Chapter 276

Dionysius Spencer closed the light screen showing Jie Ming, leaned lazily on a seat made of pure energy, and played with a transparent force field sphere in his hand.

Inside the sphere, a miniature figure was roaring silently; it was the Blade God he had captured alive.

Only at this moment, this Holy God, who was once high and mighty, was struggling in vain like a fly trapped in amber.

Dionysius Spencer's gaze pierced through the force field, directly reading the deepest memory fragments of the Blade God's soul—those ancient secrets sealed by time, which even the Blade God himself might have blurred, were displayed before him one by one.

Having spent so many years, Dionysius Spencer had finally found what he wanted.

The scene was reconstructed in his consciousness: countless years ago, the World Lord of the airspace plane fought with the World Lord of the Sacred Continent who had crossed through the spatial gate.

The battle between the two Tier 7 existences was earth-shattering, and the plane was shaken.

Just as the airspace plane's World Lord was about to be defeated and fall, the four "subordinate gods" who followed the Sacred Continent's World Lord launched a despicable surprise attack on their master!

They wanted to be the fisherman who benefited, but they severely underestimated the terror of the World Lord; even though he was already at the end of his tether, the Sacred Continent's World Lord's casual counterattack still left the four of them instantly severely injured and dying.

However, this sudden betrayal gave the airspace plane's World Lord a chance.

He seized this fleeting opportunity and detonated his own and his opponent's origin core. Ultimately, the two Tier 7 existences perished together.

But could an existence at the World Lord level be so easily annihilated completely?

At the final moment, the Sacred Continent's World Lord decomposed everything he had left—will, flesh, soul, laws—completely, turning into this white mist that permeated the entire plane.

This was an extremely clever life-saving means; theoretically, as long as these "mists" representing the origin could return to the Sacred Continent where they were born and absorb the power of the world's origin, they could slowly reshape the divine body and be resurrected again.

The four severely injured "subordinate gods" sensed the vitality and return trend contained in the white mist and were terrified.

They knew deeply that once this master was resurrected, what awaited them would be a reckoning more terrifying than death.

Thus, they fled back to the Sacred Continent in a panic and forcibly closed the World Gate, interrupting the return path of the white mist.

Thus, the resurrection program of the Sacred Continent's World Lord was forcibly interrupted and stuck halfway.

However, misfortune often hides in good fortune, and this turn of events brought unexpected results—this existence that turned into white mist, in the long years, unconsciously and continuously fused with the origin scattered after the airspace plane's World Lord fell, as well as the free energy of the entire airspace plane!

It became larger and larger, more and more condensed, and its essence was even slowly evolving toward a higher level—Tier 8!

But because it was a chaotic aggregate of the origins of two Tier 7 existences mixed together, and had lost its leading consciousness, the soul essence could not be unified, causing it to be unable to truly cross that chasm and achieve a complete Tier 8.

It can be said that this white mist, which shrouded two planes and seemed harmless, was essentially an extremely special chaotic creature that could be called "half-step Tier 8"!

When Dionysius Spencer accidentally discovered the airspace plane and perceived the abnormality of this white mist, he immediately realized its unparalleled value.

For him, a Tier 7 Wizard, the research significance of a creature that was trying to advance to Tier 8, and whose process was completely "frozen" halfway, even exceeded that of a complete Tier 8 existence.

This meant he could dissect it like a specimen, clearly observing and analyzing the complete leap process from Tier 7 to Tier 8.

Every bit of information regarding the evolution of laws, condensation of energy, and sublimation of will was precious.

Thus, he planned and led this expedition; opening the spatial gate and conquering the Sacred Continent were not for those few resources.

The true purpose was to create an environment.

To allow this white mist, representing the origin of the "half-step Tier 8" creature, to spread to the entire Sacred Continent without obstruction.

Simulating its originally set "return" path, thereby stimulating its evolutionary process, allowing him to observe and study this miracle completely.

"Truly pathetic and ridiculous." Dionysius Spencer withdrew his gaze from the memory and looked mockingly at the Blade God still struggling in vain in the force field sphere, "Betrayed for power, and self-sealed due to fear; tens of thousands of years have passed, and even old wounds haven't healed; truly—————trash."

He casually threw the sealing sphere aside, letting it float in the starlight.

At the current stage, everything was progressing smoothly.

The white mist was spreading according to plan, and research data was coming in continuously.

As for the other three Tier 4 Wizards capturing the gods, with their means, it would take a long time to dig out ancient secrets of the same level from those broken souls, so they were not worth worrying about.

The small episode on Jie Ming's side had also been resolved; the white mist that the little guy collected would be considered the "reward" for borrowing his fate trajectory, and the ripples of fate had already subsided.

Now, the only remaining doubt that made him slightly concerned—

"Those four 'foreign worlds' conquered by the Holy Servants——" Dionysius Spencer's gaze cast toward the distance, as if piercing through layers of space, falling on that "World Gate" that could not be located temporarily.

He had checked carefully; the World Gate of the Sacred Continent itself did not possess the function of actively connecting to other planes.

The Blade God's memory also confirmed that when their World Lord created this gate, he did not grant it this ability.

"So, it wasn't the gate that connected to them, but they—actively connected to the gate." A cold, sharp light flashed in Dionysius Spencer's eyes.

Four planes, in the same time period, acting in unison, actively connecting to a closed plane that was not extremely rich in resources?

Moreover, judging from the Blade God's memory, those four worlds were resource-poor, so much so that these four "gods" had been unable to restore their peak strength for so many years.

This mode did not look like plunder, but more like establishing an outpost?

Or rather, a transit station!

"Collective action, clear goals, organized behavior—" Dionysius Spencer's fingertips tapped lightly on the armrest of the energy seat, emitting a silent rhythm, "It seems that some bugs who don't know life from death have smelled something and want to—do some small tricks under the nose of the wizard civilization."

A grim and cold smile appeared on his face.

For the potential threats hidden in deeper layers, he never minded speculating with the worst malice.

"Since that's the case, it's necessary to report this 'accidental discovery' to the 'above'."

While he made up his mind, an invisible message, encrypted to the extreme, had already crossed the endless void with his will, transmitting toward the power core of the Star Ring Federation.

The conquest of the Sacred Continent and the airspace plane entered the finishing stage.

Large-scale war had ended, and what remained were mostly trivial tasks such as resource inventory, slave placement, and establishing long-term ruling order.

For Jie Ming, the harvest of this trip had already far exceeded expectations, and there was little significance in continuing to stay.

Although these two planes could still unearth considerable value, for Jie Ming, who sat on the cash cow of the "Self-Stabilizing Field Regulation Agreement," those scattered resources and gains could no longer move him.

An annual stable income of over 100 million military merits gave him the freedom of choice, without needing to spend effort on some "scraps."

The management at the end of the plane war was relatively loose, and the coming and going of personnel were also freer.

Jie Ming's quiet departure did not stir up the slightest ripple in the still-bustling expeditionary force camp.

Like a water droplet dripping into the sea, he returned to the Golden Garden located in the Elosia plane through the cross-plane teleportation network silently.

After being away for more than eighty years, his laboratory was still operating well.

The maintenance puppets faithfully executed all the instructions he set before leaving, maintaining the magic array, taking care of the garden, and various research projects were also in a frozen state waiting to be started.

Jie Ming checked quickly, confirmed that everything was fine, did not stay long, and stepped into the world that belonged entirely to him—the Purgatory Sulfur plane—through the private teleportation gate set up in the tower.

The familiar hot wind carrying the pungent smell of sulfur hit his face.

Eighty-plus years of time was just a flick of a finger for a plane.

Looking around, the crimson earth, the rolling magma river, and the twisted sulfur crystal jungle scene were almost identical to when he left.

Even in the incubation pool he specially arranged, those few chaos crystals that served as the core of the black giants had only changed from a dormant state to emitting a faint ghostly light.

Jie Ming checked carefully and sighed helplessly: "Only completed the most preliminary energy infiltration—the distance to true incubation and formation is still indefinitely distant."

But Jie Ming also knew very clearly that under the condition of limited energy supply, the cultivation of war weapons like black giants was destined to be a long process.

Briefly taking stock of the pending items he had accumulated, Jie Ming couldn't help but feel a "happy trouble."

There were too many things that required his personal attention: installing the planned Tier 7 large elemental pool for the Purgatory Sulfur plane, deeply studying the numerous rare biological samples and unique materials brought back from the two conquered planes, analyzing the essence of the mysterious and powerful "white mist," optimizing the design of the black giants based on new insights, improving his own combat system, designing and mass-producing new reconnaissance-type cannon fodder units.

Originally, he felt that the regular rest period of two hundred years was quite long, but compared with this list he had listed, it suddenly seemed stretched, and even a bit "short."

Jie Ming couldn't help but smile, realizing that his concept of time had indeed been reshaped by the long wizard career unknowingly; two hundred years is an unreachable long time in the eyes of mortals, but in his view now, it needs to be calculated carefully.