Focusing on tackling a core technology for over a decade was just an ordinary episode in Jeming’s long research career.
When he finally stopped sketching runes with his energy pen and looked up at the newly transford creation before him, a sense of fulfillnt naturally arose.
The pond before him still used the old na "Incubation Pool," but its inherent nature had undergone a transformative tamorphosis.
Not only had Jeming completely absorbed and optimized the original incubation pool foundation from the Magma Giant system, but more importantly, he had successfully engraved the profound techniques related to Incense Fire Divine Dao faith consolidation and aptitude enhancent from the Great Dao Book Pavilion in the form of Wizard Runes and an Alchemy Matrix into the core rules of this pool of water.
The most direct enhancent was reflected in the starting point of the Black Giants.
The Black Giants nurtured by the modified Incubation Pool had their initial level potential greatly increased, with the minimum steadily reaching the third level!
This ans that every newly erged Black Giant already possesses considerable combat power upon stepping out of the pool.
Of course, this corresponds to a geotric increase in energy consumption required to hatch each Black Giant, making it a veritable energy-devouring giant beast.
However, Jeming believed that once the Seventh Level Large Elental Pool is successfully installed, this problem would be resolved.
He was extrely confident about this.
Another more fundantal change was that the Incubation Pool itself had gained the ability for "self-replication."
Through the consumption of vast amounts of energy and specific materials, this main Incubation Pool could split to produce fully functional "subordinate" incubation pools.
These subordinate pools spread across different planes will greatly accelerate the expansion of the Black Giant race.
Combining the innate ability of the Black Giants to create new individuals by placing crystal cores containing life information into specific energy environnts, a "sub-race" capable of self-replication, expansion, and forming a stable social structure was already taking shape!
"The biological foundation and technical frawork are ready... now all that’s missing is the crucial energy core..." Jeming subconsciously scratched his head.
He felt that over the past few years, due to this energy issue, even his hairline seed to face an invisible threat.
He didn’t want to follow in his ntor’s footsteps of being "brilliantly bald."
Fortunately, the high-intensity study pressure was not entirely a bad thing.
To tackle the Seventh Level Large Elent Pool User Manual, his Body Refining Technique had stimulated evolution to new heights in terms of adaptability in soul and brain.
He could clearly feel his thinking speed, information processing ability, and mory comprehension efficiency increasing by the day.
Based on his current progress, he estimated that it would take no more than a hundred years to fully master this complex technology.
"If I act quickly enough, there’s a chance to complete the core construction of the Incense Fire Divine Dao before the next mandatory military service deadline arrives..." Jeming calculated in his mind.
He even had a strong premonition that the depth and complexity of the rules involved in Incense Fire Divine Dao technology could directly push his mastery of the Spiritual Qi Law to break through that critical 0.1%, seamlessly advancing to a Third Level Wizard!
At that mont, the communicator beside him emitted a crisp notification sound.
Upon checking, Jeming found it was a completion acceptance notice from the plane construction team he hired.
He went to the control center deep in the laboratory and activated the surveillance array covering the entire Purgatory Sulfur Plane.
The massive three-dinsional projection unfolded, displaying newly constructed facility nodes across the plane.
He carefully inspected each predetermined modification area, confirming energy pathways were clear, structures were stable, rune engravings were precise and error-free, eting and even exceeding his blueprint requirents.
"Well done," Jeming nodded in satisfaction, promptly paying the remaining project balance through the Magic Network Terminal.
"Although the Seventh Level Large Elental Pool can’t be used imdiately, with the existing large elental pool and the plane’s energy veins, I can start constructing so core arrays of the Incense Fire Divine Dao that don’t heavily rely on external massive energy sources..." Jeming planned the next step.
He casually opened his military rits account to check the balance.
At a glance, his lips twitched slightly.
"Hiss... I didn’t expect these expenditures over ti to add up to so much..."
Although his account still held over ten billion military rits and looked like a huge sum, according to Jeming’s precise estimate of the materials needed for the remaining projects, completing the entire Incense Fire Divine Dao frawork would require an investnt of at least tens of billions of military rits!
"It seems I’ll need to save up for several more decades, or see if there are any other quick ways to make money..." Just as Jeming was contemplating thods for inco and expenditure managent, the communicator rang again, untily.
He was slightly taken aback and looked at the screen, which displayed a na slightly unfamiliar to him: Bill Ling Blake.
"Who is this?"
For a mont, Jeming was sowhat perplexed.
The combination of the surna and na seed slightly familiar, but he couldn’t imdiately retrieve a clear image and information corresponding to it from his mory bank.
For a wizard whose basic ability was an eidetic mory, this was an unusual phenonon.
Without him intentionally driving it, the powerful adaptive capability granted by the Body Refining Technique was already autonomously operating.
The soul barrier seed to be gently touched by an invisible force, and a weak interference imposed on the level of cognition lted away like snow in the sun, quickly breaking through.
The gates of mory opened, and the relevant information resurfaced clearly: Bill Ling Blake was that classmate from Nolun No.13 Academy, who was recognized for his extraordinary talent in the soul aptitude test and was imdiately accepted as a personal disciple by a Soul Elent ntor!
"To think that soone could lightly obscure my mory perception and long-term diminish their existence without my awareness... It seems this old classmate has made remarkable progress on the soul path over the years." Jeming marveled and was intrigued.
It’s important to know that after the "training" from the mysterious white mist of the Aerial Plane and the ntal pollution from the Fungus Lord, his soul’s resistance to various interferences and erosions had evolved to a high level.
For the other person’s thod to still have an effect on him, even if only briefly and weakly, was a testant to its extraordinariness.
He was a bit curious why this Soul Elent genius, who almost faded into the corners of his mory, would suddenly reach out to him proactively?
After a brief thought, Jeming decided to accept the call.
The projection screen lit up, revealing a wizard wearing a dark robe with the emblem of the Soul School, with a sowhat pale complexion but eyes as deep as an ancient well.
He looked at Jeming and smiled slightly:
"Hello, Wizard Jeming, you may not rember . I am actually your..."
"Classmate from the sa year, the Soul Elent prodigy," Jeming smiled and seamlessly continued his sentence, noting the flickering surprise on Blake’s face in the projection, "It’s been a long ti, Wizard Blake."
Blake indeed froze.
He had considerable confidence in the fields of Existence Concealnt and mory Deflection he applied to himself.
Even wizards one or two levels above him might not recognize and accurately call out his na so swiftly and easily.
Yet here was Jeming, whose spiritual power fluctuations were still at the level of a Second Level Wizard...
This anomaly for a wizard specialized in soul study only ant one thing — the other person had the ability to instantly threaten his life!
Blake’s assessnt of Jeming’s talent instantly elevated to a new level, and the hesitation caused by the uniqueness of the request vanished at that mont.
Blake quickly gathered his surprise, his expression becoming unusually solemn. He took a deep breath and asked in a low voice:
"May I ask... if Wizard Jeming is willing to accept a commission to manufacture a Witchcraft Artifact?"
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