Compared to the old ditation Chamber in Allenson City, the new one wasn't as dim.
The glow of mithril, the brilliance of aurum, and the rising white steam from the equipnt created a dreamlike atmosphere in the room.
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Xu Xi turned the knob and switched on the glass lamp embedded with light crystals. The light was slightly diffused by the steam, casting a soft, hazy glow on Xu Xi and the gray-haired girl lying unconscious not far away.
Occasionally, the girl would show a pained expression and briefly regain consciousness. But soon, she would fall back into unconsciousness, repeatedly, like an endless tornt.
Yet, the strange thing was, despite the apparent danger, the girl's life was unhard, showing no signs of death.
Xu Xi had already checked. Whether using life attribute magic or death attribute magic, Krisa's condition appeared fine.
"But why is this happening... What is going on inside Krisa with those eyes and the demon bloodline?"
Krisa's life being unhard was certainly good news. But remaining in such painful unconsciousness was clearly not acceptable.
Xu Xi turned slightly, looking towards the corner of the ditation Chamber at the young witch who neither knew joy nor sorrow. Her face was pale, lying unconscious on a makeshift magical slab.
Her forehead was covered in sweat, her breathing was irregular and rapid, and her fingers trembled unconsciously.
In a daze, looking at the frail 17-year-old witch, Xu Xi recalled the little girl he once found in a foul, filthy alley, ragged and scarred, stepping through mud, her eyes hollow, praying for salvation in despair.
At this mont, in Xu Xi's eyes, the grown witch and the little witch slowly overlapped, both filled with helplessness.
"It's really hard not to worry about you, Krisa..."
Xu Xi sighed softly, his voice echoing gently in the empty ditation Chamber.
Then, accompanied by the clattering of chanical chains, Xu Xi opened the table and chair embedded in the wall, sat down, and placed several ancient books on the table, beginning to search for information about the Demon Race.
Occasionally, he would get up to observe and record the girl's physical condition. During her brief monts of consciousness, he would chat with her for a bit.
But mostly, he sat alone at the table, flipping through books, holding a pen, under the neither bright nor dim glass lamp, taking notes and marking records about the Demon Race.
"So that's it... there's actually such a thing..."
"Long before the deities descended, the Demon Race was already active in the world..."
"It seems the Divine Creation Theory promoted by the Church of the Deities is not worth trusting; the deities are rely products of the world's birth."
Muttering to himself, he quickly recorded. With the help of the Wisdom of Mortals, Xu Xi's research and thinking abilities were greatly enhanced. His understanding of the Demon Race was gradually deepening.
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[You are worried about the unconscious witch.]
[You begin to study the Demon Race materials.]
[Your original intention is to relieve the witch's unconsciousness, but unexpectedly, you discover unknown truths about the world from various ancient books.]
[There are two versions of the creation myth of the Magic World.]
[One is well-known, where the deities of the heavens jointly created the world, creating all things, the sky, and the earth, thus becoming the masters of the world.]
[The other is a prival theory hidden in obscure books, known by very few, where the world was born in chaos, elents spontaneously generating all things, and the so-called deities were latecors, even appearing later than the Demon Race.]
[Surprised, you continue to examine the detailed information about the Demon Race.]
[The materials are too obscure, and the language used is particularly rare, slowing down your research.]
[The Wisdom of Mortals continues to activate...]
[You have learned the Aegbuan Ancient Tongue, the Prival Language, and the Engra Language.]
[Your research on the Demon Race begins to proceed smoothly, deepening your understanding of their mating habits, innate abilities, and racial characteristics...]
Busy flipping through books.
Busy learning.
When hungry, he temporarily endured it; when thirsty, he used Water Magic to quench his thirst; when tired, he ditated to stay awake.
Except for a few necessary als, Xu Xi maintained this state. His ntal strength was strong, and such a burden was nothing to him, though inevitably, he felt sowhat weary.
"ntor, am I... causing you trouble?"
Midway through, Krisa briefly woke up once. She saw the weary Xu Xi, her eyes hollow, her tone bewildered. Even a girl who had lost her emotions would care for soone important to her; she didn't want Xu Xi to be so exhausted for her sake.
"It's okay, Krisa is very good, never causing trouble."
The man's voice remained gentle. His broad palm, as always, reassuring, gently stroked the witch's head, bringing her a faint but precious warmth.
Very warm, very comfortable, allowing the ntally exhausted witch to return to sleep.
Then, Xu Xi checked again, confirming that Krisa's body was still fine, and once more imrsed himself in the study of the Demon Race. He was close to a breakthrough.
Day after day, sunrise, moonset, and then again.
For nine consecutive days, Xu Xi finally finished reading all the materials on the Demon Race, sorting out the basic thoughts, and had so guesses about the cause of Krisa's unconsciousness.
However, his mind was too chaotic. To avoid an unclear mind affecting subsequent thoughts and plans, Xu Xi decided to rest for a while, allowing his overworked body to sleep.
He didn't return to his bedroom to sleep on a soft bed. His exhausted body just wanted to rest imdiately. Sleepiness washed over him like a tide, engulfing Xu Xi's consciousness, letting him fall into a deep sleep while sitting, looking very peaceful.
"Gurgle—"
"Gurgle—"
With the absence of the sound of writing and the rustling of turning pages, the vast ditation Chamber was left with only the sound of steam swirling and the yellowish, hazy light. Occasionally, a faint hum from outside could be heard.
That was the sound of the massive steam equipnt in the city center, roaring like a giant beast, providing energy for the entire city.
An hour later, the slab engraved with life-restoring magic in the ditation Chamber trembled slightly.
Krisa, who had been unconscious on it, woke up. The black and gold colors in her eyes still swirled and intertwined, like an endless spiral, continuously rising with no end.
Instinctively, she looked in Xu Xi's direction. He was the only person she cared about. Every ti she woke up, Krisa could hear Xu Xi's voice or the sound of him seriously flipping through materials, but this ti it was unusually quiet.
Unaware that Xu Xi had fallen asleep, the witch instinctively began to worry. Anxious and fearful, she wondered if Xu Xi had overexerted himself, leading to an accident.
Once this thought appeared, the witch couldn't remain calm, so she propped herself up on the slab, forcing her weak body to stand.
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