Magical Horn

What was this horn? It could actually make its own sound?

Ian's interest was piqued at the sound of the horn.

Although he had reincarnated, he was still a child. While he was mature, he also had the curiosity of a child.

However, Ian did not go forward immediately. Instead, he sized up the horn from afar.

The horn was about 30 centimeters in size. Its surface looked very rough, and its color was a jade color that was yellowish-white. However, the texture was very rough, and it did not have the delicate gentleness of jade at all.

Furthermore, there were no signs of stitching on this horn. It should have been carved from an independent bone.

To be able to carve such a huge horn from bones, its original owner was probably not a small creature.

After sizing it up for a while, Ian became even more curious.

Although the horn looked novel, no energy erupted from it.

Then how did it make a sound?

Wu~

Ian was thinking about this when the voice came again.

This time, although the voice was still very soft, there was clearly a hint of urgency.

Then, the sound began to ring continuously, like magical notes that tugged at Ian's heartstrings.

Confused by the sound of the horn, Ian approached step by step.

Arriving at the horn, Ian reached out and slowly approached it.

At this moment, the sound of the horn seemed to be even clearer.

There seemed to be a voice echoing in Ian's mind.

"Pick me up and blow me!"

"Pick me up! Blow me!"

"Quickly pick me up!!! Blow me!!!"

The hazy voice became clearer and clearer, like a baby cheering eagerly at the sight of its mother, or like a thirsty traveler longing for a clear spring.

Amidst the calls, Ian's eyes were lifeless. He took down the huge horn with both hands and involuntarily put it to his mouth.

"Ha—"

Ian took a deep breath, and then… instead of blowing the horn, he held it in his hand and examined it closely.

"Tsk, are you trying to confuse me with such insignificant tricks?"

At this moment, Ian's eyes had already regained clarity.

It turned out that he was not affected at all.

The reason why he pretended to be confused just now was to confuse this horn.

Ian could sense that the horn was not dead. There should be an unknown life or soul inside it.

The previous call and decadent sound was from that unknown existence.

However, it would be a lie to say that Ian was not worried at all.

The horn's mental confusion was indeed quite powerful. If Ian had not obtained the God's Barriel talent in advance and was immune to all mental influences, he might have been affected just now.

Now, although Ian was not in danger, his original curiosity had risen.

It was just a horn that looked a little strange, but there was actually an unknown existence lurking inside.

Could he investigate the other party's background?

Thinking of this, Ian simply asked, "Hey, who are you?"

No response.

Ian asked again, "Hey, who are you?"

The horn remained silent.

Ian couldn't help but pout. "What a boring horn. Shouldn't you say that you're Aladdin the Genie?"

Next, Ian used various methods to study the horn.

He first picked up the horn and beat it on the floor to see if he could intimidate the existence inside.

However, the horn was very hard, and Ian couldn't really break it for a long time.

Ian then put the horn in the water.

However, this was also useless. The existence inside was not afraid of water.

After a long time, Ian had no choice but to give up.

Currently, he had come into contact with too little. He actually did not know much about the living beings of the Heaven Realm and various magical equipment.

It was basically a fool's dream to study this horn by himself.

The existence in the horn seemed to know that it was being played with, so it ignored Ian from the beginning and let him mess around with the horn.

Helpless, Ian could only hold the horn in his hand and start looking around again.

He really wanted to understand the secret of this horn, but he didn't know where to start now, so he planned to keep the horn and ask Marlena when she woke up.

As for the possibility of danger inside?

It didn't matter. In any case, that mental influence wouldn't affect him.

The reason why Ian kept bringing it along was simple. Ian was afraid that he would forget about it after a while.

Children tended to be distracted.

For the next part of the day, Ian wandered around the room with the horn.

Marlena's room was not fun. Fortunately, it was big enough here, so Ian did not feel bored for a while.

However, Ian remembered something.

That was the classification of the creatures in the Demon Realm.

He had just seen the living beings in the human world. The cultivation system of mortals was divided into nine levels. Above level nine was the Holy Son level. Their power was roughly equivalent to a four-winged angel.

In the human world, many legendary Holy Sons had reached this realm.

Above the Holy Son level was the Demigod level. This was also the highest level that mortals could reach.

The spiritual energy in the human world was the richest in the three realms of the Pantheon Continent, but there were also the most living beings in the human world, so they had to share the abundant spiritual energy.

Therefore, if mortals stayed in the human world, they could only reach the demigod level at most.

If they wanted to advance further and become a Quasi God above the Demigod level, they could only think of a way to leave the human world and enter the Heaven Realm to absorb more spiritual energy for cultivation.

However, the path to Heaven Realm was not simple.

For millions of years, it was extremely rare for mortals in the human world to ascend to the Heaven Realm and successfully enter the ranks of Quasi Gods.

There were also people who entered the Demon Realm to cultivate.

However, the Spirit Qi in the Demon Realm was very corrosive. Those who cultivated in the Demon Realm either cultivated the ability to be invulnerable to all evil and became powerful existences, or were corroded by the Demonic power and became neither human nor ghost.

Among the millions of people who had entered the Demon Realm to cultivate, the latter accounted for the vast majority.

As for the Demon Realm, Ian had not seen it yet.

Therefore, he turned around and took back the book. He lay on the bed and started reading.

According to the book, the demons of the Demon Realm were born with powerful strength. Even the newly born young demons had combat strength above rank 2.

Such strength would grow as the demon grew.

When demons reached adulthood, they would transform into Great Demons with the strength of Level 7.

Demons below Level 7 were collectively called little demons.

A Great Demon's strength was also different. The weakest was at level seven, and the strongest was comparable to a Holy Son at the peak.

Above Great Demons were high-level demons. The strongest high-level demons could even have the strength of a Mid-level Deity, equivalent to a Twelve-winged angel.