In the following days, the grand hall seed to have restored its usual atmosphere of research and exchange.
The High Tier Wizards continued discussing profound laws, while the Low Tier Disciples delved into their studies or engaged in small-scale duels.
But for Jeming, the situation had beco entirely different.
Ever since he showcased his ability of "Fictional Elents" in the duel, he had beco a focal point in the hall, not too big yet not too small.
People ca incessantly to exchange witchcraft and discuss alchemy insights with him, including a group with a clear purpose—to purchase the "Fictional Elents" he created for research.
The exchanges were acceptable, mutually inspiring.
But this purchasing for research... it gave Jeming quite a headache.
The problem mainly ca from so who purchased too frequently.
Jeming looked at Reks standing in front of him once again, and couldn’t help but rub his temples and sigh: "Reks, it hasn’t been an hour, has it? You’ve already exhausted the previous batch?"
Reks, with an expression of experintal frustration and a hint of helplessness, pointed to a specially designed crystal container that was already empty:
"Your ’Fictional Elents’ nature is too special. Once it leaves the cloistered environnt you enhanced, under the continuous correction of plane laws, its existence lasts terrifyingly short! I just guided it into the observation rune array, and before I could record the basic wave spectrum, it had already began dispersing and its nature was shifting!"
Jeming looked at him speechlessly: "Then you should take it back to your personal laboratory at the academy and research it using the highest standard isolation force field!"
"Moreover, with your current level and depth of understanding of laws, it’s impossible to effectively analyze this level of ’Fictional Elents’, is it?"
As he spoke, he skillfully drew a thread of pure concentrated Spiritual Qi from his body space, plugged it into a specially made test tube, and handed it over.
Reks equally skillfully transferred a significant amount of Low Level Military rits to Jeming’s account via the Magic Network Terminal.
He took the test tube, feeling its otherworldly energy aura, and sighed in frustration: "I know, I know theoretically! But... I just can’t help it!"
"This thing is so strange. It’s clearly perceptible, but spiritual power struggles to deeply guide it, as if observing the scenery at the other end of the world through an unseen frosted glass. The less you see, the more you want to see!"
Jeming could only shake his head helplessly.
In his eyes, Reks’s behavior was practically throwing Military rits into the water, without even hearing a splash.
The Fictional Elents, or the "Fictional Elents" he disguised it as—Spiritual Qi, its essence is derived from a fundantal logic different from the current mainstream rule system of the Wizard Universe.
In Jeming’s view, Spiritual Qi is the real and authentic foundation for Cultivation Immortality.
However, within the cognitive frawork of Wizard Civilization, it completely aligns with all definitions of "Fictional Elents": originating from "Fabrication Law", not fully compatible with existing systems, and unstable under plane’s adaptive chanisms.
This kind of "Fictional Elents" has a particularly significant impact on wizards at a specific stage.
Especially those who have begun to touch and understand laws but whose grasp is insufficient to build a complete law view—specifically at the Third Level to Fourth Level stage!
Higher level wizards have their own law systems already well-established, with deeply rooted cognition.
They won’t be shaken by external systems’ "noise".
Lower level wizards haven’t even touched the threshold of laws; their souls and cognition are like blank pages.
Exposed to the Spiritual Qi environnt, they mostly feel casting is impeded, like punching in viscous fluid, but won’t produce essential "repulsion" or "discomfort".
Only wizards like Reks at the Third and Fourth Level, their souls and cognition are at the sensitive period transitioning from "using rules" to "understanding and defining rules".
Regarding Spiritual Qi, which represents another set of "rules", resistance is extrely poor!
Just being in a Spiritual Qi-rich environnt generates an "oxygen deprivation-like cognitive suffocation", causing spiritual power operations to dull, hindering effective mobilization and analysis.
This was why those Third and Fourth Level Wizards decisively conceded when recognizing "Fictional Elents" during the previous duel.
In such an environnt, their full skillset was reduced by seventy percent, making it impossible to fight.
It was also the confidence Jeming had when he initially focused on neutralizing the more threatening Fifth Level Wizards without worrying too much about being besieged by Mid to Low Tier Wizards.
Thus, with Reks’s current Third Level Wizard level, trying to deeply study Spiritual Qi is extraordinarily difficult.
Even with top-notch laboratory equipnt assistance, it’s like asking a first-grader who just learned addition and subtraction to understand calculus—inefficient, and nearly impossible to yield substantive results.
"Reks," Jeming couldn’t help but advise, "With your talent, advancing to Fifth Level Wizard probably wouldn’t take a thousand years. By then, your soul stabilizes, cognition becos systematic, studying this will undoubtedly be smoother. As long as I don’t perish midway, you can purchase from then, I will definitely still sell it to you."
How could Reks not understand this principle?
He smiled wryly and nodded: "I know, but... my curiosity is unbearable."
That feeling of maddening frustration when faced with unknown knowledge yet powerless to explore deeply is undoubtedly a tornt for a genius wizard with an insatiable thirst for knowledge.
He sighed, taking the newly acquired sample of spiritual Qi, and turned to find a place to attempt his inevitably fruitless observational experints.
After sending Reks off, Jeming was about to take out so spatial knowledge to enjoy a mont of peace, when Viola, like a butterfly drawn to the scent of flowers, fluttered over from the side.
"Junior~" Her voice was filled with excitent, "Get another one, no, get three! And make them high concentration!"
Jeming glanced at her: "Senior, are you also increasing your research investnt? Have you discovered a new characteristic?"
Viola’s eyes sparkled, full of enthusiasm: "That’s right! My preliminary experints have shown that your ’fictional elent’ has an unusually gentle and profound nurturing effect on biological tissues! It’s not a crude energy infusion, but more like a... um... an imrsion and guidance of life’s essence! I plan to buy more and try to cultivate so high-tier magical plants with it, to see if it can induce beneficial mutations or enhance quality!"
As she was speaking, even the usually steady Professor Clark stepped over.
Without any small talk, he directly operated the Magic Network Terminal.
[Ding! Received a transfer of 10,000 points of High Level Military rits from Clark.]
Jeming stared at the numbers on his account skyrocketing, his eyes nearly widened, almost dropping the knowledge crystal in his hand: "Pro-Professor?! You need so much?! This amount could fill a small Sixth Level Elental Pool!"
Professor Clark’s expression remained calm as he explained: "This isn’t all for my own needs. Several distinguished figures on the high platform, including Ancestor Nolun, are also quite interested in your ’fictional elent’ and asked to purchase so on their behalf."
He paused, looking at Jeming with a rare and unmistakable touch of admiration: "Jeming, your ’fictional elent’ indeed stands out."
"Ancestor Nolun, after preliminary research, believes it has great potential, with a complex yet orderly internal structure, a very high energy level, even... vaguely touching upon the realm of the four basic elents."
Jeming’s heart tightened abruptly.
Clark continued: "Moreover, Ancestor Nolun speculates that what you have isn’t the simulation of a single elent. Your ’fictional law’ frawork seems to attempt to use a variant of one or two ’fictional elents’ to encompass, or even replace, the functions of the four basic elents? You constructed your fictional law based on the ’unification theory,’ right? Very ambitious and insightful."
His tone carried encouragent: "We are all looking forward to it. If your path can truly be paved, perhaps, in the future, a completely new top-level fictional law comparable to the ’Destiny’ level may indeed be born."
Jeming felt a cold sweat trickling down his back as he listened.
Truly fitting for a profession that pursues knowledge, the research abilities of wizards are terrifying!
With only a small amount of samples and lacking the background of systematic cultivation immortality knowledge and high-end research equipnt, Nolun Wizard in just a few days practically touched the essence of ’spiritual Qi.’
He even guessed with 80-90% accuracy the essence of everything being composed of yin and yang spiritual Qi!
At this mont, he was imnsely grateful for having chosen to disguise spiritual Qi with the facade of ’fictional law,’ and even more grateful for the abundance of genius minds in wizard civilization, where extraordinary and whimsical thoughts were frequently proposed.
If not for this, once he becos stronger in the future and the fundantal systemic differences are exposed, what it might trigger might not just be curiosity and research, but unforeseeable turmoil.
Seeing him seemingly a bit tense, Clark relaxed his tone, offering comfort: "You shouldn’t put too much pressure on yourself. The ’unification theory’ itself is riddled with controversies and unresolved gaps in the academic world, making the path of exploration inherently challenging."
"Even if it ultimately doesn’t succeed completely, with the excellent characteristics your ’fictional elent’ currently exhibits, by adjusting your direction in ti and focusing on its application developnt, you can still go very far down this path. If it proves unfruitful, once you reach the Sixth Level, undergo a qualitative transformation of soul and cognition, and then switch to deeply researching other laws, it’s not too late."
Upon hearing this, Jeming let out a relieved smile and nodded: "Thank you, Professor, I understand. I will act within my capacity."
Then, looking at the substantial sum, he added sowhat embarrassedly: "However, Professor, extracting such a large amount of ’fictional elent’ at one ti requires so ti. I don’t have that much in stock at the mont. The reserves over at the Purgatory Sulfur Plane are sufficient, but the transportation and purification..."
Clark waved it off with a calm deanor: "No problem, supplenting later is fine, there’s no rush."
Before they could finish their conversation, suddenly...
An unusual and grand rhythm, like the awakening heartbeat of a sleeping giant beast, or the first chord of the universe’s birth, unexpectedly spread from the small figure at the center of the grand hall, sweeping through every corner of the hall in an instant!
This rhythm was not a sound, nor an energy impact, yet it distinctly shook the spiritual essence of every wizard, causing a ripple effect in their perception of surrounding laws.
Every conversation, experint, and thought within the hall ca to an abrupt halt.
Everyone, regardless of rank, instinctively and unanimously shifted their gaze to the source of the rhythm—a figure sitting beside the main seat, eyes closed soti ago, surrounded by indescribable waves of law—Anton Buchanan.
Without any words, an understanding dawned upon everyone’s mind:
The mont for Wizard Anton Buchanan’s ascension had arrived!
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