Knowledge is expensive.
And knowledge about power? Even more so.
Everyone floated down to the floor. Zong Ge spoke up, "So, are we saying that this person was a Mage?"
"To be precise, an Undead Mage," Cang Xu's words immediately drew everyone's attention.
Cang Xu walked over to the circular desk.
Before him was that gigantic Magic Book.
Compared to the other books on the shelves, this Magic Book stood half a person tall, at least as wide as an adult's forearm. If opened, it would naturally be wider.
As soon as Cang Xu saw the Magic Book, his gaze was captivated by it.
The book was as thick as a fist, with a pitch-black cover. The edges, the spine, and the pages were all made of bone—pale and penetrating to look at. The entire book constantly radiated a sinister chill.
After carefully observing and pacing around the Magic Book, ensuring there were no traps, Cang Xu gently caressed the cover with his hand and slowly opened it.