Throne of Magical Arcana

Everything in the lab remained the same after the last time Lucien left. There was no scent of any strangers, but only the slight smell of sulphur coming from the secret air vent.

In the first half an hour, Lucien was doing meditation to stay focused, and more importantly, to wait until the night watchers left and the heretics started to monitor his room again.

After making sure nothing on the ground went wrong, Lucien started to activate the magic circles engraved on the table with his spiritual power. Then he took out a tube of Revenant dust, three Corpse Mushrooms, some brain tissue of the aquatic zombie and some other reagents.

Wearing the gloves, Lucien picked up a Corpse Mushroom with a silver dagger and moved it into a magic circle for weighing.

“6.72 grams.” In his spirit library, Lucien recorded the weight of the mushroom, as well as the amount of usage of other materials and reagents. He put the mushroom into a glass container with magic runes on it, and then weighed a dry glass beaker.

Lucien watched carefully when he was putting Revenant dust into the dry breaker and stopped when there were 3 grams of the dust in it. Using the same method, Lucien weighed out 10 grams of Moonlight Rose dust.

Then he turned to the brain tissue. Lucien grabbed the dagger and carefully cut it.

As if the aquatic zombie’s brain tissue was still alive, the moment Lucien’s dagger touched it, the brain tissue suddenly shrank, as if many worms were living inside of it.

Cold and sticky as the brain was, Lucien almost threw up when he was cutting it. All of a sudden the phantom of countless ferocious aquatic zombies and revenants appeared in front of Lucien’s eyes. Their skin and flesh were rotten, teeth were bleeding, and the smell of corpses was more than disgusting.

Lucien frowned his eyebrows to stay focused. Following the structure of the cortex, he took out the inner part of the brain.

And the phantom instantly disappeared. The rest of the brain tissue gradually calmed down.

After weighing the brain tissue, Lucien put a black thick pot on the magic flame circle and adjusted the flame bit by bit until the color of the flame became a mix of gold and white.

Lucien threw the Corpse Mushroom into the pot and added a small amount of water. Then he carefully stirred the mixture inside the container.

The mushroom slowly melted in the pot in a weird way. The stink was constrained within the magic circle.

When the black thick liquid in the pot started to bubble, Lucien calmly added the Revenant dust and the dust of the rose.

As soon as the three materials met each other, a thick black and silver smoke came out. There seemed to be lots of revenants fighting with each other. A sharp scream came into Lucien’s ears and the sharpness made him feel a bit nauseous.

Lucien knew that he could not slack at the crucial moment. Being controlled by his spiritual power, the flame turned white.

The black and silver smoke began to merge with each other and became pale, like the skin of a dead body.

As time passed by, the smoke turned into water drops and stayed within the pot. Seizing the moment, Lucien added the brain tissue into the liquid.

The water drops in the container quickly soaked the black brain tissue, and within one second, the brain disappeared.

The whole magic lab suddenly became cold and dark. Even the flame in the magic circle looked a bit green.

Suddenly being attacked by the infrasonic waves, Lucien retreated several steps and almost passed out. His guts were stirring inside of his body and his head was buzzing.

Lucien never expected this. Nothing like this was mentioned in the witch’s notes.

He started to cast the spell Silence Wall. Transparent walls showed up around Lucien to protect him from the attack of the sound waves.

Several seconds later, Lucien cast Illumination.

A bright light ball appeared in the air. In the light, Lucien saw lots of pale human faces in the container!

These transparent faces were rather blurry, but their viciousness and perniciousness was overwhelming. They were struggling in the magic circle, trying to get into Lucien’s body.

In the strong light, the faces gradually disappeared. When everything returned to normal, Lucien saw a small amount of black liquid remaining in the pot with a strong burnt smell.

“The recipe should be correct. But the witch might have left out some annotations that she did not translate. Possibly it was because the brain tissue was from a mutant aquatic zombie. That almost killed me.” Taking off the gloves, Lucien wiped the sweat on his forehead, “I gotta find a chance to learn the language of the ancient magic empire.”

Crying Soul was one of the greatest achievements of the ancient Sylvanas Magic Empire. According to the witch’s notes, only a few sorcerers had the recipe, and the making of the potion required an accurate amount of different materials and reagents. Even a tiny mistake would lead to failure.

Luckily, this mutant aquatic zombie’s brain had only a little more soul power than common ones. This time Lucien decided to use the best Corpse Mushroom he had. Following the same procedures, Lucien came to the last step smoothly.

When Lucien threw another piece of aquatic zombie’s brain into the pot, the sharp and bitter scream came out again. However, this time the noise was totally blocked by the transparent walls. Then he calmly added a small amount of other reagents.

The white flame suddenly soared and fully covered the whole pot. Then, the now big flame quickly disappeared in the next second.

Some black, bubbling liquid remained in the pot. Inside each of the bubbles, there was a horrifying and vicious face, crying and screaming.

That was why the potion was called Crying Soul.

Using Mage Hand, Lucien poured the black liquid into a glass tube.

Observing carefully, Lucien was sure that the potion was made correctly. Lucien bit his lips for a moment and directly drank all the dark liquid in one draught.

He did not have enough time to test the features of the potion. He needed to take the risk.

The taste of the potion was actually not that horrible, but the texture was pretty weird.

Soon Lucien felt a great pain in his body, as if the potion was tearing up his body into pieces.

Lucien heard lots of crying, but he did not know if they were real.

He crouched in great pain and then lay down, rolling back and forth on the ground. Lucien grabbed a piece of cloth and stuffed it into his mouth, in case he felt the need to scream.

Although Lucien thought he was stronger than common people because of his exercising routine, now, when facing the pain, he became very uncertain whether he could really awaken the potential in his body.

His blood was burning and his veins were swelling. Lucien felt his body was about to explode. His skin was covered by thick blue and green veins, which looked very horrible.

Blood came out of Lucien’s body like red vapor, and then it went back into his body. In his blurry awareness, Lucien felt a cold and dark power was gradually taking over him. At that time, a bright light suddenly burst out of the projection of Lucien’s Host Star in his soul, and quickly linked to the real Host Star in the starry sky, which unrolled in front of Lucien’s eyes. The star power started to infuse into Lucien’s veins, fighting against the pain and trying hard to drive away the power of darkness.

Lucien was hoping that the power of star could win inside his body. He did not want to be dominated by a more vicious power, which might also bring him trouble and danger in the future.

Unfortunately, the power of death from the crying souls was still stronger. When Lucien was almost dead from the conflict of the two powers, his blood flow started to slow down.

After all, Lucien’s Blessing was awakened by the mysterious potion, not on his own.