Ti flies, with dozens of winters and sumrs passing by.
The sky of the Purgatory Sulfur Plane remains crimson red, as the Energy Cycle of the Incense Fire Divine Dao expands at a steady pace.
The task of enhancing Anger’s descendants went smoothly, and Jeming easily accrued ten million Low Level Military rits.
Since then, most of Jeming’s energy has been fully imrsed in the exploration of space’s mysteries.
In the laboratory, Jeming’s eyes blazed as he stared intently at the strange creature fixed onto the Rune experint table—it was a Mutated Spider Snake entirely sculpted like colorless crystal.
This was the rare sample he painstakingly collected from the Empty Isle Plane in his early years.
After decades of frantically supplenting his knowledge of space, he finally felt confident to safely dissect and study such spatial creatures.
And today, his research seed to have reached a crucial breakthrough.
He carefully used a specially-crafted Alchemy Engraving Knife to remove a small, translucent fragnt of the outer shell.
In his eyes, the light of "All-Purpose Eye" witchcraft flowed layer upon layer, cascading over the fragnt’s structure like a waterfall of minute data and information streams.
"I really didn’t expect..." Jeming murmured, his voice brimming with excitent, "the core function of this thing is not to enhance Spatial Ability, but to... stabilize space!"
This discovery overturned his long-held conjecture.
He always believed the Mutated Spider Snake could hide within the spatial interlayers by relying on this crystal shell to obscure or refract spatial fluctuations.
However, actual analysis showed that the essence of this shell’s function is to form an extrely small stable Spatial Anchor Point, like a fixed stone in a storm, ensuring the micro-space in which the Spider Snake resides doesn’t collapse during spatial travel or concealnt.
So, where does the concealnt ability co from?
Jeming’s gaze turned to the internal structure exposed after he removed the shell.
Unlike common exoskeletal creatures, beneath the crystal shell was not soft muscle tissue, but a layer of extrely complex, semi-transparent, mbrane-like net structure, resembling biological fascia.
In his perception, it is precisely these seemingly fragile mbranes that continuously emit subtle and active spatial fluctuations.
Luckily, Jeming had already advanced to beco a Third Level Wizard, and combined with the keen spatial fluctuation sensing of the All-Purpose Eye, he was able to discover these inconspicuous fascial networks that resemble blood vessels.
"The mystery is here..." Jeming held his breath, concentrating, as he began to imitate the unique energy conduction pattern of these mbranes.
He ticulously constructed a refined Spiritual Power network, simulating the nodes and circuits of that fascial net mbrane.
Buzz!!
Almost at the mont of successful simulation, the spatial energy within the laboratory suddenly beca agitated and chaotic, invisible ripples distorted the light, emitting a deep hum.
Prepared in advance, Jeming imdiately activated the energy suppression devices surrounding the laboratory, and a powerful Force Field descended instantly, forcibly smoothing out the impending chaotic spatial disturbance.
"Quite a risk, but also... quite powerful!" Jeming felt lingering fear, yet he was imnsely exhilarated.
Even a preliminary imitation could trigger such intense energy chaos, proving its imnse potential.
Next ca the tedious and precise sorting work.
Relying on a solid foundation of spatial knowledge, he began to analyze and identify which specific energy circuit combinations in that complex mbrane structure effectively dominated the space interference effect.
He then attempted to compare, combine, and optimize these naturally ford biological Rune circuits with the standard spatial-class Runes within the Wizard System.
After countless failures, adjustnts, and retries...
Several days later, in the laboratory’s center, Jeming’s expression was solemn.
He focused his attention, carefully guiding Spiritual Power towards an alloy target engraved with multiple protective Runes.
The mont the technique was completed, an invisible distorting Force Field rapidly spread out from his fingertip.
The target area’s space seed to turn into a block of clay kneaded by an invisible giant hand, with light bending and fracturing within it.
The alloy target underwent a massive transformation silently, its surface imdiately showing irregular indentations and tear marks, as if torn from multiple directions by invisible forces, yet without any sound of tal being torn.
"Success... Space Distortion!" Jeming’s eyes glead with ecstatic light.
Jeming tested several more rounds, and the results were gratifying.
The new witchcraft he nad "Space Distortion" had exceptionally exaggerated effects.
If the target did not have special spatial resistance protection, its own energy intensity needed to reach at least Sixth Level to barely resist such direct spatial level tearing.
However, the drawbacks were equally apparent.
This witchcraft was extrely unstable, like throwing a boulder into a calm lake, ripples would spread uncontrollably.
If the external energy environnt was already chaotic, or if casting was strongly disrupted, the range and intensity of the Space Distortion could rapidly expand and even backfire on the caster, making it a dangerous double-edged sword.
"Stability... it’s still a stability issue." Jeming cald down, his gaze again turning to the crystal shell fragnts on the experint table that had been studied and removed, "That’s why this creature grew such a shell..."
He imdiately delved into researching the source of the crystal shell’s spatial stability capability, attempting to find a thod to combine the seemingly contradictory attributes of "stability" and "distortion."
As long as the stability issue could be resolved, this witchcraft would beco a new combat tool in his arsenal.
Just as he was fully imrsed in the work of perfecting this new witchcraft, a faint yet undeniable tremor ca through the Link of the Soul Contract from the core area of the Purgatory Sulfur Plane.
"Hmm?!" Jeming raised his head alertly, carefully sensing.
From the Black Giant side... it seed so kind of abnormal change had occurred?
Jeming furrowed his brow, temporarily setting aside his research.
With a thought, he directly summoned one of the Black Giant leaders through the connection of the Soul Contract.
Soon, the Teleportation Array in one corner of the laboratory lit up, and a massive figure shrank down, but still standing three ters tall, appeared entirely pitch-black, emanating a contradictory aura of cold and heat.
This Black Giant leader was the one who had accompanied Jeming to the "Justice" Plane as a mber, although they hadn’t been made use of, fortunately, with the spatial capacity within, Jeming’s death hadn’t affected them.
"Master," the Black Giant leader bowed respectfully, his voice deep and reverent.
Jeming directly inquired about the clan’s changes.
The Black Giant leader seed to have expected it, and replied steadily, "Reporting to Master, I had initially investigated this matter. It seems that due to the clan reaching a certain critical mass, the gathering of life force has caused a qualitative change. According to the feedback of the ’Incense Fire Divine Dao’ system established by you, Master, and the clan’s internally erging vague consciousness... our race seems to be about to naturally usher in the first batch of ’Priests’."
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