"May the great arcane Opus find the way to the Pure Land and enjoy peace after making such sacrifices."

He nodded thoughtfully and said to the golem, "What would you do if I didn't choose to open the sarcophagus."

"I will push the sarcophagus sealed by my master to the entrance to the Pure Land, accompany him to the Pure Land, and fulfill his last wish." The golem stared at the symbols around the picture frame, and was silent for a long time, and said slowly.

"It's actually not necessary to be so troublesome." Brian took out the scroll and said to the golem. "I have a scroll of prayer here. I can save your master from turning into dust after opening the sarcophagus, or resurrect him after turning into dust."

"Really?" The dim light flashed in the golem's eyes.

"That's right." Brian nodded slightly, but he didn't have such great hope in his heart.

"That's so thank you." The golem bowed deeply to him excitedly.

Brian took out the prayer scroll with an uneasy look, ready to open it with a rough look.

He didn't pretend, he was indeed a little worried.

The basic concept of the Nine-ring Spell Prayer is very simple. As long as you make a wish, it will help you realize it. The degree of freedom is greater than any spell, but the level of the prayer scroll is also higher than that of any spell. If you are not careful, you may even be in danger of life.

Brian has heard of it for a long time, let alone trying to awaken the people who have been sleeping for thousands of years.

For example, if you make a wish that the world is invincible, your power will instantly reach the world's invincibility in the next second, the price is that your life span will be burned instantly, and then a song of cold will be given to you.

An ancient green dragon once tried to use the prayer technique, hoping that his property would never be stolen. As a result, all his property was thrown into the astral realm and then exploded into astral dust with a bang.

Now, the Green Dragon's treasure has really become something that no one can steal.

There are even some players who are desperate to use the technique of prayer to gain more wishes at the cost of one wish.

This wish can indeed be realized, but the effect is to put the player in an endless closed time loop and constantly move him back to the time of the first wish.

Thinking of all the terrible consequences, Brian secretly broke into a cold sweat.

He took a deep breath, tore the scroll open, and shouted at the colorful glow that emitted, "I hope that the great arcane Opus will avoid the tragedy of turning into dust after opening the sarcophagus."

There are three rules for prayer:

First: It must be one sentence.

Second: You must speak with ‘I hope…’.

Third: It must be finished within six seconds.

Just finished speaking.

Brian saw the floating colorful glow suddenly dissipated, and delivered a slightly playful word to his mind: "Adventurer, your wish has been fulfilled."

Seeing that there was no abnormality in himself, Brian breathed a sigh of relief, and then signaled the golem to open the sarcophagus.

As the sarcophagus was slowly opened, the golem knelt in front of the sarcophagus excitedly, waiting patiently for the great arcane to wake up.

After Brian learned from Herist's spiritual transmission that there was no danger around him, he walked to the sarcophagus with confidence.

He saw an old man with a white face and a white hair sleeping peacefully in the sarcophagus.

Around him, like the North Star lady Blassi, there were also many funeral objects placed.

What attracted Brian's attention most was the two books and a color-resistant scroll wrapped in silk.

Because he has obtained the background expertise of "Archaeology Inheritance" and has the ability to perceive color-resistant scrolls, he instantly senses it when he reaches a certain range.

During the long wait, when Brian thought something was wrong with his prayer technique, he finally saw the eyelids of the great arcane Opus squirming slightly and slowly opened his wise eyes.

"Master, you...you are finally awake!" the golem shouted excitedly, and tears of joy surged from its eyes.

"Sapphire Sweater, thank you for your protection and persistence." The great archanger who stood up from the sarcophagus said to the golem in an old voice, "Thank you for your hard work."

He closed his eyes and was silent for a long time, as if he was sensing the situation outside through some kind of spell.

The moment he opened his eyes, Brian felt that the great arcane had obviously become much older.

He floated out of the sarcophagus, stood with his hands behind his back, looked at the river flowing on the walls on the west and the flowers and plants swaying in China in a breeze, and sighed sadly: "I didn't expect that the disaster would come, and in the end he could not escape the fate of destruction."

Brian and Helister looked at each other, and both of them tactfully did not disturb the great arcane who remembered the past.

"Young man, I can feel the blood of the Neserels flowing in your body." The great arcane turned around and looked at Brian with wise eyes, "Tell me what your name is."

"Brian."

Brian said his name calmly, "Hello, Lord Opas, the Great Arcane."

"Since you can find this place, I must have some understanding of me." The great arcane said slowly, "I don't have much time, so let's talk about it for a long time."

"On behalf of all Neserirs, I welcome your arrival, Brian, where the hope of the Empire is."

"Child, maybe I am a stranger to you, but to me, to us, you are a very familiar existence. Since you have stepped into this place, you should know your destiny."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! The Great Arcane said sincerely to Brian, "Now is the time for you to fulfill your mission. Come on, accept my inheritance and recast the new glory of the Naserel Empire..."

"Wait a moment!"

Brian interrupted the Great Arcane, "I didn't come for this, Lord Opas."

"oh?"

Hearing Brian's unexpected answer, the great arcane was slightly stunned. He obviously did not expect that the other party would give such an answer.

"Isn't this a mission for a descendant of Neseril?" he sighed softly and said slowly, "The reason why I survived until now is that I don't want to see my lifelong research be lost."

"Maybe...you should feel the mood of our tribe and understand my difficulties at this moment." The great arcane waved at Brian in Herrist's vigilant gaze.

“Respond to our call…Bryan…”

Suddenly, in the infinite void, the sound rang out and disappeared, like waves, coming one after another.

"For the future of Naserel..."

Brian held his forehead, and the pain and hazy words from there made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

He found that some terrible messages were beyond his imagination, and were constantly like a flood, as if he had ignored his spiritual defense line and rushed into his mind with waves.

Those emotions made Brian feel frightened and uneasy, because he had never felt so many emotions so directly.

It was as if I was surrounded by countless people, and everyone was shouting at him, with screams of fear, calls of joy, roars of anger, and wailing of disappointment.

Brian felt almost crazy, he wanted to scream and stop these sounds, but he couldn't do it.

Although he knew what kind of benefits he would get after taking over the so-called mission of the Great Arcane, he did not want to take on this mission in this way.

Just like the one he rejected Hisaiah at the beginning.

His loyalty belongs only to him, and even the gods cannot do it.

This is the principle he has always adhered to.

Because he is a person who makes a promise, once he makes a promise to others, he will definitely complete it, otherwise he will feel a loophole in his own state of mind.

The promise of saving a small world, this heavy burden has been pressing on his shoulders like a mountain, and he no longer wants to bear the mission of rebuilding the Naserel Empire.

Therefore, he would rather give up the inheritance left by the great arcane than agree to his request.

After all, the so-called inheritance is not composed of knowledge. If others can study and master this knowledge, why should he belittle himself and say that he cannot do it?

He firmly believed that this was just a matter of time for him.

Obtaining the inheritance of the Great Arcane is nothing more than to advance his strength and not to keep his stagnant without the inheritance.

He did not want to tie himself to the Naserel Empire because of a mission.

At this moment, Brian only felt his brain was drowsy, and even his thoughts were almost impossible to save. The crazy and chaotic voices from the Neserel people rushed around him, making him almost crazy...

Just when Brian felt that he was about to be unable to support him, suddenly a soft little hand slid into his palm.

The spiritual energy that soothed people's hearts made the originally chaotic and irritable sounds in his mind as if they were isolated by something, quickly fading away and reducing the sound.

Brian looked back and tightened Herist's hand, giving him a grateful look.

"I came here just to explore knowledge, not to rebuild any morbid glory." He came back to his senses, and his firm eyes met the great arcane.

"So, are you pursuing the eternality of arcane?" A smile suddenly appeared in the wise eyes of the great arcane master, and asked, "Do you know what eternity is?"

"It's because I don't know that I have to pursue it."

Brian shook his head slightly, looked at the great arcane thoughtfully, and said firmly and solemnly:

"Although the so-called eternity seems more like a kind of spiritual comfort, even so, I firmly believe that for the real arcane seekers, they will resolutely choose to pursue this illusory eternity. Because the pursuit of goallessness is like an expedition in the dark, and my journey is: arcane!"

After saying these words, Brian suddenly felt his body and mind smooth. Even the regret of missing the inheritance of the Star Treasure House quickly faded from his heart, as if he had missed nothing but an inconspicuous scenery on the road of life.

Herist, who was beside him, smiled after hearing Brian's words, and looked at him with a strange look, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"Very good, very good, sober and rational, firm goals, ambition and ideals. This is the inheritor I need." The great arcane stroking his white beard, nodded with great satisfaction, and then his wrinkled old face slightly condensed, and said to him earnestly:

"Bryan, I hope you can always remember that anyone who wants to become an arcane must ultimately pursue the only arcane truth in order to reach the highest level."

"However, if we want to master arcane, we must first learn to respect arcane, suppress the terrible fantasy that arises in our minds, and explore the truth of arcane with a sense of awe and rationality. Only then will our path to arcane art go longer in the future.

In the ancient times when elves, dwarves, giants, and dragons rule the world's dense forests and wildernesses, all those who have the ability to use magic are committed to pursuing powerful power, knowledge of secret taboos, and further understanding of the essence of magic, and even at all costs and any means, just to overcome their opponents.

At this point, the powerful empires of our early humans were exactly the same.

The Imaska ​​Empire mastered a lot of knowledge about portals and gates of other worlds. They plundered tens of thousands of natives from other worlds, forced them to become slaves to their secret powers, and squeeze their value.

In the end, in order to fight against the enemy, they summoned countless monsters from another world, but not long after, these monsters and slaves broke away from their master's control and became a permanent scourge that still threatened the material world.
To be continued...