“On the wizard civilization’s side… there doesn’t seem to be much knowledge of this kind.”
Jie Ming had run a quick search on his magic network terminal, and felt a little regretful.
That was only to be expected; World Nesting Technology was, after all, a special technology that had arisen on the basis of the unique world structure of the Central World’s world cluster.
And to be blunt, the range of uses for this thing had never been wide to begin with.
Besides, for practically every effect this technology could achieve, the wizard civilization had a corresponding and better alternative, so naturally hardly anyone researched it.
Of course, some wizard might well have developed a similar technology, but being so “backward,” it most likely would never be put up for sale.
“Judging from my earlier research, World Nesting Technology should have quite a lot of follow-up work… is there any way to get hold of the follow-up technology?”
Jie Ming leaned back in his chair, and soon thought of one possibility.
The Fate Law.
In the past, he had always regarded the Fate Law as just one of the laws to be mastered step by step, and had not put much effort into it.
After all, this law differed markedly from the elemental laws, and truly understanding the rules by which it operated was no easy matter.
But now, his situation was different.
Having completed the mastery of all the laws, he had formed a systematic understanding of the basic structure of every kind of law. Add to that the strengthening of both his true body and his mental power since advancing to the seventh level, and he now met the conditions for attempting certain extreme research methods.
Rather than keep combing through the existing materials over and over, better to use the Fate Law to seek out directly the knowledge that could help him break through the bottleneck.
“Whether or not I can find the follow-up to World Nesting Technology, the Fate Law should at least let me find technology that helps my research into the Mustard Seed Dao-Holding True Body Art.”
The moment this idea surfaced, Jie Ming turned serious.
He sank his consciousness into his spiritual sea and once again observed those ever-growing golden law threads.
Most of the golden threads had grown far thicker than when he had just completed the mastery of all the laws, and far more complex connections had formed between them.
Only the Fate Law still looked exceptionally thin.
Its rate of “growth” was astonishingly slow.
Jie Ming was not surprised by this.
After all, the other laws were all operating rules that genuinely existed in the wizard world, but the Fate Law was different.
In essence, the Fate Law was of a kind with the Spiritual Qi Law: both were Fictional Laws.
By conventional study alone, progress was extremely slow.
Jie Ming, however, had no intention of waiting any longer.
He opened the light screen and dug out a “Fate Law Extreme Learning Program” he had once recorded.
Put plainly, this so-called extreme learning program was simple: it was the idea that had come out of the time Jie Ming had rashly used fate to observe the endless chaotic void and blown his own head apart as a result.
By pouring near-infinite information into the soul, it forced the Fate Law to grow on its own.
Of course, the method itself was also extremely dangerous.
In any case, had the Body Forging Method not evolved a measure of death resistance in Jie Ming, an ordinary wizard would die every single time he used it.
But after weighing it carefully, Jie Ming still decided to try.
After all, he had now advanced to both the seventh level and the Great Ascension Realm, and no major leap in level was coming any time soon; the Third Layer true body had also only just finished refining, and completing a Fourth Layer Dharma Form would take an immense amount of time.
The greatest drawback of this learning program was that it left the soul gravely injured afterward, unable to cultivate for a long stretch of time.
At this stage he happened to be in exactly such a window, which, if anything, made it the most suitable time to study the Fate Law by this method.
Of course, with the standing the Level-One Cultivation Protocol gave him, Jie Ming could in fact easily have called in a wizard specializing in fate to assist him.
But as noted, this stage was precisely the moment when he could raise his mastery of the Fate Law by a wide margin.
At this thought, Jie Ming stood up without hesitation, left the main laboratory, and headed down the dedicated passage to the laboratory’s underground levels.
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Deep underground beneath the Infernal Sulfur continent lay hidden the array control hub for the entire plane.
The transport of elements within the plane, the stability of its spatial structure, and the operation of a great many large arrays all had to be coordinated through here.
On entering the control area, Jie Ming immediately pulled up the plane’s current operating status.
Complex array models hovered in midair one after another, linked to each other by dense energy channels and forming an enormous control network.
After confirming that everything was normal, Jie Ming drew a deep breath and spread out his Law Solidification Domain.
Golden power spread out with him at its center, quickly covering the plane origin beneath the control hub.
Right after, he began fusing his own domain with the structure of the plane origin.
The plane’s internal operating data streamed into Jie Ming’s perception along predetermined paths, and the vast control system gradually became a part of his consciousness.
Jie Ming felt his vantage point climbing higher and higher.
The plane data he had once needed a light screen to view now seemed to present itself directly within his perception.
The running of the elemental towers, the flow of energy across the surface, the changes in the underground arrays, even the slightest disturbances to the plane barrier, all took on clear structure in his consciousness.
In that instant, he had, in a certain sense, become a part of this plane.
Once the fusion had stabilized, Jie Ming slowly opened his eyes.
The underground control room before his eyes had lost its original meaning.
His perception extended beyond the plane barrier and fell upon that boundless chaotic void.
Countless lights of strange colors crisscrossed the void, as if the whole expanse of space were in constant flux.
Farther off, patches of shadow whose forms could not be made out drifted in and out of view amid the chaotic tides of energy.
Having first fixed his starting coordinates by that gigantic wall of light, Jie Ming soon found the Noren Workshop’s permitted observation angle.
As if recalling the sorry state he had been in last time, Jie Ming hesitated a moment.
But he gritted his teeth all the same, and the Fate Law’s golden thread lit up in his spiritual sea.
Jie Ming extended his own law power out along the control hub, trying to aim it at the endless chaotic void and capture the changes within it that related to fate.
The next instant, a flood of information came pouring in.
…Bang!
Inside the inner world, the head of Jie Ming’s true body suddenly exploded.
The enormous body gave a violent shudder, and the once stable structure of the inner world instantly broke into fierce fluctuations.
Huge amounts of energy rampaged through the inner world; several spatial nodes even lost stability for a time, and very nearly set off a chain collapse.
But before long, these chain reactions were quickly brought back under control by Jie Ming’s will.
With the skull shattered, the energy within the true body gathered, vast material structures regrew, and the shattered head soon began to heal.
But the real trouble was not in the body; it was in the soul.
When Jie Ming’s consciousness returned, all he felt was wave after wave of violent, stabbing pain in his mind, as if countless fine needles had been driven into the depths of his soul at once.
He immediately cut the connection to the plane origin and observed no further.
The mental agony, however, did not vanish with it.
Enduring the discomfort, Jie Ming checked over his own condition.
Just as he had expected, his soul had suffered serious damage, and his spiritual sea had become rather unstable.
Jie Ming quickly checked the structure of his inner world, and only after confirming there was no irreparable damage did he turn his attention back to his spiritual sea.
One look, and the corners of Jie Ming’s mouth could not help curling up.
The Fate Law’s golden thread had grown visibly longer.
Pinching the bridge of his nose in an attempt to ease the waves of stabbing pain in his mind, Jie Ming gazed at the Fate Law’s golden thread in his spiritual sea and could not help nodding. “It really does work. It’s just so miserable.”
Then he returned to the main laboratory.
Jie Ming sat back down at the experiment bench and pulled up the research data for the Mustard Seed Dao-Holding True Body Art once more.
Then he began to continue his deductions according to the original plan.
His injuries would probably take another decade or more to heal, so for the next decade or more he would have no way to keep cultivating and improving.
But that did not mean research had to stop entirely; Jie Ming could still work slowly on the Mustard Seed Dao-Holding True Body Art.
Independent research would indeed be somewhat slower, but it was better than doing nothing at all.