Chapter 2621 Instructions

Except for Geoffrey, Zen hadn't seen anyone else who could read Sanskrit so well, not even his own mother.

Of course, Zen couldn't either.

He had no knowledge of Sanskrit whatsoever, and the golden Sanskrit words were incomprehensible to him.

While Zen was puzzling over the text, the speed at which the golden Sanskrit words spun became faster and faster. Soon they spun so fast that they resembled a rotating bowl of golden juice, splashing around and forming strange images in the air.

These images only existed for a moment before they disappeared without a trace, like mirages.

About hundreds of images had appeared and disappeared in the course of three seconds.

"What are these images?"

Zen stared at the changing images, trying to understand.

This time, No. 9527 just kept silent.

Zen hadn't been chosen by the master for nothing. Surely, he must have extraordinary abilities. So No. 9527 knew to keep its thoughts to itself and let Zen take the lead.

And if Zen couldn't comprehend the images, it would only prove that the master had chosen wrong.

Zen furrowed his eyebrows as he stared at the constantly changing images in front of him. He was lost in deep thought.

Although this No. 9527 fellow's origin was suspicious, Zen did not think it was a liar. He believed that the bloodline theurgy No. 9527 had mentioned could be found in these images.

How much insight he could get all depended on his ability to decode the images.

Since Zen had reached the True God Realm, his understanding of the various theurgies and cultivation methods had improved significantly.

He had discovered that even the three thousand Godly Ways were just different kinds of energy that could be expressed by various different methods.

The Wild God Power, too, was just another form of energy. What made it different, however, was that it depended more on inheritance, because the power of Wild Gods came not from themselves, but from the energy that had been extracted from the countless wild bones, which was known as the Wild God Power.

After a moment of silence, a ray of light appeared in Zen's eyes.

"These images are instructions! They show me how to use energy!"

Zen concluded.

Hearing Zen's conclusion, No. 9527 felt relieved and impressed. 'This guy...' it thought, smiling to itself. 'It took him no time to fig

Among those in the Source World, the Chaos Ancient God was an existence that all races looked up to.

Although there had been countless talents that had appeared in the Source World throughout the years, they had still been unable to reach the level of the Chaos Ancient God, mostly due to the limitations of times.

Of course, it might have well been because the level of the exiles had not been high enough, or because the top figures in the Source World were not like what they had imagined.

While the exiles pondered over these questions, Zen suddenly opened his eyes.

Exhaling deeply, he rolled over to get onto his feet. Although he tried to keep himself calm, the excitement in his eyes was obvious.

"Master Timotheus, Master Ramzi, Master Leopold..." he whispered fervently.

Zen spread his arms, making the Wild God Power dissipate. After shrinking back into his normal size, he flew up to them, cupping his hands.

"Congratulations on breaking through again. It seems like you have gained a lot. I'm curious, what was that energy just now, the one coming from your chest?" Timotheus said with a smile.

Zen did not have any reservations concerning Timotheus and the others.

After all, they were of the same race as him, and they had known each other for so long. He knew they could be trusted.

Zen stretched out his hand towards Timotheus and opened his palm. An emerald green light lit up like a flame, dancing in the palm of his hand. It circled around, and formed a small emerald green block. "Is this the energy that you asked about?"