Chapter 135: The Book of the Emperor of Weishan

Joking aside, what level of treasure is the Book of the Emperor of Weishan?

It is the authentic handwriting of the Triune Emperor of Weishan, continuously augmented by generations of Supreme Magi, containing the most powerful white magic and defensive magic known in the world.

It is without doubt the most precious white magic grimoire in the Marvel universe.

Naturally, Lin Yu would not miss such a precious treasure.

Even if it meant opposing Dormammu, he would gladly accept it.

Both parties were willing, so they returned to Kamar-Taj.

Lin Yu temporarily halted his dimensional travels and decided to stay in this universe for a while.

Unlike the Celtic version of the female Ancient One, this Chinese elder with white beard clearly carried more authority.

His Kamar-Taj was not hidden within Kathmandu, the capital of Nepal, but located just outside the city, in a vast, self-contained mystical realm entirely separate from the real world!

In cultivation terms, it was a small world and a paradise cave created by Ancient One herself.

Within this realm lay a sizable town, inhabited by many ordinary people—relatives or descendants of Kamar-Taj magi who lacked magical talent.

After arriving here, Lin Yu was surprised to find that many elderly residents called Ancient One “Lord.”

How convenient.

Lin Yu had been a lord himself in the Furiilian world, so he curiously asked about it.

He learned that this white-bearded Ancient One indeed held a noble lord title!

According to Ancient One himself, the title was inherited from his closest friend five hundred years ago—a vampire lord equally obsessed with magic and possessing extraordinary talent.

Back then, they spoke of everything, studying magic together daily and advancing together on the path to truth.

Even today, Ancient One still cherished those beautiful memories, and every time he spoke of them, he could not help but sigh.

Lin Yu grew increasingly suspicious and finally blurted out: “Wait, vampires in this world live longer than humans, right? How did you outlive him after just five hundred years?”

“Sigh, that’s a long story!”

Ancient One sighed deeply, his expression heavy with the weight of past memories.

Lin Yu glanced around the town and asked: “Are you in a hurry right now?”

Ancient One blinked, puzzled: “Of course not.”

Lin Yu snapped: “Then get on with it!”

Ancient One: “...”

After a moment’s thought, he sighed again: “In truth, it’s nothing much—just the classic tale of falling out over differing ideals.”

“Varna was indeed my closest friend; he once shared the knowledge of the Dark Grimoire with me. But sadly, his will was not as strong as mine. He was seduced by the black magic within the Dark Grimoire and sought to crown himself king, using black magic to rule the world and control the minds of all humanity...”

Lin Yu muttered: “Classic.”

Ancient One sighed softly: “Regrettably, he truly had the power to do so. I had no choice but to sacrifice kin for the greater good and banish him to another dimension...”

Lin Yu eyed him: “And then you took over his lands?”

Ancient One’s expression remained unchanged: “I liberated the people of the land!”

Lin Yu pressed on: “And the Dark Grimoire?”

Ancient One smiled: “It’s in the library... Interested?”

Lin Yu: “...”

This was outright murder and theft!

Of course, in the face of a world-ending crisis, Ancient One would never lie.

Lin Yu was willing to believe his account of his friend’s attempt to rule the world.

Yet, considering that five hundred years ago, this vampire lord named Varna had not died—only been banished to another dimension—it was clear his power was formidable indeed!

...Wait, another dimension?

Lin Yu suddenly realized something and stared suspiciously at Ancient One.

“The ‘other dimension’ you mentioned—was it the Dark Dimension?”

“...”

Ancient One halted before a grand temple complex, as if he hadn’t heard, and smiled as he gestured: “This is the true Kamar-Taj, my lord—after you.”

“Hey!”

Lin Yu’s face darkened: “Don’t pretend nothing happened just because you act like nothing happened. Tell me honestly—how many enemies do you have in the Dark Dimension?”

Ancient One fell silent for a moment, then wore a pained expression.

“This question... is hard to answer...”

“Hard to answer, or impossible to count?”

Lin Yu’s face grew darker, his expression blank as he stared: “Let me guess—you treat the Dark Dimension like a public toilet, tossing every troublesome opponent inside?”

Ancient One considered, then explained: “Not everyone.”

So he still tossed them in!

Lin Yu rolled his eyes.

No wonder he needed someone to deal with Dormammu—his breeding method either produced a Dark Dimension lord far stronger than any other universe, or left behind countless enemies ruling the Dark Dimension like warlords.

Either outcome meant the survivor would harbor unbearable hatred, eager to devour Ancient One alive.

In that light, Ancient One’s earlier claim that his troubles “far exceeded those next door” was likely true.

But then again, despite all this, Earth still exists peacefully in the universe, and ordinary humans remain unaware of these past crises—proof of Ancient One’s immense power.

Lin Yu silently mused as he followed Ancient One into Kamar-Taj.

Moments later, they reached the main hall’s reception chamber. Ancient One naturally invited Lin Yu to sit on the two high-backed chairs at the head, while he took the third, then waved downward:

“Bring tea!”

Two magi immediately stepped forward, each presenting a cup of steaming emerald-green tea.

Lin Yu sensed the immense energy within them and couldn’t help but marvel.

Setting aside their magical skill, purely in terms of energy, these two were only slightly inferior to the female Ancient One next door—clearly not nameless extras!

“What are your names?”

Lin Yu took the tea cup and asked with interest.

The two magi exchanged glances, then bowed elegantly to Lin Yu.

“Karl Mordo.”

“Cagliostro.”

Lin Yu: “...”

Excellent—both are exceptional talents!

Only in this universe could they both still be around; in the next door one, even one of them would have forced Ancient One into early retirement.

Lin Yu glanced silently at Ancient One, as if asking: “Why haven’t these two famous villains betrayed you yet?”

Ancient One sipped his tea leisurely, then glanced beneath the table, as if answering with his eyes.

Lin Yu followed his gaze and saw a thick leather-bound book propping up a table leg; its dusty cover faintly bore the words “Book of Cagliostro...”

Wait—the Book of Cagliostro?

If Lin Yu remembered correctly, that was the book from the movie from which Cagliostro stole pages!

It contained rituals for drawing power from the Dark Dimension, fragments of the Dark Grimoire, and numerous esoteric teachings on time.

Such a powerful black magic grimoire—and the old man used it to prop up a table leg.

...That’s such a waste!

Lin Yu grew envious and wanted to snatch it up immediately, but couldn’t bring himself to do so—he lifted his tea cup instead, sipping to suppress his urge to rob.

He understood Ancient One’s meaning.

Here in Kamar-Taj, they possessed both the Dark Grimoire and the Book of the Emperor of Weishan—this eighteenth-century grimoire, merely inspired by the Dark Grimoire, was nothing special!

Of course, that was only one reason.

Mordo and Cagliostro had not betrayed him because Ancient One could still control them.

When Ancient One eventually retires and Strange takes over, things won’t be so simple...

After the reception, Ancient One introduced Lin Yu to his most important magi, then took him to the library, as promised, to let him read the Book of the Emperor of Weishan.

Lin Yu had long awaited this moment and eagerly opened the book, heavily protected by layers of magic.

As expected, the white magic recorded within was countless, each technique exquisitely refined—even the seemingly mundane household spells concealed profound magical mastery.

Moreover, the Book of the Emperor of Weishan contained countless pages.

Theoretically, no one could finish reading it—not even Lin Yu or Ancient One today.

This near-infinite reservoir of magical knowledge perfectly suited Lin Yu’s current needs.

If there was one flaw, it was that the white magic within was overwhelmingly positive—only defensive, never offensive.

Realizing this, Lin Yu felt a pang of regret, yet his hands never paused as he continued flipping through the Book of the Emperor of Weishan.

Sacred white light bloomed with each page turned, causing the newly revealed page to merge seamlessly with the previous one, ensuring the miraculous book never grew bulky or piled up...

Seeing Lin Yu lost in the ocean of magical knowledge, Ancient One smiled faintly and vanished silently.

The next morning, in New York of the neighboring universe.

After days of effort, Lin Lie finally guided forth the primordial qi within his body.

The instant the primordial qi emerged, Lin Lie, seated on his bed, suddenly lifted his head.

His pitch-black eyes snapped open, shooting forth two silver-white sword qi beams—like laser beams—that pierced through the ceiling and vanished swiftly into the sky.

Seeing this, Lin Lie was suddenly startled.

Only when he regained his composure did he remember he was on the very top floor of the hotel; he pressed a hand to his chest and exhaled in relief.

Fortunately, he had booked the highest floor precisely to avoid damaging tall buildings.

If he had been in one of the lower floors, he might have injured innocent civilians...

Lin Lie felt a surge of relief, then closed his eyes, sensing the brand-new power stirring within him while shifting his focus to the system notification that had just appeared in his mind.

“Detected that player has met prerequisite conditions...”

“You have learned a new skill: [Selfless Sword Qi (Selfless Sword Qi)]!”

(End of Chapter)