As for their magic, Ian did not investigate, because he knew well that everyone has their own secrets, and he is not someone who casually likes to offend others' secrets.
"I am really not the new Black Demon King." Ian was quite afraid that the great cosmic will would choose him as a substitute for Voldemort, making Voldemort's fate arranged upon him.
Thus.
Timely retreat was very necessary. However, during this process, he also discovered the secret of these wizards' magic, which wasn't learned postnatally.
Ancient wizards hunted in the wilderness.
Some could ignite flames in their palms, some could create wind under their feet, some could talk to beasts. Wizards stood naked in thunderstorms, resonating with the world, children were born with magic marks, as if these wizards naturally possessed their own magic, and could only use the magic that belonged to them.
"Innate divine power?"
Ian found a suitable adjective.
How to put it.
This magic has its pros and cons. The advantage, of course, is that everyone can use magic, but the drawback is precisely because of this reason, their magic would have different limitations.
No limitless possibilities.
It was this innate ability that gave these ancient humans extraordinary power and simultaneously restricted their further development. They couldn't, like later humans, break their own limits through continuous learning and exploration, only relying on the limited possibilities brought by talent for development.
And once this aspect develops to its extreme—that is the birth of the gods.
"So, is this the reason they opened the path to divine spirits, and also the reason their path had an end?" Ian seemed to understand the reason why this group of wizards ultimately walked the path to divine spirits. As Ian pondered, he quickly exited the woman's memory without excessively delving into her privacy.
To be honest.
Apart from this piece of magic information, Ian merely extracted language information. When he opened his eyes again, the woman's complexion was pale, but the fear in her eyes slightly reduced.
Seemingly aware Ian bore no harmful intent.
Ian attempted to speak using the ancient language he just learned.
But at this moment.
Boom!!!
Suddenly, the ground shook violently. The entire Sky City seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand, with buildings shaking fiercely and dust rising.
Ian looked up, only to see several enormous figures appear in the center of the city in the distance, one blood and flesh giant after another crawled out from beneath the ground!
Their bodies were as massive as mountains, their skin showed a sickly grayish-white, muscles knotted but filled with cracks, every inch of flesh etched with ancient runes.
These runes emitted intense light, seemingly heralding the tremendous power within.
"Dang dang dang~ dang dang dang~"
The giants slowly crawled out from the depths of the earth, each step accompanied by heavy footsteps and deafening rumbles, along with the unique sound of metal clashing.
Not because they were wearing war armor.
But because the giants still had black broken chains coiled around them, now, their appearance seemed like they had just been released from bondage.
The giants roared at the sky, sound waves shaking the surrounding building debris into collapse. The woman hugged the infant in terror, sitting on the ground with despair in her eyes.
"Why would they unleash Titans?!"
At this moment.
The woman's words.
Ian could already understand.