Cultivating in the Wizard World

Chapter 652: Chapter 554: Information

One day later.

Jeming stood in front of the newly constructed altar, raising his hand to wipe the nonexistent sweat from his forehead.

Although called an altar, it was more like a giant metallic ring array.

Thousands of Rune nodes were densely embedded in the ground, with a crystal core the size of a fist floating at the center—that was the external port of the Fate System.

"It’s finished."

The group of Sixth Level Logistics Wizards behind him breathed a sigh of relief.

They had barely slept all day and night, working intensively in synch with Jeming’s rhythm, but fortunately, they managed to complete it just in time.

"Sir Jeming, can this altar really allow everyone to share calculation power?" the leading female wizard couldn’t help but ask.

Jeming nodded: "Not only that, but the calculation power of wizards within the range can also be enhanced. Exactly how much can be called upon depends on your own spiritual bearing limits."

He paused, then added: "But don’t expect to become invincible with it. This is just assistance; the true battle still depends on yourselves."

Several wizards nodded.

In the distance, other wizards had already begun probing.

Rays of light rose from the red zone, passing through the cracks and entering the Information Plane.

This time, with the array of the altar as protection, even if invaded, they can disconnect immediately, increasing safety significantly.

But Jeming didn’t move.

He just stood there, staring at the crack in the sky, his gaze deep and mysterious.

"Sir, are we not sending more people?" the Black Giant Priest beside him whispered.

"No more."

Jeming shook his head: "Using you to probe, the information obtained is ultimately insufficient."

He took a deep breath, making up his mind.

"This time, I will personally go."

The Black Giant Priest was taken aback, then showed concern: "Sir, this..."

"Don’t worry." Jeming waved his hand, "The Fate System can withstand their invasion, entering for a stroll won’t kill me."

He said no more, and with a flash of his figure, he flew directly toward the crack.

The crack drew closer.

Jeming could feel the barrier of the plane right in front of him.

Unlike the thick obstruction of other planes, the Information Plane’s barrier was as thin as a layer of light, not even requiring effort; a gentle touch could penetrate it.

In the next instant, he was enveloped in pure white.

The feeling was hard to describe.

Like plunging into a boundless sea of light, devoid of up or down, left or right, even the sense of "self" was being diluted.

All around, soft white light surged from all directions, wrapping around his body.

Jeming suspended himself in the sea of light, closing his eyes to feel for a few seconds before opening them.

"All-Purpose Eye."

His pupils instantly turned pale gold, countless intricate runes circulating in the depths of his eyes.

Under normal circumstances, the All-Purpose Eye consumes a tremendous amount of spiritual power and calculation power. Even Jeming, as a Fifth Level Wizard, couldn’t sustain it for long, and its detection range was quite limited.

But now...

A flash of golden light appeared at the center of his brow, and the Fate System operated at full capacity.

A massive amount of calculation power poured into the All-Purpose Eye, instantly diluting that original terrifying consumption to negligible levels.

Jeming immediately felt his vision change.

He no longer saw the sea of pure white light but countless tiny elemental particles.

Fire, Wind, Water, Earth, the four basic elements were distributed in an extremely even proportion around him.

They were independent, not interfering with one another, floating in a state of near-perfect balance.

It was precisely this balance that caused all wavelengths of light to superimpose, creating pure white.

"Interesting..."

Jeming murmured, his gaze continuing to delve deeper.

Then he discovered a problem.

"Something’s wrong."

He furrowed his brow.

If all the elements were distributed evenly in a free state, where did "space" go?

Space is composed of Wind Element.

Normally, Wind Element would arrange itself in a certain pattern, forming a three-dimensional space structure.

But now, these Wind Elements were evenly distributed, not forming any structure at all.

In other words...

"There’s no space inside this plane?"

Jeming was astounded by his own conjecture.

"Then, what’s the environment I’m currently in?!"

He immediately marshaled more calculation power, delving into an analysis of the surrounding elemental states.

Minutes later, an even more startling discovery surfaced.

It’s not just space.

Time doesn’t exist either.

Time is composed of Water Element, but those Water Elements were also evenly distributed, showing no signs of flow.

"No space, no time..."

Jeming fell into contemplation.

Then how were the "position," "distance," and "movement" he sensed happening?

He closed his eyes, carefully sensing his own state.

After a moment, he opened them, a hint of realization flashing through his eyes.

"It’s my own information."

The spatial sense he perceived was actually subconscious information inherent in his own soul.

Accustomed to a three-dimensional world mindset, when interacting with the surrounding elements, he unconsciously influenced the Wind Elements, prompting them to temporarily construct a "space" structure to accommodate his perception.

Similarly, his sensation of time’s passing was also temporarily constructed by Water Elements.

In other words...

In this plane, as long as there’s information, anything can be achieved.

Jeming willed some changes in his mind.

He attempted to construct an image of a land in his mind: brown soil, solid ground, distant sky.

The surrounding white light began to fluctuate dramatically.

Immediately, land truly appeared beneath his feet.

The land unfolded from nothing, rapidly extending to the surroundings.

Standing upon it, Jeming could clearly feel the solid sensation beneath his feet, even smell the scent of soil.

But the land ceased to spread beyond approximately a hundred kilometers.

At the edge, the white light and land fiercely clashed, ultimately reaching a stalemate.

Jeming recognized it as the limits of his calculation power and spiritual power.

Maintaining such a vast expanse of land required continuous output of information.

What he could accomplish now was just that.

With another willful thought, the land beneath rapidly receded, reverting to a sea of pure white.

Jeming took a deep breath.

Finally understanding the essence of this plane.

"Earlier those cannon fodder units took so long to encounter enemies not because of distance."

"In this plane, distance is meaningless."

What truly determines "near" or "far" is information.

The more information, the easier it is for indigenous people to perceive.

The more similar the information structure, the easier it is to "get close" to them.

Those cannon fodder units carried too little information when they first entered, failing to attract the native inhabitants’ attention at all.

Fortunately, the cannon fodder units kept connecting continuously with the wizards outside, equivalent to constant influx of external information.

As they existed within the plane for a while, constantly generating new information, they gradually "closed" the distance with indigenous people.

"No wonder."

Jeming recalled the previous behavior of the indigenous people’s counter-invasions.

He had once thought their successive attacks in a short time were part of some conspiracy.

But now it seemed likely just a simple result of the external information accumulation efficiency being similar.

Only when the information gathered by these destructible units reached a certain threshold did they capture signal frequencies and follow the connections in.

Understanding this, a slight smile played at the corner of Jeming’s lips.

"Thus in this plane, moving doesn’t require painstaking flight at all."

He closed his eyes, beginning to actively adjust his own information.

Recalling various information encountered during previous information warfare, he attempted aligning his information structure closer to the indigenous people.

White light around began distorting.

A subtle connection, faintly perceptible, emerged in the depths of his consciousness.

Jeming opened his eyes, gazing in a certain direction.

Something was "approaching" from there.

He laughed.

"Found you."

(Addendum, one more Chapter.)