Chapter 648 - 550: Probing
Chapter 648: Chapter 550: Probing
Jeming sat on a chair molded with his alchemy, his gaze passing over the wizards discussing in teams, and landing on the giant rift in the sky.
The pure white plane hung silently there, deathly silent, orderly, perfect.
"Just relying on this intelligence analysis doesn’t mean much, first... let me personally probe it a bit."
Jeming’s consciousness dove into his Inner Grotto Heaven.
Inside the Grotto Heaven, five hundred Black Giant Priests sat cross-legged next to the incense fire divine dao’s transit point, constantly on standby.
Jeming’s mind swept through, accurately locking onto the ten individuals with the strongest calculation power, beginning to mobilize the altar’s connection authority.
[Target Selected]
[Fate System Connecting...]
[Connection Completed]
Aware of the changes within themselves, the ten Black Giant Priests simultaneously opened their eyes.
Simultaneously, secret spiritual links extended from their foreheads, passing through the barrier of the Inner Grotto Heaven, completing the connection with the channel of Jeming’s Fate System in his mind.
"I’ve also mounted the channel of the Fate System for you all," Jeming’s voice echoed in their consciousness, "In necessary times, I’ll assist you in processing the data."
The ten priests nodded simultaneously.
Jeming released various witchcraft precisely landing on each priest.
Visual sharing, energy fluctuation synchronization, perception feedback...
Ensuring that later he can directly "share the experience" with the Black Giant Priests.
"Go now, pave the way for me."
Ten black shadows soared into the sky.
Meanwhile, countless lights also lit up across the Ship Plane.
The other wizards were not idle.
Various cannon fodder units were being unleashed — elemental creatures, puppet constructs, summoned beasts, and even some wizards who directly split part of their spiritual power to condense into temporary avatars.
Everyone wanted to be the first to figure out the nature of this bizarre plane.
Jeming withdrew his gaze, looking down at the barren terrain beneath him.
He crouched down, pressing his palm against the ground.
Alchemy was activated, the soil surged, molded.
Within just a few short minutes, a rudimentary laboratory spanning hundreds of square meters rose from the ground.
Jeming sat at the lab table, raised his hand and swiped through the air.
Ten light screens simultaneously unfolded, each corresponding to a Black Giant Priest’s perspective.
In the images, the ten black shadows had already left the rift in the sky, approaching the edge of the Information Plane.
They did not rush in.
The leading priest paused in his tracks, glanced back at his companions, then proceeded alone.
It was the one among the ten priests with the strongest calculation power, its soul core’s processing capability exceeding the other nine by thirty percent.
Jeming watched through its perspective, seeing the rift growing ever closer.
On the other side of the rift, soft, pure white light flowing gently, seemingly harmless.
The Black Giant Priest reached out its hand.
Its fingertips touched the plane barrier...
Jeming’s brows slightly rose.
Through the transmitted perceptions of the witchcraft, he could distinctly feel that the isolated feeling, akin to "hitting a wall" found with other planes, was completely different.
The boundary of the Information Plane was clearly distinct from the surrounding boundless chaotic void, yet touching the barrier felt almost effortless, like a thin layer of light screen, easily penetrable by hand.
The Black Giant Priest did not hesitate.
Its entire body leaned forward, passing through the barrier.
Then, Jeming distinctly felt the impact.
It was a turbulent stream of information.
Overwhelming torrents of information.
At the moment the priest’s soul core fully entered the Information Plane, massive volumes of information surged in from all directions, wildly impacting its consciousness.
This information had no fixed form, obviously lacking any textual, visual, or audio elements, yet it transmitted pure "information" through special elemental vibrations, like countless needles piercing the brain simultaneously.
The Black Giant Priest’s calculation power frantically operated but still struggled to resist.
Its consciousness began to blur, its thoughts becoming chaotic...
Then Jeming intervened.
The Fate System went full throttle.
Jeming only felt the newly constructed system core in his mind activated instantly, a network of faith streams converging into an information processing network, feverishly running to integrate, analyze, and distribute the overwhelming streams of information.
The Black Giant Priest’s consciousness began to clear again.
Standing within the Information Plane, it glanced at the rift behind it, then looked down at its own hands, its eyes reflecting human-like astonishment.
But Jeming frowned.
He focused on the string of data on the monitoring screen, quickly analyzing in his mind.
The good news was that the previous probe put his mind at ease: that kind of auto-attack wouldn’t count him as the connected counterpart.
The communication channel of the Fate System carried its own information volume, but his entity—or rather, the calculation power transmitted through the Fate System—was not detected by the enemy.
This meant he didn’t have to worry that during his personal probe later, his Purgatory Sulfur Plane would also be counted into the total information amount due to its connection.
Yet what genuinely caused Jeming to frown was the essence of those turbulent information streams.
He had just analyzed these information streams through the Fate System along the way.
Jeming fell into contemplation.
From the analysis results, if the information impacts were only at this level, then the wizards who were defeated shouldn’t be in that "silent" state.
The essence of silence is "all output ports are blocked," while thoughts remain active.
And the attack logic of this information stream is "to overwhelm the target’s processing ability with massive information" — if the target can’t withstand it, it should directly faint or even experience a Sea of Spirit collapse, not remain as they are, active in thought yet unable to output externally.
"No wonder Wizard Martin said he couldn’t analyze the specific principle."
Jeming lifted his head, looking at the other light screens.
The Black Giant Priests had not yet entered the plane, waiting for orders outside the rift.
As for the other wizards’ cannon fodder units nearby...
Jeming noticed that several wizards had deliberately let their cannon fodder units get "hit."
Those elemental creatures and puppets lost control the instant they entered the Information Plane, floating straightforwardly in the pure white sea of light, yet their energy cores inside continued to operate.
Several wizards were using various means for remote detection, attempting to analyze the specific process of the attack.
But from their furrowed brows, they seemingly hadn’t found anything.
This wasn’t surprising, as Wizard Martin surely tried this method as well. If he hadn’t deciphered the cause, it meant some things won’t be understood without personal experience.
Jeming withdrew his gaze, looking at the nine Black Giant Priests outside the rift waiting.
"You all enter too."
He issued a command.
The remaining nine black shadows hesitated no more, all passing through the rift simultaneously.
Jeming leaned back in his chair, his gaze sweeping across all the light screens.
The ten Black Giant Priests were already spread out, slowly advancing towards the depths of that pure white sea of light.
The surrounding light was eerily gentle, devoid of any sense of direction, as if in an infinitely extending white void.
Meanwhile, behind them, endless flashes of light still flickered at the rift — other wizards’ cannon fodder units were flooding in batches one after another.