activa-t Chapter 534: Body and World in Harmony and One Lineage?
Chapter 534: Body and World in Harmony and One Lineage?
Chapter 534: Body and World in Harmony and Lineage?
Two days later.
Above the surface, the light of the Ultra Wide Area Transmutation Array had already covered the entire plane.
Silvery-white light rose from all parts of the earth, weaving into a giant net that covered the heavens and the earth, arbitrarily manipulating the elements of the entire plane.
Deep underground, the spirit-activating array, spanning thousands of miles, quietly activated under the cover of the earth-shattering commotion on the surface.
A soft white light emanated from every line of the magic array, initially faint as a firefly, then growing brighter and brighter until it finally converged into a pillar of light shooting straight up to the dome.
Clark hovered above the core of the magic circle, his hands pressed down, his sparse hair swaying gently in the turbulent energy flow.
His mental power, like invisible tentacles, probed into the operating ultra-wide-area transmutation array on the ground, forcefully taking over more than half of its control!
"It's starting." His voice was calm, yet clearly reached Jemin and Viola's ears.
On the surface, the transmutation array that was launching an attack on the allied camp suddenly diverted half of its power.
These forces are frantically drawing matter and energy from all parts of the plane, continuously transmitting them to the depths of the earth and into this spirit-awakening array!
Jemin and Viola stood at the control node at the edge of the Spirit Awakening Array, their hands resting on the rune platform in front of them, their mental energy connected to the array.
They could clearly sense that a massive amount of matter and energy was flowing into the core of the magic array.
Under Clark's meticulous manipulation, those substances and energies were decomposed, recombined, and transformed into something more essential, gentler, and more suitable as "soul nourishment."
Those things are slowly gathering together.
At first, it was as thin as fog, then it became thicker and more solid.
They rotated, intertwined, and merged at the core of the magic circle, gradually outlining a blurry silhouette.
That was the prototype of the "soul".
More accurately, it is the outer shell of the soul.
Inside this shell, a faint, flickering light, like a candle burning in the wind, was struggling to ignite.
That is spirituality.
Belonging to a plane of existence, a nascent spirituality.
Jemin and Viola dared not slacken in the slightest. They used all their mental energy to manipulate the Spirit Awakening Array, carefully wrapping, nourishing, and guiding the faint spiritual energy, allowing it to establish a connection with the forming soul shell.
Time passed by, second by second.
Finally, with their combined efforts, the spiritual energy stabilized.
But what followed was a problem that the two had anticipated, yet still made their hearts sink.
That spiritual essence—shattered into pieces.
Like a shattered mirror, it barely maintains its overall shape, but its interior is riddled with cracks.
Those cracks correspond to the fragmentation of this plane itself—the wounds left by the rough patching together of more than a dozen abandoned planes are now all reflected in this nascent spirituality.
Worse still, according to the normal process of the Awakening Technique, what follows is an extremely long "spiritual incubation" phase.
This nascent spirituality needs to slowly grow, integrate, and develop true self-awareness within the outer shell of the soul.
This process will take at least several hundred years.
If it's a plane of this size, this timeframe could potentially extend to tens of thousands of years.
In terms of the final results, the time required is not long.
The problem is, they don't have that much time right now!
The war in the outside world has reached its final stage.
"Mentor," Jemin began, his voice filled with barely suppressed anxiety, "the soul foundation is complete, but the spirituality cannot be integrated, and time—"
Before he could finish speaking, a gray-white figure landed beside them.
Clark had somehow released his control over the surface transmutation circle and appeared behind the two of them.
Looking at the fragmented spiritual energy at the core of the magic array, he showed no disappointment whatsoever. Instead, he nodded slightly, a satisfied smile appearing on his lips.
"Very good," he said. "Just as expected."
Jemin and Viola exchanged a glance, both seeing the confusion in each other's eyes.
Clark didn't elaborate.
He simply raised his hand, palm up.
A black substance slowly emerged from his palm.
That thing—it's hard to describe in words.
It is like a flowing shadow, or like solidified darkness.
Without a fixed shape, it constantly wriggles, twists, and changes in Clark's palm, yet always maintains a roughly unchanged outline.
It exudes a subtle, unsettling aura, as if it were an entity from another dimension, forcibly inserted into this world.
Jemin stared at the thing for a moment, then frowned.
A strange sense of familiarity.
It wasn't the kind of familiarity you get from "seeing something similar before," but a deeper familiarity, as if it were etched into the depths of your memory.
But he searched through his memories, racking up every image he could recall, yet he couldn't find anything that corresponded to this thing.
"Does it look familiar?" Clark noticed his expression and smiled faintly. "You have indeed seen it before."
Jemin was taken aback.
"Do you remember?" Clark said, "the senior you met back when you were still at Noren 13 Academy—the one who came down from the Shadow Dimension."
Upon hearing this, Jieming's pupils suddenly contracted.
The Shadow Plane.
Senior.
Those long-buried memories surged forth like a flood bursting its banks—
During his years at Norren Academy 13, he was constantly battling a bizarre plane known as the "Shadow Plane."
Countless wizards were sent to the front lines, and countless of them never returned.
Those "veterans" who were fortunate enough to retire from the front lines were given a rare leave opportunity after serving for five years.
They returned to the college to assist with admissions and served as living role models, inspiring those who came after them.
Jemin remembers it very clearly.
What impressed him most at the time was a "super genius" who rose from a first-level official wizard to a fifth-level wizard in just five years.
The speed of his promotion was unbelievable, making countless people envious.
But he found out later.
Such "geniuses" are more unlucky than lucky.
In interdimensional wars with other civilizations, many wizards have their souls corrupted, memories altered, or even directly possessed by local natives using special methods.
Those "geniuses" who rise rapidly are often victims whose souls have been altered by a massive amount of information, and who have been possessed by it.
They were no longer themselves, but became vessels for the Shadow Indigenous to escape that dimension.
"That's right." Clark's voice pulled him back to reality. "This thing is the one that tried to escape by possessing another body."
He tossed the writhing shadow in his hand, his tone as calm as if he were introducing an ordinary object: "This thing is also the ruler of that plane. However, due to the special nature of the Shadow Plane, its form of existence is rather unique—strictly speaking, it's a combination of half a living being and half a plane. I wiped away all its remaining consciousness, leaving only its most basic instinctive spirituality."
Jemin stared blankly at the shadow, and the broken threads in his mind finally began to connect.
He abruptly looked up at the fragmented dimensional spirit at the core of the magic circle, then at the writhing shadow in Clark's hand: "Master, you mean—"
"Use its spirituality to replace the spirituality that should have been born," Clark continued, his tone still calm. "In this way, not only can those fragmented souls be integrated, but the long process of nurturing spirituality can also be skipped."
Viola listened intently, her brow furrowed. Staring at the shadowy mass, she hesitated before speaking, "Can it really succeed that easily? No matter how much consciousness is erased from this thing, it's still essentially an external entity. Is using it as a core compatible with the spiritual nature of this surface itself?"
Clark glanced at her, a slight smile playing on his lips. "This is no simple matter."
He twirled the shadowy mass in his hand, a rare hint of pride in his voice: "I've been researching this modification technique for several years. And as the raw material for the spiritual core," there's only this one—once it's used up, there won't be any more."
After a moment of silence, Jemin raised another question: "Even so—no matter how much consciousness is erased from this thing, it is still just instinctive spirituality, right?"
"Without true intelligence, even if it successfully merges with other elements, will it truly possess combat capabilities?"
Clark looked at him, the smile on his lips deepening.
That smile made Jemin's heart skip a beat.
It looks so familiar, like I've seen it somewhere before.
Clark did not answer.
He simply turned around and walked back towards the core of the magic array.
He gently tossed the writhing shadow up, and it landed in the fragmented dimensional spirit at the center of the magic circle.
next moment.
The light from the magic circle suddenly surged!
Jemin and Viola both narrowed their eyes, but dared not relax their mental focus in the slightest.
They could clearly sense that the moment the shadow entered the spiritual core, it was like a spark thrown into dry wood, quickly igniting everything around it!
Those shattered fragments of spirituality, those newly formed outer shells of the soul, seemed to be drawn by some irresistible force, frantically converging towards that shadow!
They swirl and intertwine, merging together, like countless streams flowing into the sea, until finally—
At the core of the magic circle, a completely new and complete, yet somewhat eerie, soul was formed.
It is eerie because, although it is complete, it is empty.
There was no fluctuation of consciousness.
There was no intelligent response.
It is merely an empty shell of a soul.
It possesses a complete structure and immense spirituality, yet lacks a true "self".
Before Jemin and Viola could even ask a question, they saw Clark make a move that made their hearts stop—
He stepped into the teleportation array at the edge of the magic circle's core.
It was a tiny teleportation array, barely big enough for one person to stand in, and Jemin hadn't even noticed its existence before.
At that moment, as Clark stepped in, the array instantly lit up, and a silvery-white light enveloped his entire body.
Then, Clark's figure disappeared from the spot.
At the same time, a light screen next to it lit up automatically, displaying the scene deep inside the core of the magic array.
There, within that newly formed, empty soul, a gray-white figure was slowly emerging.
It was Clark.
He went straight into the deepest part of the soul.
Then, to the astonishment and speechlessness of Jemin and Viola, his mental power surged forth like a flood, spreading wildly through every meridian of his soul!
He was in ————
"The old man—" Viola gasped as she spoke, "He's replacing this soul—"
Jemin snapped to attention and almost instinctively lunged towards the rune platform in front of him: "Support him! Quick!"
The two simultaneously pushed their mental power to the limit, struggling to manipulate the Spirit Awakening Array to help Clark's mental power establish a connection with the soul of this newly born empty plane!
With my nerves on edge, I lost track of how much time had passed.
Finally, at some point, Jemin felt a sudden blur before his eyes.
It was an incredibly wonderful experience.
He was still standing on the edge of the spirit-activating array underground, his hands still pressed on the rune platform, but his vision seemed to penetrate through layers of rock and the energy storm that was still raging on the surface, and he could see directly into the entire plane!
He saw the devastating sea ravaged by the antimatter surge.
He saw a dark, inky torrent of death energy rising from the depths of the Chaos Cult camp.
Every struggling wizard, every crumbling fortress, every force tearing space apart—
He saw everything on the battlefield!
Jemin knew that Clark had succeeded.
Clark, through his own will, became the core consciousness of this activated plane.
At this moment, he was using the "permissions" he had just acquired to transmit everything he perceived directly into the minds of Jemin and Viola.
Just then, the death energy of the Chaos Cult shot outwards from the plane.
Jemin stared at it, unable to contain his amazement.
This thing already has a certain "conceptual prototype".
It is not just energy, not just emotion, but something deeper—a utilization of the concept of "death".
In a sense, it is the prototype of conceptual material.
Then he saw the mass of death energy stop.
It just floated quietly in mid-air, like a piece of frozen amber.
At the same moment, the antimatter frenzy that was still exploding wildly also stopped.
All the explosions, all the shocks, all the spreading destructive energy—
Everything, in that same instant, froze like a sculpture.
That was made by Clark.
He used the power of the entire plane, as easily as an ordinary person controlling a muscle in their arm, to simultaneously suppress two beings capable of destroying the world!
Feeling the power approaching level eight, Jemin suddenly understood.
Now I understand why Clark's smile just now felt so familiar.
He turned his head sharply and looked at Viola beside him.
Viola was staring intently at the light screen, her silver-gray eyes filled with a complex mix of shock and realization.
Jemin remembered.
He had seen the same smile on Viola's face before.
That was back in the Frostfire Plane. It was when she used the feedback from the Living Plane to forcibly jump from level three to level six in three consecutive leaps.
As the game was about to begin, Viola showed that special smile.
And now, he saw the same thing on Clark's face.
However, Viola initially utilized an existing living dimension.
Clark—he became that dimension himself.
After a long silence, Jemin finally managed to utter only one sentence: "Hiss—what is this—a lineage?"
He paused, looking at the grayish-white figure on the light screen, then at Viola beside him with a complex expression, and added softly, "It seems—but that's not right either?"
Viola did not answer.
But Jemin clearly saw that the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.
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