Chapter 96
Effect: Transforms into a body of silver, cannot be targeted or act during the skill's duration; immune to all non-soul and mental damage; reduces soul and mental damage taken by 90%.
Duration: 10 seconds
Cost: 80% of maximum spiritual energy
Casting Time: Instant release
Cooldown: 72 hours
Spell Range: Self
**[Wrath of Thunder]**
Effect: Summons dragon fire and thunder, randomly striking all creatures and the environment within range, dealing 2500 (+2500 x spell power%) points of thunder damage per second to those hit.
Duration: 15 seconds
Cost: 1000 spiritual energy
Casting Time: 3 minutes
Cooldown: 24 hours
Spell Range: 100 meters
Ye Bai took a deep breath. This was Dragon Language magic; even a single spell was as powerful as a third-tier magic.
Though the cooldown was long and the mana cost was steep, for players at this stage, any of these spells would be an insurmountable force.
There was no need to elaborate on the Silver Sanctuary; it was a life-saving skill, a crucial defense against fatal damage. Few skills could inflict soul or mental damage, and this one could mitigate 90% of it.
As for Wrath of Thunder, the terrifying damage of 2500 per second was formidable. While it had the drawback of hitting both friend and foe, its damage was akin to a nuclear weapon. With a base thunder damage of 2500, plus additional damage from the caster's spell power, once unleashed, it would clear the battlefield.
In terms of mana consumption, with the equipment **[Dragon Language Spirit Whistle]** raising her limit to 400 spiritual energy, Ye Bai could just manage the cost of Wrath of Thunder.
As long as she hit an enemy with this spell, she wouldn't have to worry about running out of spiritual energy. Let’s not forget, she also had a class skill **[Mana Siphon]**; under the immense area damage, the 1000 cost would be replenished in no time.
Only the Silver Sanctuary consumed mana as a percentage, meaning it couldn't be replenished.
If she had been able to use these two powerful Dragon Language spells earlier, Ye Bai would have dared to linger in the dungeon for more rewards.
The only pity was that Dragon Language magic relied on the Dragon Language Spirit Whistle, which couldn't share casting time with skills from the Magic Bloodline. She couldn't stack the effects of the Snow-colored Sword to make all her spells instant, nor could she learn it in reality.
This trip to the divine realm had already been a tremendous gain for Ye Bai, simply by acquiring the Dragon Language Spirit Whistle.
Next, she turned her gaze to the tome.
Originally hidden in the dragon clan's treasure vault, it was used by the dracolich for rituals, and the mysterious paper figure needed it to regain its power...
Ye Bai reached out to touch the tome again, and as she did, information flooded into her consciousness. Her hand froze, and she took a deep breath.
In the attribute panel, instead of the golden hue of legendary items, there was a strikingly vivid red.
Though she had suspected it, the confirmation made her heart race.
Red represented mythic equipment, simply put, it was a divine artifact.
**[Codex of Death]**
Level: Mythic
Focus: +5000
Special Effect - Soul Burn: When equipped, all attacks by the wielder inflict triple soul damage.
Special Effect - Undead Lord: When equipped, all undead creatures below level 80 become friendly units, with loyalty fixed at 100.
Special Effect - Servant Resurrection: By consuming its own spiritual energy and health, the wielder can convert a corpse into an undead servant. The conversion cost is related to the creature's level, with a maximum level difference of 20.
Special Effect - Death's Command: Cannot use other school magic, masters all undead magic; all undead spells, except legendary ones, have no casting time.
Special Effect - Bone Domain: When equipped, can cast the legendary spell **[Bone Domain]**—within the domain, no other magic can be used; undead units deal +300% damage, and all undead magic deals +500% damage. The base domain range is 100 meters, with spell power providing additional range extension. Cooldown time is 12 hours, consuming 1% of spiritual energy per second.
Trait - Dragon Mark: A treasure marked by ancient dragons; anyone daring to steal from the dragon's private property will face the wrath of the dragon clan.
Trait - Curse of the Reaper: The wielder is permanently transformed into an undead creature.
Equipment Requirement: Level greater than 80.
Description: The one who picks up this tome will become the new Reaper.
Mythic equipment is the pinnacle of gear in the entire game, without exception.
In Ye Bai's design system, mythic equipment in the divine realm is randomly generated, with only eight pieces corresponding to the eight fundamental laws. They can be destroyed, but after destruction, they will reappear in new forms and attributes. The Codex of Death clearly corresponds to the law of death.
After its birth, it likely changed hands many times before becoming the most precious treasure in the ancient dragon's vault.
As she read through the long list of special effects, when she reached the final trait, "Curse of the Reaper," and the equipment requirements, Ye Bai choked.
The equipment was excellent, but she couldn't use it. The requirement was to reach demigod status, which was manageable, but the troublesome part was the permanent transformation into an undead creature.
Once transformed, it would mean the complete collapse of Ye Bai's class system. Her identity would no longer be that of a blooded god, but rather an undead creature hunted by all. Even if she donned a perfect mask to conceal her identity, she would be exposed in battle.
Moreover, without being a blooded god, her talent and class skill systems would shut down. All her power would stem from the equipment, and she wouldn't be able to influence reality through skill points. It would mean losing the greatest advantage she had in the multiverse, something a wise person would never choose.
"Ah..."
Ye Bai sighed. The divine artifact was so close, yet she couldn't use it; that was the most painful part.
Just then, as she touched the tome, the golden-red mystical script on the cover shifted, sketching out a new image of the paper figure.
Under the artistic style of the tome's text, the lines of the paper figure became much more refined. No longer resembling the previous little figure, it now appeared as a handsome young man with long hair, but on the black tome, it took on a gothic style, looking rather eerie.
The paper figure looked at Ye Bai and smiled, saying, "I'm so glad to see you safe and sound."
Ye Bai nodded. "Thanks to you earlier. Has your power been restored?"
Though she had been avoiding the paper figure's tasks, Ye Bai was always clear about her debts. In the dungeon, the paper figure had indeed helped her a lot, especially at the critical moment when it reliably turned the tide, changing her impression of it.
If one cannot judge a person's words, one can look at their actions.
This applied to the donkey as well as the paper figure.
The only two beings Ye Bai could communicate with in the divine realm might have their own agendas, but their actions towards her so far had been benevolent.
"I've regained some, thanks to your help. I really appreciate it." After expressing gratitude, the paper figure turned to the donkey beside her. "Ottofis actually helped you bring the tome out; that's impressive!"
"Ah-uh!"
Hearing this, the donkey snorted, pushing its face close to the tome and grinning proudly, revealing its large white teeth.
Ye Bai stroked her chin, noting that the donkey seemed to approve of the name the paper figure had chosen. "Did you two know each other before?"
"Ah-uh!"
"Not really."
Well, it seemed they had some contact before Ye Bai arrived.
After complimenting the donkey, the paper figure blinked and looked at Ye Bai. "But this tome isn't suitable for you, is it?"
"…Yeah." As she replied, Ye Bai felt a pang in her heart.
Unexpectedly, the paper figure continued, "Perhaps I can bring you a small change..."
"Huh?"
Ye Bai was taken aback, surprised by the implication of the paper figure's words. Then she saw the paper figure's image vanish from the tome, and all the text suddenly became chaotic, forming a bewildering vortex.
The vortex spun faster and faster, and finally, a golden light flashed, restoring calm to the tome.
The paper figure's image reappeared, but this time, the lines that formed it were noticeably fewer and more faded. If one were to describe it... it felt like it had transformed from a delicate line drawing into a rough sketch.
"Take another look."
With her head full of questions, Ye Bai reached out to touch the Codex of Death, scanning through its information from top to bottom. The various details of the equipment remained unchanged until she reached the traits section, where she suddenly froze.
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