Rivers of the Night-Chapter 430: Arcane

Theron stared for a long while, trying to pick out what was so different. Why did it feel so existential, and yet like nothing at all would happen?

Even after standing there for a long while, it was like nothing at all had happened.

’Something is wrong. But... I don’t know what it is...’

Without a choice, Theron turned away. His intuition was practically screaming at him, telling him that something was wrong, but there was nothing he could do to change it.

There was only one thing he was hoping... and that was that this world would hold up until he completed his revenge. That was what mattered most. The only thing that mattered.

This time, Theron didn’t try to resonate with this Magic Circle again, nor did he try to find out more about the Bloomstones through meaningless trial and error. He went right to the line of books, picked up the first one, and began to read.

Theron’s mind was on a completely different level than when he had first stepped in here. He wasn’t just a Quasi Gold Mancer now, as opposed to the Quasi Silver he had been before. But his Third Eye had also evolved several times over.

In fact, when he completed the chilling path, it had been on the verge of evolving once more. The only thing that wasn’t quite ready was his heated path. But Theron felt like he could complete it whenever he wanted now, he was just not ready to have that fury take him over...

Not yet.

He needed his mind cool and relaxed until that time came that he could give it everything he had.

But this was more than enough.

His Third Eye put even Divine Realm experts to shame right now. His speed of reading was thousands of times beyond what it had been before. His comprehension abilities, even more exaggerated. And his memory... it was probably the best of them all.

He tore through one book after another, almost slamming them back on the shelves with the speed he went through them.

Though he felt that he could get away with reading as much as three or four at the same time with this same speed, he decided against it. This was the best way to ensure the information wasn’t just read, but properly absorbed.

Plus... this speed was already more than enough.

Theron didn’t know what he expected when he started reading these books. Maybe ancient secrets related to the Luminescent Moon Sect and their people, who they had been and what had become of them.

But there was nothing of the sort here at all.

Instead, it was all so general purpose that it hardly seemed to have anything to do with cultivation at all.

Books on biology, evolution. Scientific peer reviews on chemistry and physics. They all had a level of rigor and detail that Theron had never before seen in his life, illustrating concepts that seemed so vague in terms so bold and detailed it almost felt more like the elaborate worldbuilding of a science fiction novel than reality.

But Theron found himself casually testing the principles from time to time, only to find just how correct they were.

Illustrations of Water Mana and the reason for its polarity, for example, shocked him to his core. Was this why his Water Mana acted the way it did?

And what about his body? Were these the real secrets of the human body? In that case, was he really using the full potential of his ability to control his own blood?

Theron might have thought that he would find out secrets of the continent, but he found nothing of the sort. Instead, with every book he read, his Water Mana and control deepened, his body’s balance increased, and his comprehensions reached deeper and deeper levels.

Light swirled around him and his reading speed increased as he diverted more blood from his muscles and instead toward his brain, whisking away the impurities and pumping it full of the vitality it needed.

His eyes darted across the pages with greater speed, and while his body felt weaker, it hardly mattered when all he had to do was stand here and lift books no heavier than a few jin at most.

Theron’s breathing became steadier and steadier, the moons shining down upon the core of the library only becoming more menacing as the lights dimmed further.

Crackling lightning danced and randomly sparked across Theron’s skin as though he had become some sort of lightning rod for the Heavens, as though they wanted to smite him down already, but could do nothing as he had yet to trigger his Tribulation.

Theron exhaled a breath and it came out in a steaming cloud as he placed the last book down.

It was a library of tens of thousands of books. Even if he read a book a second, it should have taken him half a day to finish at best.

He cleared out the library in less than a week.

Taking another breath, his Mana churned wildly inside of him. He closed his eyes, his head tilting up to the skies above. His blood churned inside of him, almost boiling wildly. He had never felt more powerful in his life.

BOOM!

His Core practically exploded with power, his Water Resonance shredding past the barrier Runebound had placed on it to a level higher than that...

A level Theron didn’t know the name of...

A level that didn’t exist on this continent at all...

Power—an intoxicating power—the kind that cultivators chased after all their lives, only to fall short of, was dancing at the tips of his fingers right this moment.

Arcane. novelbuddy-cσ๓

The word reverberated in Theron’s ears as though the Heavens themselves were speaking to him.

More sparks of lightning lit on his body, sizzling and pulsing, leaving burns in their wake that made Theron almost itch with pain.

But he hardly reacted.

Now was not the time.

Arcane Resonance, was it? It seemed he was going to have to find out personally just how powerful it was.

New n𝙤vel chapters are published on f(r)e𝒆webn(o)vel.com