Chapter 550: Probing

Jie Ming sat on the chair he had made with alchemy, his gaze crossing over those wizards who were discussing forming teams, and landing on the massive crack in the sky. The pure white plane hung there quietly, dead, regular, perfect.

"Relying on these intelligence analyses is meaningless; first... probe a wave personally."

Jie Ming's consciousness sank into the internal cave heaven.

Inside the cave heaven, five hundred Black Giant priests sat around the relay station of the Incense God Dao, on standby at all times.

Jie Ming's intent swept over, precisely locking onto ten individuals with the strongest computing power, and began to mobilize the connection authority of the altar.

【Target Selected】

【Fate System Connecting...】

【Connection Complete】

Sensing the changes in themselves, the ten Black Giant priests opened their eyes simultaneously.

Immediately following, hidden spiritual connections extended from between their brows, passing through the barrier of the internal cave heaven, and completing the docking with the channel of the Fate system in Jie Ming's mind.

"I have also mounted the channel of the Fate system for you," Jie Ming's voice sounded in their consciousness. "When necessary, I will help you process data."

The ten priests nodded simultaneously.

Jie Ming released various spells, precisely landing on each priest.

Visual sharing, energy fluctuation synchronization, perception feedback...

Ensuring that he could "empathize" directly with the Black Giant priests later.

"Go, open the way for me."

Ten black figures shot into the sky.

At the same time, countless rays of light lit up everywhere in the Ship Plane.

Other wizards were not idle either.

All kinds of cannon fodder units were released—elemental creatures, puppet creations, summoned beasts, and even several wizards directly split part of their spiritual sense to condense into temporary clones.

Everyone wanted to be the first to figure out the bottom line of this strange plane.

Jie Ming withdrew his gaze and looked down at the wasteland under his feet.

He squatted down and pressed his palm against the ground.

Alchemy was activated, the soil surged and shaped.

Within just a few minutes, a simple laboratory covering several hundred square meters rose from the ground.

Jie Ming sat before the experimental table and drew a line in the air.

Ten light screens unfolded simultaneously, each corresponding to the perspective of a Black Giant priest.

In the image, the ten black figures had already left the crack in the sky and were approaching the edge of the information plane.

They didn't swarm in all at once.

The priest leading them paused, looked back at its companions, and then moved forward alone.

It was the one with the strongest computing power among these ten priests, its soul core's processing capability being 30% higher than the other nine.

Jie Ming, through its perspective, watched that crack getting closer and closer.

On the other side of the crack, pure white light flowed gently, looking harmless to humans and animals.

The Black Giant priest reached out its hand.

Its fingertip touched the plane barrier...

Jie Ming's brows lifted slightly.

Through the perception transmitted back by the spell, he could clearly feel that it was completely different from the "hitting a wall" isolation feeling of other planes. The information plane clearly had such a distinct boundary with the surrounding endless chaotic void, but the barrier felt almost no resistance when touched, like a thin layer of light curtain that could be passed through with a stretch of the hand.

The Black Giant priest did not hesitate.

It leaned its whole body forward, passing through the barrier.

And then, Jie Ming clearly felt that impact.

That was an information turbulence.

An overwhelming information turbulence.

The moment the priest's soul core completely entered the information plane, massive amounts of information surged from all directions, frantically impacting its consciousness.

Those pieces of information had no fixed form; clearly there were no words, images, or sounds, but they could transmit pure "information" through special elemental vibrations, like countless needles piercing the brain simultaneously.

The Black Giant priest's computing power operated frantically, but it still couldn't hold on.

Its consciousness began to blur, its thinking began to confuse...

And then Jie Ming took action.

The Fate system operated at full power.

Jie Ming only felt that the system core he had just built was instantly activated, and the information processing network formed by the convergence of billions of believer belief flows operated frantically, connecting, parsing, and diverting all that overwhelming information turbulence.

The Black Giant priest's consciousness became clear again.

It stood inside the information plane, looked back at the crack behind it, and then looked down at its own hands, astonishment appearing in its eyes.

Jie Ming, however, frowned.

He stared at the string of data on the monitoring light screen, analyzing quickly in his heart.

The good news was that the probing just now put his heart at ease: that automatic attack didn't count him, who was connected at the back, in. The information amount carried by the Fate system's connection channel itself was counted, but he—or rather, the computing power he transmitted through the Fate system—was not perceived by the enemy.

This meant he didn't have to worry about his Purgatory Sulfur Plane being counted into the total information amount because of its connection with him when he probed personally later.

But what truly made Jie Ming frown was the essence of those information turbulences.

He had just analyzed a wave of these pieces of information through the Fate system.

Jie Ming fell into deep thought.

From the analysis results, if it were just this degree of information impact, the wizards who were defeated shouldn't be in that "silenced" state. The essence of silence was "all output ports blocked," but thinking was still active.

And the attack logic of this kind of information turbulence was "crushing the target's processing capability with massive information"—if the target couldn't hold on, it should directly fall into a coma or even have its spiritual sea collapse, rather than being like this now, with thinking active but unable to output to the outside.

"No wonder Mentor Martin said the specific principles couldn't be analyzed."

Jie Ming looked up at the other light screens.

Those Black Giant priests hadn't entered the plane yet, waiting for orders outside the crack.

As for the cannon fodder units of those other wizards...

Jie Ming noticed that several wizards had deliberately let their cannon fodder units "fall into the trap."

Those elemental creatures and puppets lost control the moment they entered the information plane, floating straight in the pure white light sea, but the energy cores inside their bodies were still running.

Those few wizards were using various means to detect remotely, attempting to parse the specific process of the attack.

But judging from their tightly furrowed brows, they probably hadn't discovered anything either.

But this was also normal; after all, Mentor Martin must have tried this method too, and since he didn't find the reason, it meant some things wouldn't be clear without experiencing them personally.

Jie Ming withdrew his gaze and looked at the nine Black Giant priests waiting outside the crack.

"You guys go in too."

He gave the order.

The remaining nine black figures did not hesitate, passing through the crack simultaneously.

Jie Ming leaned back in his chair, his gaze sweeping over all the light screens.

Ten Black Giant priests had already dispersed, moving slowly toward the depths of that pure white light sea.

The light around them was eerily gentle, without any sense of direction, as if they were in an infinitely extending white void.

And behind them, light still flickered continuously at the crack—those were the cannon fodder units of other wizards, pouring in batch after batch. ===== CHAPTER 551 =====