After the eting, returning to the laboratory located within the Golden Garden, Jeming quickly threw aside the hubbub about the elite combat unit from the outside world.
The strategic change of the Star Ring Federation sounded grandiose, but in Jeming’s daily life, the changes were negligible.
It was nothing more than going from occasionally needing to "check in" at the academy, to now enjoying the long vacation benefits of a ntor without needing any official position.
The terminal used for accepting war tasks changed from the generic model at the boundary point to a Magic Network Terminal directly issued by the Federation with higher authority and more integrated functions.
According to Dean Avery Knight, elite mbers like them, when participating in plane wars, no longer need to travel to the boundary point for registration and selection.
They can directly apply through the Magic Network Terminal and wait for the system to assign tasks.
Upon receiving the task summon and teleportation coordinates, they can directly set off using the special teleportation array set up by the academy or the federation, saving ti and effort.
Besides this, for Jeming personally, the change practically brought no other differences.
Shedding off these trivial administrative processes, Jeming threw himself back into his undistracted research life.
No longer caring about the outside world’s unpredictable shifts, he devoted his main energy to analyzing the core knowledge of the five newly obtained Divine Power Faith Networks.
As ti flew by, the self-cycling tir in the laboratory silently passed fifty years.
At this mont, Jeming was standing in front of a specially reinforced observation tank, his brow tightly furrowed, a trace of irritation evident in his gaze.
Inside the tank, what appeared to be an ordinary white fog was slowly swirling, resembling scenes observed on a foggy morning in mory.
This was the mysterious mist he painstakingly collected from the Aerial Plane years ago.
In these fifty years, he had applied almost all conceivable non-destructive analysis thods: elental spectrum scanning, energy field resonance detection, high-dinsional structure mapping, and even several treasure identification secret techniques from the Great Dao Book Pavilion... all results were without exception.
Data showed it was just a mass of ordinary water vapor condensation, adhering to basic natural laws in both physical properties and energy reactions.
"Still... can’t understand it..." Jeming couldn’t help but vigorously scratch his head, making his originally tidy hair a bit ssy.
This "incomprehension" stemd not just from a lack of knowledge but also from a dinsional gap.
Like how two-dinsional creatures cannot comprehend the concept of height, his existing knowledge system and the mysteries potentially contained behind this white fog had an insurmountable chasm.
Knowing the surface, without understanding the essence, he couldn’t even grasp the "surface".
He exhaled a long, turbid breath, forcibly suppressing the irritation caused by the research stagnation.
He turned away from the frustrating analysis room and walked into the adjacent biological cultivation area.
Inside the giant ecological simulation cabin, several grotesquely shaped mutant snake spiders, with appendages flickering with unstable spatial ripples, were crawling restlessly.
Their existence confird Jeming’s initial hypothesis—the mutant snake spiders indeed mutated from the leader individuals of the ordinary snake spider group under so unknown catalyst.
Not every leader successfully mutated, but over long years of accumulation, along with Jeming’s conscious collection and "catalysis", he had accumulated a fair number of samples.
However, the problem remained.
Spatial ability, involving high-tier elental essence, is one of the most mysterious domains on the wizard’s path.
Without reaching the Third Level Wizard, without a qualitative change in spiritual power and perception of world rules, attempting to directly and deeply research this power is simply a fool’s dream.
Jeming at present couldn’t even approach these mutant snake spiders without heavy protection and a space stabilizer—the spatial ripples they naturally dissipated were enough to tear his inadequately protected body.
"Sigh..." Another helpless sigh.
The two research directions were both at a bottleneck, an uncomfortable feeling.
He sowhat listlessly returned to the lounge and threw himself into the soft recliner.
Jeming casually activated the large screen embedded in the wall before him.
To an ordinary person, the screen would display rapidly flashing, dazzling black and white garbled codes.
But to Jeming, with his ntal reflex and information processing ability at the peak of a Second Level Wizard and a Golden Core Realm cultivator, what "slowly" slid by were vast amounts of knowledge data gathered from various battlefields while dealing with the Triangular Plane Community previously.
Reading and learning this information was his unique way of relaxing.
The reason it was called "leisure" was because, with his ever-growing reservoir of knowledge, Jeming could learn this information at an increasingly rapid pace.
Through analogy, many technical and applied knowledge pieces, he only needed to glance at the core principles and structure diagrams to instantly understand their workings and even ntally simulate several optimization or improvent sches.
This ease, like solving simple puzzles, brought intellectual pleasure and relaxation.
But today, this sense of pleasure also seed to be shrouded by a shadow.
Jeming couldn’t help but sigh again, his gaze turning a bit complicated.
He clearly realized that he had almost touched the "knowledge barrier" at his current level.
This did not an there was no more knowledge to learn, but the difficulty of learning those profound remaining pieces of knowledge he had yet to master would escalate exponentially.
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