Cultivating in the Wizard World

Time has flown by, and a few months have passed.

Jeming stared at the crystal bottle in front of him.

Inside the bottle, three drops of pale golden liquid quietly floated.

Each drop was only the size of a normal raindrop, but the sense of presence it emitted was stronger than a small Elemental Pool.

Those dense golden threads extended from the droplets, faintly visible through the bottle wall, as if breathing like a living creature.

Three drops of Empire Serum.

This was the result of all the Moonlight Power he had accumulated over this time.

Jeming reached out a hand, and the crystal bottle flew into his palm.

He unscrewed the cap, took out a drop without hesitation, and sent it into his mouth.

The instant the Empire Serum went down his throat, a peculiar feeling surged from the depths of his Soul.

It wasn't a feeling of warmth or coolness, but a sense of "transparency."

Like a pool of stagnant water suddenly injected with a lively spring, the entire Soul became active at that moment.

Those impurities originally settled deep within the Soul, the subtle blocks usually undetected, were being dissolved little by little, then peeled away from the Soul and expelled.

Jeming closed his eyes, sat cross-legged.

The Qi Cultivation Technique began to operate automatically under this special sensation, working in tandem with the Empire Serum's power, repeatedly cleansing every corner of the Soul.

When Jeming recovered from this feeling, he found the Empire Serum was completely consumed.

After carefully sensing his biological clock, he realized that one instant had directly passed a whole day.

Yet in his perception, it felt like just a moment of trance.

Jeming opened his eyes, took a deep breath, felt the state within his body, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

The Soul had become purer than ever before.

This purity wasn't an enhancement in intensity, but a change in "texture."

If the original Soul was like a Crystal Stone with white impurities, now his Soul was as transparent as crystal.

His thoughts became sharper, and even some problems he hadn't understood before seemed much clearer.

"However, according to the records in the Great Dao Book Pavilion, my current state is temporary. With the change of thoughts and accumulation of experiences, the Soul will soon return to its previous state."

Jeming's eyes gleamed with clarity: "But even if it's a temporary effect, it's already enough, and although the current state doesn't compare to the effect of the Entropy Brain, the advantage of the Empire Serum is it can be repeatedly manufactured..."

Jeming rose contentedly, expanding his perception.

Besides the changes in thoughts and agility, more importantly, his sensitivity to the Fate System became sharper.

The connection that originally required deliberate access now seemed instinctual.

Every operation of the Fate System, every fluctuation of the Incense Fire Divine Dao, he could clearly perceive, even faintly feel a sense of "control."

"Good stuff..."

Jeming smacked his lips, as if recalling the feeling just now.

With this thing, when advancing Cultivation Immortality levels in the future, the possible risks on the Soul level can be greatly increased, very beneficial for his advancement to the Void Refinement Realm and even the Unity Realm Stage.

He carefully stored away the remaining two drops of Empire Serum.

Though eager to test its effects on other organisms, there wasn't enough of it now for testing.

When more Moonlight Power accumulates in the future and enough Empire Serum is refined, then consider large-scale testing.

...

...

A few days later.

Jeming was in the laboratory researching the internal structural data of Melt Mountain when the Magic Network Terminal suddenly vibrated.

He looked down and saw the name contacting him, freezing for a moment.

[Viola]

Jeming raised an eyebrow, connected the communication.

A familiar face appeared on the projected screen.

Viola maintained that lazy yet playful expression, only her aura was deeper than a hundred years ago.

"Yo, junior brother." Her voice came from the other end, "Long time no see."

Jeming smiled: "Senior sister, why are you free to contact me today? Didn't Professor Clark assign you tasks?"

Viola rolled her eyes: "Don't mention it, that old guy wishes he could use me like a mule. But today I'm contacting you for serious business."

Jeming asked curiously: "What serious business?"

Viola didn't answer directly but kept a secret: "A rather surprising serious business, anyway remember to come to Nolun No. 1 Plane in five years."

Jeming raised an eyebrow: "Nolun No. 1 Plane?"

That's the earliest established Plane by Nolun Workshop, the core of the entire force.

Each time Wizards are summoned to Nolun No. 1 Plane, it almost always means a major event shaking the entire Nolun Workshop.

"Yes." Viola nodded, "At that time, Professor Clark and I will also be there."

Jeming was even more amazed.

Professor Clark will also go?

Since the last Wizard War, Professor Clark has basically stayed in the laboratory.

Unexpectedly, he would specifically make a trip this time?

"Can you reveal what it is?" Jeming probed.

Viola shook her head, face with that familiar mischievous smile: "Just remember, five years later, Nolun No. 1 Plane."

After speaking, she directly hung up the communication.

Jeming stared at the now dark screen, furrowing his brow.

Professor Clark and Viola will both go...

This is definitely not a minor event.

Thinking about it, he opened the Magic Network Terminal and sent a message to Dean Avery Knight.

[Dean, I might need to leave for a period of time in five years. I hope someone can quickly replace my teaching tasks.]

After sending the message, Jeming thought it would sink like before.

Unexpectedly, a reply came in just a few seconds.

[Avery Knight: Got it. Don't worry about the matter five years later, the academy's other professors will be back by then.]

Jeming looked at this reply, momentarily stunned.

Other professors?

Suddenly, he recalled the group of Fifth Level Wizards he had seen in the academy.

In this case, five years from now, those originally stationed academy professors will return, replacing these Elite Combat Units.

"Also related to the events five years from now..."

Jeming muttered.

Jeming sent another message.

[Do you also know about the events five years from now?]

Avery Knight's reply was swift but concise.

[I know.]

Jeming pressed further.

[Can you reveal what it is?]

After a few seconds of silence, the reply was:

[Didn't I mention before? I have a surprise for you, you'll know then.]

Jeming's mouth twitched.

Again, that line.

Mystery-mongers, get out of Wizard Civilization!

Viola won't say, Avery Knight won't say, and Professor Clark hasn't even shown up.

What's with these people?

He stared at the Magic Network Terminal for a long time, finally shaking his head in resignation.

Forget it, given how far they've gone, it must be something significant.

And it doesn't seem to be a bad thing, so when the time comes, it will naturally be revealed.

Jeming turned off the terminal and went back to processing the data on the lab table that was still unfinished.