In the following days, the grand hall seed to regain its usual atmosphere of research and exchange.
High-level wizards continued delving into profound laws, while lower-generation disciples pursued their studies or engaged in small-scale contests.
For Jie Ming, however, things were entirely different.
Ever since demonstrating his “Imaginary Elent” ability in the contest, he had beco a modest focal point in the hall.
Wizards approached endlessly to exchange witchcraft insights or discuss alchemy experiences—and among them, a group had clear intent: purchasing his produced “Imaginary Elents” for research.
Exchanges were acceptable—mutual inspiration.
But the purchases… gave Jie Ming quite a headache.
The issue lay mainly in so buyers’ excessive frequency.
Jie Ming looked at Rex standing before him again, rubbing his brow and sighing: “Rex, it’s not even been an hour, right? You already used up the last portion?”
Rex’s face showed the frustration of stalled experints mixed with helplessness, pointing to an empty specialized crystal container in his hand:
“Your ‘Imaginary Elent’ is too peculiar. Once removed from your sealed environnt, under the plane laws’ continuous correction, its duration is frighteningly short! I had just guided it into the observation rune array and hadn’t recorded the basic fluctuation spectrum before it began dissipating and shifting properties!”
Jie Ming looked at him speechlessly: “Then take it back to your personal laboratory at the academy and study it with top-grade isolation fields!”
“Moreover, with your current level and law comprehension depth, effective analysis of this tier ‘Imaginary Elent’ is fundantally impossible, right?”
As he spoke, he skillfully drew a strand of refined, concentrated spiritual qi from his internal world into a specialized test tube and handed it over.
Rex, equally practiced, transferred a substantial sum of low-level military rits to Jie Ming’s account via maginet terminal.
Taking the tube and sensing its utterly alien energy aura, he sighed bitterly: “I know—the theory, I know it all! But… I just can’t help it!”
“This stuff is too strange. Clearly perceptible, yet ntal force struggles to probe deeply—like viewing scenery on the world’s other side through frosted glass. The less clear, the more I want to see!”
Jie Ming could only shake his head helplessly.
In his eyes, Rex’s behavior was like tossing rits into water without a splash.
Imaginary Elents—or his disguised “Imaginary Elents”: spiritual qi—fundantally stemd from underlying logic differing from this wizard universe’s mainstream rule system.
To Jie Ming, spiritual qi was the genuine foundation of immortal cultivation.
But in wizard civilization’s frawork, it perfectly fit all “Imaginary Elent” definitions: from “Fictional Laws,” incompatible with existing systems, unstable under plane adaptive chanisms.
Such “Imaginary Elents” impacted wizards at specific stages profoundly.
Especially those initially touching and understanding laws, yet lacking mastery to form complete law views—souls and cognition in critical reshaping: third to fourth level!
Higher-level wizards had solidified law systems and entrenched cognition.
External differing systems’ “noise” couldn’t shake them.
Lower-level wizards hadn’t touched laws’ door—souls and cognition blank slates.
Exposure to dense spiritual qi at most felt casting hindered, like punching in viscous fluid—no essential “rejection” or “discomfort.”
Only third/fourth-level wizards like Rex—their souls and cognition in sensitive transition from “using rules” to “understanding/defining rules”—had extrely poor resistance to spiritual qi representing another “rule” set!
re presence in dense spiritual qi caused “cognitive suffocation” like oxygen deprivation—ntal force sluggish, hard to mobilize/parse.
This explained why contest mid/low-level wizards recognizing “Imaginary Elents” conceded decisively.
In that environnt, their abilities dropped seventy percent—unfightable.
It was also Jie Ming’s confidence in prioritizing greater-threat fifth-levels over mid/low-level encirclent worries.
Thus, at Rex’s third-level, deeply researching spiritual qi was extraordinarily difficult.
Even with full top lab equipnt, like a child learning addition comprehending calculus—twice the effort, half the result; near-impossible substantive gains.
“Rex,” Jie Ming couldn’t help advising, “With your talent, fifth level likely within a millennium. Then, soul stabilized, cognition self-ford—research will be far smoother. As long as I don’t perish midway, co buy then—I’ll still sell.”
Rex knew this well?
He smiled bitterly, nodding: “I know, but… the itch is unbearable.”
That frenzy facing unknowable knowledge yet powerless to delve—for a knowledge-thirsty genius wizard, undeniable tornt.
He sighed, taking the fresh spiritual qi sample, turning to resu his dood low-yield observation experints.
Seeing Rex off, Jie Ming was about to pull out spatial knowledge for quiet when Viola fluttered over like a butterfly scenting flowers.
“Junior Brother~” her voice joyful, “Another portion—no, three! High concentration!”
Jie Ming glanced: “Senior Sister, increasing research investnt? Discovered new properties?”
Viola’s eyes shone excitedly: “Exactly! Preliminary experints show your ‘Imaginary Elent’ has exceptionally mild yet profound nourishing effects on biological tissue! Not crude energy infusion, but… hmm… essence-level imrsion and guidance! I plan to buy more for cultivating high-tier magical plants—see if it induces beneficial mutations or quality elevation!”
As she spoke, the ever-steady ntor Clark approached.
Without greeting, he operated his maginet terminal.
[Ding! Received high-level military rit transfer from Clark: 10,000 points.]
Jie Ming stared at the skyrocketing account, nearly dropping his knowledge crystal: “M-ntor?! So much?! This volu could fill a small sixth-level elental pool!”
ntor Clark remained calm, explaining: “Not all my need. The lords on high, including Ancestor Noren, are interested in your ‘Imaginary Elent’—entrusted to procure portions.”
He paused, gaze on Jie Ming rare openly appreciative: “Jie Ming, your ‘Imaginary Elent’ is truly extraordinary.”
“Ancestor Noren preliminarily believes its potential imnse—internal structure complex yet ordered, energy tier vast, even… faintly touching the four fundantal elents’ level.”
Jie Ming’s heart tightened.
Clark continued: “Moreover, Ancestor Noren theorizes you’re not simulating a single elent—your ‘Fictional Law’ frawork attempts using one or two ‘Imaginary Elent’ variants to encompass, even replace the four fundantals’ functions? Based on ‘Grand Unified Theory’ for your Fictional Law? Bold and creative.”
His tone encouraging: “We all anticipate. If your path succeeds, perhaps a new top-tier Fictional Law rivaling ‘fate’ could erge.”
Jie Ming broke into cold sweat.
As expected of knowledge-pursuers—wizards’ research terrifying!
With re samples, lacking systematic immortal cultivation background or high-end equipnt, Wizard Noren nearly grasped spiritual qi’s core in days.
Even guessing eight or nine out of ten on yin-yang spiritual qi forming all things!
In this mont, he imnsely thanked choosing “Fictional Laws” to package spiritual qi—and wizard civilization’s abundance of geniuses with wild ideas.
Otherwise, later when stronger, such fundantal system differences exposed might spark not curiosity/research but unpredictable storms.
Seeing his tension, Clark softened: “No need for excessive pressure. ‘Grand Unified Theory’ itself has controversies and unsolved gaps in academia—exploration destined arduous.”
“Even if ultimately incomplete, your current ‘Imaginary Elent’s’ excellent properties—tily direction adjustnt, application focus—suffice for far progress. Worst case, at sixth level—soul/cognition qualitative change—switch to deeper other law research; not too late.”
Jie Ming smiled relievedly, nodding: “Thank you, ntor. I understand—I’ll proceed within my ans.”
Then eyeing the fortune, sowhat embarrassedly added: “But ntor, extracting such volu ‘Imaginary Elent’ at once needs ti. Insufficient stock on hand—Infernal Sulfur plane reserves enough, but transport/purification…”
Clark waved dismissively: “No matter—supplent later. No rush.”
Before more words, suddenly…
A strange, vast pulsation—like a slumbering behemoth’s awakening heartbeat, or the universe’s first string note—abruptly expanded from the diminutive figure at the hall’s center, instantly sweeping every corner!
Not sound nor energy shock, yet clearly shaking every wizard’s ntal origin, rippling their law perceptions montarily.
All conversation, experints, thoughts halted.
Regardless of level, all gazes involuntarily turned to the source—the seated figure beside the main seat, eyes closed soti, body rippling with indescribable law waves: Grand-ntor Anton Buchanan.
No words needed—an understanding dawned on all:
Anton Buchanan’s advancent mont had arrived!
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