Greatest Legacy of t Chapter 268 Geometrical

Chapter 268 Geotrical

Under the gentle glow of the twin moons, Adam sat on the tilted, slanted rooftop of his living quarter. His grimoire lay open before him and Valerian slept beside him, softly purring from ti to ti, seemingly enjoying the nightti weather.

As the cool breeze blew by and brushed past his face, the youth glanced at the City of Stardale from his vantage point in a slight daze.

Down below, the city was bustling with activity. People went about their daily routines, seemingly unfazed by the conflict that occurred every day beyond the city walls.

Magi lounged under the trees, chatted in the lively marketplace, and went about their business as if the war was nothing more than a fictional story to them.

As Adam realized this, he scoffed, "If an outsider teleported here, they would never guess that we are in the middle of a war."

Today marked two months since the war with the orcs had begun. They would control the magical beasts to attack at sunrise and retreat at sunset.

Following this similar pattern for such a long period, it was no surprise that everyone was behaving the way they were now.

Adam glanced at all this with a sense of detachnt. To him, this war was just a backdrop. His entire focus was on his research, delving deeper into the mysteries of the soul and the usage of spiritual power.

His eyes were deep and thoughtful as he slowly jotted down notes on his grimoire. From ti to ti, he would stop and look up at the twin moons, deep in contemplation.

"I wish there were more details about magical focus in the Savant Tower…" he muttered with regret.

Magical focuses were in use thousands of years ago, perhaps even more. Ever since the establishnt of the model components, they had beco obsolete. That was why Adam had found barely any papers on them at the grand library.

This resulted in his research on spiritual power becoming more difficult and ti-consuming. However, there was no way he was giving up. It would truly be a sha if he couldn't utilize this energy when everything was laid out before him.

With a steady hand, he made the quill dance across the pages of his grimoire. Despite the chaos that surrounded the city walls, his aura was calm.

At that mont, he was not a warrior. He was a scholar, a seeker of truth.

He slowly closed his eyes and shifted his consciousness to his spirit sea. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself levitating in front of the white lotus.

Inside his spirit sea, the white lotus was enormous. Its size was comparable to a small island one would find in the outside world. Adam looked around and saw that the waters that symbolized his spiritual power were vast, calm, and gentle.

The youth exhaled a deep breath as he rubbed his hands in excitent. "Alright, let's try this one more ti."

He slowly raised his hands above his head and stretched them wide as if he were hugging the world itself. For the next few monts, nothing happened even as drops of sweat trickled down Adam's face and his muscles started to tremble from the sheer stress.

But suddenly…

RUMBLE!

His spirit sea responded to his call. The calm surface of the water began to resonate with him, the waves swelling and rising, following the rhythm of his breathing in perfect synchronicity.

Adam's eyes narrowed, his expression extrely solemn. With a highly focused gaze, he commanded the water around the lotus to rise higher and higher before it cascaded down.

Every ti the water fell, he manipulated it to rise even higher the following mont by taking support from the kinetic energy of the waves. The waves danced at his command, displaying his amazing control over his spiritual power.

The air was filled with the sound of waves crashing as the water around the white lotus rose higher and higher. It was a breathtaking spectacle as Adam levitated before the lotus, commanding the waves to surround it.

Finally, the youth couldn't hold it any longer and gave up. His arms listlessly fell beside him. The large wall of water that had surrounded the lotus lost its support and fell down as well, rging back into the sea.

Adam took large mouthfuls of air as he glanced at the lotus. "Damn it, I'm still missing sothing."

Having just expended so much energy in his soul form, Adam was ntally exhausted. After catching a breather, he flew closer to the lotus, mumbling to himself,

"If I could use the lotus as the magical focus and have additional support from one of the three spell components, that would certainly make things easier. But then again… that's easier said than done."

Coming up with a brand new spell model, hand gestures, and identifying which materials to sacrifice was essentially the sa as creating a new spell.

Although Adam's knowledge could be considered deep regarding the analytical side of magic, it would still require a long ti for him to be able to create a brand new spell.

Not months, but years.

Moreover, this spell would be sothing that used spiritual power as fuel and the white lotus as the magical focus. Both these things were closely tied to his soul.

If he made even the slightest of mistakes, it would lead to devastating consequences. Sothing that he did not want to see.

That is why he didn't rush to complete his research. It didn't matter how much ti it took, as long as he succeeded, that was all that mattered to him.

As Adam was flying over the white lotus, he suddenly paused. Directly below him was the artifact. From his perspective, the top side of the lotus looked almost identical to a spell model!

"Huh, how uncanny…" Adam's eyes flashed with surprise and curiosity. "This geotrical pattern almost resembles the flower of life that the professors spoke about in the academy."

"Wait a minute!" The youth's eyes widened, his heart gripped by disbelief. "Flower of life… flower… this can't be a coincidence!"

The flower of life was considered by many Magi a geotric form of perfect proportions. It was an ancient symbol that was depicted across many cultures across ti.

Tumultous waves rose inside Adam's heart as he involuntarily gulped, "No… this... this is too good to be a coincidence."

He shifted his consciousness back to the outside world and hurriedly started writing down his speculations about the flower of life and how this sacred geotrical pattern could be used as the basis for a spell model.

Of course, he was wise enough to not ntion anything about the lotus.

The shock and excitent in his eyes couldn't be concealed as the quill in his hand drew letters and ford words across the pages of his grimoire.

As he was lost in his research, outside the city walls, in the depths of the forest, shadowy figures could be seen slowly advancing toward the city.

Finally, a towering and muscular figure stepped out of the forest.

This figure's skin complexion was a shade of light green. His upper body was bare and leather garnts covered his waist. His blood-thirsty eyes coldly gazed at Stardale, his lips curling up into a sinister grin, displaying his sharp lower tusks.

The orc grabbed an ivory horn hanging from his waist and blew on it. For the first ti since the beginning of the war, the sound of the trumpet echoed on the battlefield during night-ti!