Cultivating in the Wizard World

The sky over the Purgatory Sulfur Plane was, as always, a shade of crimson.

Jeming hovered ten thousand meters above, looking down at the land he had personally transformed countless times.

Around him, tens of Black Giant Priests also floated in the air, each with a massive rune light array before them, emanating various colors.

"Decrease the energy node in the western district by three per thousand."

Jeming's voice, through spiritual power, spread across the field.

One Black Giant Priest immediately adjusted the light array before him, fingers tapping repeatedly in the void, causing the complex sequence of runes to shift accordingly.

A moment later, a faint light flashed in a certain part of the ground below, signaling the completion of the energy node adjustment.

"The waveform output of the North District's number seven array eye is off; correct to standard value."

Another priest began to operate.

This was the fiftieth day of their continuous work.

Every subsystem, including the cross-dimensional energy transmission system, of the Incense Fire Divine Dao, even the main system, required a comprehensive optimization.

Those minor issues left behind during the design a hundred years ago now needed to be solved one by one.

Jeming was in charge of overall command, while the Black Giant Priests operated the ultra-large arrays that spanned the plane, fine-tuning every detail.

From ten thousand meters high, the entire Purgatory Sulfur Plane looked like a colossal circuit board.

Countless energy nodes glimmered faintly, and complex patterns outlined mysterious symbols on the land.

And these people were conducting a precise calibration of this circuit board.

"There's still an issue with the feedback delay in the southeast district," reported one priest.

Jeming frowned slightly, shifted his figure, and instantly appeared above the southeast district.

He closed his eyes to sense for a moment and then spoke, "Reset the phase synchronization protocol of nodes seven, eight, and nine, and re-align with the main array's fluctuation frequency."

"Understood."

Another round of adjustments began.

Time flowed quietly in focused work.

When the data for the final node finally reached the ideal value, Jeming opened his eyes and exhaled lightly.

"Everything is in place. Begin the test."

With his command, all the priests simultaneously activated the rune light array before them.

The energy network of the entire Purgatory Sulfur Plane lit up.

From a high altitude, the scene was indescribably spectacular.

Countless light patterns flowed over the land, like blood racing through veins, finally converging on the large Energy Tower in the center of the plane.

The tower's tip shone brightly, a nearly solid beam of light shooting skyward, piercing into the depths of the void.

That marked the opening of the cross-dimensional transmission channel.

Jeming fixed his gaze on the light, his spiritual power closely following the energy flow, sensing every loss and fluctuation during the transmission process.

The test lasted a full three minutes.

When the light dissipated, he glanced down at the Record Crystal in his hand, a slight smile curling his lips.

Transmission efficiency increased by twelve percent.

Energy stability increased by fifteen percent.

Response speed increased by nine percent.

"Not bad." Jeming nodded, "Withdraw the team."

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...

Upon returning to the core laboratory, Jeming's mind still lingered with the insights gained during the recent adjustments.

He walked into the cultivation room, sat cross-legged on the mat, closed his eyes, and introspected into the Sea of Spirit.

Deep within the Sea of Spirit, the Ring of Truth hovered quietly, slowly rotating, the core of his Fifth Level Wizard form.

And next to the Ring of Truth, a golden line circled it like a satellite orbiting a planet.

This was the manifestation of the Spiritual Qi Law.

Jeming looked intently, his gaze narrowing slightly.

The golden line was thicker than before.

After carefully sensing, he found that his mastery of the Spiritual Qi Law had increased from twenty percent to nearly thirty percent.

"This is a pleasant surprise."

Jeming opened his eyes, pondering.

Thinking carefully, it wasn't strange.

The adjustment of the Incense Fire Divine Dao was essentially a reorganization of related knowledge, and during this process, his understanding of the Spiritual Qi Law naturally deepened.

It was equivalent to reviewing original knowledge and incidentally gaining new insights.

He looked at the Ring of Truth in the Sea of Spirit, mentally calculating his gains and the proportional increase in Spiritual Qi Law mastery.

Jeming shook his head in deep reflection, "The growth rate is declining rapidly."

For a Fifth Level Wizard to advance to Sixth Level, they needed to raise mastery of the law from ten percent to one hundred percent.

He was just approaching thirty percent, with two-thirds of the journey still ahead.

And this was only the basic threshold.

Reaching one hundred percent, one must also understand law solidification to truly step into the Sixth Level.

Easier said than done...

Jeming couldn't help but sigh.

The mastery of laws seemed like something that could keep increasing, but in reality, the higher you go, the more difficult it becomes.

The deeper the knowledge studied, the greater the difficulty of learning, requiring even more extensive accumulation.

In terms of pure difficulty, the transition from Fifth to Sixth Level even surpassed the combined experience of Wizard Apprentice ascending to Fifth Level.

"Take it slow."

Subduing his emotions, Jeming completed his daily cultivation.

After confirming everything was normal, he rose and left the cultivation room, heading towards the biological laboratory.

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The doors of the biological laboratory opened automatically, and a mixed smell of nutrient fluid and preservative potion wafted in.

The lab was a hub of bustling activity.

Dozens of Black Giant Priests busied themselves at their respective workstations, some dissecting biological tissues, others recording data, while yet others calibrated various instruments.

Immense display screens lined the walls, scrolling through vast amounts of analysis results.

On the right side of the lab, rows of transparent cultivation chambers, each towering over ten meters high and several meters wide, were neatly arranged.

The chambers were filled with light green nutrient fluid. Suspended within the fluid were different biological forms—if those could still be called "bios".

Jeming approached to observe the chambers closely.

These creatures resembled supersized insects.

Some had scythe-shaped forelimbs, others were covered in heavy shells, while some had multiple pairs of compound eyes.

Suspended in the nutrient fluid, their bodies were pierced by dense probes, connecting to data interfaces on the outer walls of the cultivation chambers.

"Master."

A Black Giant Priest approached.

Smaller than the other priests, intelligence flickered more intensely in its eyes.

Jeming remembered this one was named "Brains," the most intelligent of the priests.

"Report the progress," Jeming said.

Brains handed over a Record Crystal: "We have reanalyzed all the various variants of the Reaper Race from the Reincarnation Plane. Combined with the research data you left years ago, we've basically organized all the necessary foundational data."

Jeming took the crystal and infused it with spiritual power.

Inside the crystal, a vast array of anatomical data, gene sequences, energy reaction test results were stored.

Every variant of the Reaper Race—Engineer, Warrior, Leader, Brood Nest—was meticulously recorded.

Years ago, he had harvested substantial knowledge from the Reincarnation Plane, bringing back almost all research materials on the Reaper Race.

Now, after being re-analyzed by the Black Giant Priests, the data was more detailed and systematically organized.

Jeming browsed through, nodding as he went.

He planned to first transform the "Nest."

The Nest was a biological battleship unit he had designed in his early years, but over time, it hadn't seen much use.

The Patroller had at least contributed somewhat, whereas the Nest had virtually no presence.

As a biological battleship, the Reaper Race, a species innately cultivated as biological weapons, naturally suited as a simulation sample.

The Reaper Race's Brood Nest unit, in itself, was a form of biological battleship.

They could produce soldiers, store resources, and fusing these characteristics into the Nest's design was quite fitting.

Jeming was deep in thought when he sighed.

What a pity.

If only that Fungus Lord from back then could be used for research, it would have been perfect.

The Fungus Lord of the Triangular Plane was actually the ideal simulation sample.

Its adaptability, evolutionary capabilities, resource conversion efficiency all surpassed the Reaper Race.

Unfortunately, its danger was too great, eventually leading to it being annihilated, leaving no complete samples.

Jeming shook his head, retracting his thoughts.

Without the Fungus Lord, although the Reaper Race was inferior, it was still sufficient.

Holding the Record Crystal, he walked towards his workstation.