental and fire-elemental first-class spells that I’ve never seen before already come up to as many as 1,907 types and 2,348 types, respectively. Looks like the development of magic has never once stopped during the last 20,000 years.”
“As long as magic continues to be passed down, improvements in magic will never cease.” A smiling Meng Lei shook his head and said, “Every generation has its own geniuses. This is inevitable.”
“You’re right.” Ol’ Amos nodded lightly. Then, he said, “Hurry and look for the Titan Holy Thunder. I’m very curious as to what kind of secrets there are in it.”
“Alright, Ol’ President.”
Meng Lei quickly began his search. After a while, he found a book titled The Secrets of The Thunder Titans: A True Breakdown of The Titan Holy Thunder in a corner—the author’s name was exactly President Fred!
“Found it!”
Full of anticipation, Meng Lei began to flip through the book. Ol’ Amos also leaned over. However, they had only read the foreword when both of them broke into frowns.
“The Titan Holy Thunder is a thunder technique exclusive to the Thunder Titans. Its might is several dozen times, even hundreds of times, that of ordinary thunder techniques. It could be said to be the strongest thunder technique, the king of all types of thunder, and the most supreme of the thunder element.
“...However, there are very stringent requirements to casting Titan Holy Thunder. The spellcaster needs to possess the Thunder Titan bloodline and use their bloodline as a foundation before they can invoke the powerful Titan Holy Thunder.”
“Needs to possess the Thunder Titan bloodline?”
Meng Lei was instantly rendered speechless. “In that case, doesn’t that mean that without the Thunder Titan bloodline, it’s impossible for one to master the Titan Holy Thunder?”
“Isn’t the current academy president a member of the royalty? Why is he able to master the Titan Holy Thunder?” Ol’ Amos’ brows drew together, “Could it be that he has Thunder Titan blood in him?”
A jolt went through Meng Lei, and his eyes hurriedly skimmed further down the page. As expected, the related description entered his vision.
As it turned out, President Fred was actually a rare double bloodline-holder. Not only did he have Fire Dragon blood in him, but he also had Thunder Titan blood in him at the same time.
“Double bloodline?”
Meng Lei couldn’t help but frown. “Since he has both Fire Dragon bloodline and Thunder Titan bloodline, is President Fred a
