Chapter 557: Chang Wei

Jie Ming returned to the temporary laboratory. The moment he closed the door, he let out a long breath.

Thrilling.

Just now, with thirteen natives surrounding him simultaneously, the defense of the Return-to-Void Armor was fleeting.

If not for the Fate System being strong enough, he really might have fallen in there today.

But it was worth it.

He walked to the experimental bench and sat down, raising his hand to swipe through the air, causing dozens of light screens to unfold at once.

They were densely packed with the data collected just now: combat processes, information fragments, spell operation logs—everything was there. Jie Ming's gaze swept over the data, finally fixing on the failed records of the Causality Tracing Art.

Previously, he had used the Causality Tracing Art on a total of three information organisms, but except for the first one, he had basically used it several times on the subsequent ones.

Counting it up, he had released the Causality Tracing Art a total of seven times, and each time there was a different reason for failure.

Jie Ming stared at these seven reasons for failure, a smile actually curling at the corner of his mouth.

Interesting.

If the Causality Tracing Art were completely ineffective against these information organisms, the reasons for failure should all be the same.

For example, "Target is immune to this type of spell" or "Cannot lock onto the information layer."

But these seven failures all had different reasons.

What does this explain?

It explains that the direction is correct.

It's just that the method hasn't been found yet.

It's like picking a lock; the key is wrong, but the lock cylinder can indeed turn.

As long as he keeps trying, he will eventually find the right key.

Jie Ming leaned back in his chair and began to organize all the intelligence he had gathered over these days.

Judging from the information shared by the expeditionary force, those information organisms showed an "indifferent" attitude toward almost all methods. Combat didn't matter, retreating didn't matter, being killed didn't matter—after all, they weren't really being killed, so what was there to fear?

"Huh? That's not right!"

Jie Ming suddenly realized something; there was one exception.

The Poison of Incense.

Jie Ming clearly remembered that when he sent the Poison of Incense through the spiritual channel, the reaction on the other side was abnormally intense.

It felt like a physiological level of disgust.

No, that's not right; information organisms don't have physiology.

Then it must be "intense rejection at the information level."

"Why was the Poison of Incense effective?"

Jie Ming frowned and began to think deeply.

The essence of the Poison of Incense is the evil thoughts, obsessions, and grievances of billions of living beings... a pile of disorganized, trash information.

In terms of information complexity, it is not more advanced than the information flow impacts unleashed by those information organisms.

In terms of aggression, this thing is also inferior to Gang Sha Qi.

The Poison of Incense is mostly passive pollution and lacks active destructive power.

But when those information organisms touched it, it was like humans touching concentrated sulfuric acid.

"Is it the specificity of the material itself, or did some characteristic within the material take effect..."

Several thoughts flashed through Jie Ming's mind.

After thinking for a moment, he delved his consciousness into his internal Cave Heaven and began to rummage through the warehouse.

Dust Qi, Power of Incense, Gang Sha Qi, Power of Faith, Crystals of Vows, Demon Spirit Fragments...

Over a dozen items were neatly arranged there; these were all materials he had specifically prepared beforehand.

Some were conceptual materials from the Cultivation World, while others were special materials from the Wizarding World.

Jie Ming's consciousness swept over these materials, his eyes flashing with excitement.

"I can try to verify this."

He took out a portion of each material and began to prepare at the experimental bench.

One day later.

Jie Ming stood once again before that massive black rift.

There were quite a few wizards busy nearby, and seeing Jie Ming appear, no one asked any questions.

People had been coming in and out to probe over the past few days, and everyone was used to it.

Jie Ming took a deep breath, his figure flashed, and he passed directly through the rift.

The pure white sea of light submerged him once again.

This time, the moment he entered, he sensed something was wrong.

The information flow around him was surging.

This meant that a steady stream of natives was rapidly approaching him!

It seemed that the total annihilation of the thirteen from last time had completely enraged the other side.

Now, as soon as Jie Ming entered, he would be locked onto immediately.

Jie Ming immediately braced himself, ready to withdraw at any moment.

He hovered in the sea of light, his gaze scanning the surroundings.

They were coming.

The first batch of over thirty natives emerged from all directions, their outer energy surging wildly to form a tight encirclement.

They did not attack immediately, but locked onto Jie Ming tightly, as if waiting for some signal.

"Thirty of them? Looks like my luck is good!"

Jie Ming raised his right hand, and over twenty clusters of objects of various colors flew out simultaneously.

The twenty-plus clusters of materials collided with the twenty-plus natives.

Half of the materials were decomposed and annihilated by the chaotic information flow in mid-air before they even got close.

The information defenses of those natives are at an instinctual level; any foreign object attempting to approach will be automatically analyzed and destroyed.

But the other half hit their targets.

Among them, the natives had special reactions to five types of materials, while the remaining materials dissipated quickly.

However, the most intense reaction was still to the Poison of Incense.

Jie Ming saw with his own eyes that a native hit by the Poison of Incense had its outer energy fluctuate wildly in an instant, and its internal information core twitched violently. Then, with a "bang," it exploded directly.

It wasn't death, but a violent reaction at the level of "self-detonation."

The scattered Poison of Incense splashed onto the nearby natives, who also began to twitch, and the formation was instantly thrown into chaos.

Jie Ming finally understood what kind of reaction information organisms had when they encountered the Poison of Incense.

But he didn't have time to observe slowly.

The remaining natives had reacted and began to attack wildly.

Even more terrifying was that Jie Ming could sense more and even more horrific information fluctuations rapidly "approaching."

The main force was coming.

Jie Ming did not hesitate and turned to retreat.

As he retreated, he frantically adjusted his information structure to lower his presence to the minimum.

The natives behind him tried to pursue, but their formation had been disrupted by the Poison of Incense, making it impossible to organize an effective encirclement.

The rift was right ahead.

Jie Ming took a step out, the pure white faded, and before him was the familiar wasteland of the ship plane.

Then he heard a piercing alarm.

The entire ship plane entered a combat state the moment he came out.

In the distance, dozens of massive pillars of light rose from the ground, the sign that the defensive arrays were operating at full capacity.

In the sky, countless wizards ascended, staring fixedly at the rift.

At the rift, pure white light surged violently, and immediately after, a sharp corner suddenly protruded from the originally regular and rounded plane—those natives had chased him out!

But as soon as they poked their heads out, they were blasted back by the prepared defensive arrays.

Dozens of light pillars locked onto the rift exit simultaneously, and a massive amount of elemental energy poured out, forcibly blocking the natives who were trying to rush out within the plane.

The battle lasted less than three minutes.

Seeing they couldn't rush out, the natives decisively abandoned the attack and shrank back into the information plane.

The alarm gradually subsided.

Jie Ming stood where he was, watching the light pillars slowly dim, and secretly let out a sigh of relief.

That was close.

If he hadn't run fast, he really would have been done for in there.

(I have something to do tomorrow, so I'm taking a day off in advance.)