The Primordial Record novel Chapter 348

Chapter 348 Who Is Andar?

This color was the white of a moon, and it seemed to carry a cold air that was shaking the surroundings.

Everyone here inside the Hall knew the meaning of that color and an uproar was generated inside the crowd. Rumor of the event transpiring inside the Hall was beginning to spread throughout the Town, and people from all over were starting to flock over to understand what was causing the fuss.

The buzz of an earth-shaking genius born inside their town was spreading like wildfire, and all gazes were beginning to turn to the Town Hall.

The people on the platform were not much better. Livia Bolfrey held the edges of her father's robe with a death grip, her eyes wide open in excitement and joy, for such a talent to be born from their small town meant great news for all of them. Who could it be? Was it anybody she knew?

In her mind, she could not shake the thought of one solitary figure. If there was anyone who could awaken a White Rank talent, it would be him. _{fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm}

Nevertheless, she had checked, and Andar was not here, she would have easily noticed his startling presence, like a silver crane standing amid chickens.

Daniel was chewing his lips with consternation at the ongoing events, even when it began to bleed he did not notice. Could someone with the talent of his Elder Disciple be found here? No that's impossible, no one could have such a talent in such a place, there must be a mistake.

It was a good thing then, that he did not know about Spirit Bodies. He was infatuated with the talents shown by his elder disciple sister, if someone of equal talent to her was to be found in this backwater, it would be unfair.

Silas who was beside him began to shake, his mouth went dry and he started to furiously examine the hall, with magical techniques. A Rank six Spirit Matrix at the White Grade was enough to draw out the old monsters inside their mountain.

Yet what if they knew that it was not just a Rank Six Spirit Matrix, but a Rank Six Spirit Body also?

He had never heard of a Spirit Body of such a grade before, it did not seem possible for one individual to be so blessed!

The only reason Silas was not going outwardly mad with excitement was because of the cold disposition of Mages of the Black Tower and the Spirit Formula he practiced, yet he was at the edge.

The Alchemist beside him did not show any outward sign, but Silas could hear the rapid taping of a foot within his voluminous robe. A White Rank talent was guaranteed to become an Archmage in the future, a Spirit Body at that rank could go even higher and reach heights that could not be imagined.

This talent was closer to the peak of this world.

In the entire Black Tower, it would be strange if there were more than a hundred thousand such individuals. This number becomes more ridiculous when you understand that this was calculated based on a span of ten million years. I.e. there had only been one hundred thousand White Ranked talents ever in the Black Tower, in the last ten million years.