Isaac flipped through the books as if he could see the myths flowing through his fingertips.
The vast wars of gods and demons, the lamentable historical epics.
He seemed to witness everything firsthand through the text, or rather, Professor Naxika seemed to witness everything firsthand.
Not like from archaeology, there was a sense of joy and sorrow as if being present.
Sunflower Dynasty, Jiaxia descended, the great flood submerged the heavens and the earth, Mayan Civilization emerged after the deluge, extinction of the Martial Dao era, the rise of the Witch Dynasty, only to be startlingly overthrown by Demon Lord Grace. Where does the train of civilization ultimately head?
When he reached the decline of Martial Dao, his heart was silent.
Empress Lianna dominated an era, clearly peerless in strength, yet no longer had anyone practicing Martial Dao with her. That immense desolation he vaguely could empathize with.
Invincible, so what?
