Chapter 390: Pollution from Chaos

Corruption from the Void was spreading silently in the shadows beneath the high tower.

When Luo Yan received the message from Mo Er and returned to the Void Laboratory on the second floor of the Kelin Tower, he immediately sensed the anomaly here.

Dazzling light bloomed in the center of the laboratory; the previously weak Void No. 178 was now brighter than ever before!

Over a dozen teaching assistants, who should have been at their respective posts, were gathered without exception around that massive Void lens, whispering excitedly to one another.

"Incredible..."

"Has something like this ever happened before?"

"I'd bet not! At least I've never seen it! To think so many divine messengers could exist within a single Void simultaneously!"

"The number of perspectives is still expanding! Our Void channel is about to reach its capacity!"

"Perhaps we should merge some of them..."

"But how?"

"I don't know... but perhaps Prince Kelin will have a way."

Truth be told, Prince Kelin had no good solution either; in fact, the surprise in his heart at this very moment was no less than theirs.

Watching that incomparably dazzling Void, Luo Yan's brows lifted slightly.

He remembered that before he left, the Void lens had been only about a meter across, but now it had expanded into a massive window with a diameter exceeding five meters!

And within this window, it actually accommodated such a multitude of perspectives!

Countless different perspectives stitched together into a vast scroll; the boiling flames of war spread along the cold mirror surface, swallowing the world constructed of steel forests.

The sky-high firelight dyed the gray sky blood-red, flashes of explosions occurred one after another, and countless agile figures wove through the ruins, launching desperate charges toward those "high towers" that had once been arrogant and unyielding.

This is...

What is going on?

Luo Yan was not surprised by the changes in the Gray Man world; after all, he was the one who had orchestrated it all. It was just that he hadn't expected this change to be limited not only to the world behind the Void, but to also reverse and alter the shape of the Void channel itself.

"Mentor!"

Mo Er was the first among the researchers present to recover from the shocking scene and notice the mentor's arrival.

His face was a mix of surprise and fanaticism, as if he had witnessed a miracle with his own eyes.

Luo Yan watched him quicken his pace to reach him, speaking in an excited tone.

"Mentor! We succeeded! Everything is just as you predicted!"

"Don't rush, speak slowly. Tell me what happened." Luo Yan soothed his agitated emotions and said in a gentle tone.

Mo Er nodded hurriedly in excitement, then took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down from his agitated state.

Then, he recounted everything that had just happened to his respected mentor at a rapid pace.

From the moment the duty researcher discovered that the materialists had shot and killed the divine messenger they had chosen, to the moment they suddenly realized that time behind the Void had advanced by over twenty years...

"... We lost Jon, but every Gray Man has become Jon! Their spirits, their souls, seem to have completely merged into one at the moment of Jon's death!"

"It's incredible! We can confirm they are all independent individuals, but their spiritual frequencies are highly similar! We can clearly observe that every soul behind the Void is emitting different ripples, yet these ripples are capable of resonating with one another!!"

Luo Yan stroked his chin with interest.

"Is this situation rare?"

"Of course!" Mo Er nodded hurriedly, his longing gaze once again cast toward the Void lens not far away. "Do you know what this means? Every individual among them can communicate with each other just as we did with Jon, sharing knowledge and information!"

After listening to Mo Er's report, the interest on Luo Yan's face gradually turned into a touch of surprise, as well as heartfelt curiosity.

His plan had undoubtedly succeeded.

Moreover, the effect was even more astonishing than expected.

He had anticipated that Jon's death would become the fuse to ignite everything, but he hadn't expected this explosion to give birth to the "ascension" of a species?

Aside from the word ascension, he couldn't think of a better term to describe this incredible change acting upon an entire population.

At the same time, the Gray Man "psionicists" within the Void, with their continuous exploration and realization of their own power, soon began to demonstrate "bug-level" combat effectiveness in the war.

The Gray Man materialists still had to rely on radio walkie-talkies for communication, but those psionicists were already able to ignore communication barriers to exchange information.

Spiritual resonance brought them huge tactical and strategic advantages.

Even though the firepower of the Gray Man Federation's thermal weapons far exceeded the still-nascent psionic powers of these psionicists, it was difficult for even the most powerful weapons to eliminate an omnipresent opponent.

And—

These "Spirit of the Universe" sect psionicists did not reject the use of firearms.

They understood the Federation's methods very well, so they would actively detonate electromagnetic pulses to create an area of electronic paralysis, then charge into the positions where the Federation's regular army was stationed to carry out surgical strikes with extreme precision against primary targets.

Actually, at first, Luo Yan hadn't understood what that flashing light was.

But as the drones flying in the sky fell like dumplings, and the Federation's regular army fought individually like headless flies in the labyrinthine alleys, he soon realized—

That damn thing was an EMP!

The traveler's insight had unexpectedly come in handy; if he were a local of the Aos Continent, he certainly wouldn't have understood such a rare thing.

As for Mo Er and the other teaching assistants, they naturally could only guess. They interpreted that light as a special kind of magic capable of destroying the runes on the "metal golems."

As far as the result was concerned, interpreting it that way wasn't exactly wrong.

Watching the Gray Man troops winning victory after victory, a trace of intense curiosity flashed in Luo Yan's eyes. Especially when he associated it with his own players, who seemed to possess similar abilities.

They could exchange information within the game by going offline for off-site communication, and recently, this tactic seemed to have been studied quite maturely by them.

They even agreed on times to go online and offline, maintaining information flow by timing their watches.

"Mo Er."

Looking at the teaching assistants who were looking at him with anticipation, Luo Yan finally spoke.

His voice was as calm as ever, yet carried an unquestionable majesty and boldness, making everyone involuntarily stand in awe.

"From now on, our work focus needs to be adjusted."

"I need you to carefully observe the Gray Man spiritual network and figure out what exactly that thing is."

"And, how to utilize the insights we have gained from the Void to make it serve us."

Mo Er's expression was more solemn than ever, in no way inferior to the few demon generals under Luo Yan's command, and he bowed respectfully.

"As you command, Mentor!"

Luo Yan nodded and turned to step into the shadows of the stairwell.

"Notify me if there is any new information."

The war behind Void No. 178 was still continuing; the slaughter between the prosthetic soldiers and the psionicists had just evolved from small-scale conflicts into a total war, and subsequent changes remained to be further observed.

However, what was certain was that the Gray Man Federation's lifespan had reached its end at a time that could be foreseen.

From the moment Jon died.

Or rather, from the moment he met the new god Kelin.

The sparks of fire had finally gathered into a prairie fire; the once-unshakable high towers were collapsing, one after another...

Just as the Gray Man's high towers began to collapse, the Great Sage's Tower finally awaited Prince Kelin's second "blockbuster."

It was the latest paper published in the *Sage's Report*, and the content within the paper shocked all the scholars who had been looking forward to it.

No one had expected that this Void resource, which had already been exhausted in the hands of Mentor Moke, had actually been saved!

In the fifty-year history of Void research in the Academy, there had never been a precedent where a Void channel that had decayed to this extent could be stabilized again!

For a long time, the general consensus among sages regarding those channels that were about to disconnect was to exhaust every possible means to squeeze out the last bit of residual value.

Yet now, Prince Kelin's research provided a brand-new path full of infinite possibilities for those professors who were troubled by the unsustainable development of Void resources!

"This is simply a miracle!"

In the apprentice canteen, a mage wearing glasses couldn't help but shout excitedly, sharing the latest discovery he had read in the *Sage's Report* with the mages next to him who were also paying attention to the academic frontier, drawing envious gazes from a crowd of preparatory students.

Although few apprentices could come into contact with Void resources, this did not prevent them from feeling proud of the breakthrough in Void technology.

And, feeling heartfelt admiration for those seniors who could understand the paper.

Barrett silently made up his mind; he swore that one day he would definitely be like his seniors and touch the edge of the Void!

He took a fierce bite of the bread in his hand and chewed hard.

Recently, his roommates hadn't been talking to him, and he had no other friends; striving for success was the only thing he could do at the moment...

Inside the canteen, there were people discussing this everywhere; Prince Kelin's name seemed to have grown in this hall.

Ku Ersi walked through the chattering crowd with a complicated mood.

Ever since he and Yilana had a falling out, he rarely mentioned Prince Kelin's name, but those preparatory students would occasionally recall that the respected Mr. Ku Ersi was the "first" senior to brag about Prince Kelin's extraordinary qualities.

Being well-informed often meant having a deep background, and in this black box of the Academy, which was even darker than the Shengcheng, people could only rely on guesses and rumors passed by word of mouth to satisfy their curiosity about the top of the high tower.

Ku Ersi actually also used this point to satisfy his own vanity, deliberately creating a persona of being "well-connected" among the apprentices.

Especially since they didn't know about what happened in the library that day, their impression of him still remained at the time when he and Yilana had a good relationship.

So, in the mouths of some fools, the story inexplicably became—Yilana became Prince Kelin's teaching assistant under the introduction of Senior Ku Ersi.

Later, it was simply simplified to him recommending Yilana to the Prince.

If it were a few months ago, Ku Ersi would probably smile inscrutably and then say "low-key." But now, hearing this sentence, he only felt his face flush with shame, and his heart was filled with anger and embarrassment.

It was as if he had given away his beloved goddess.

But unfortunately—

He couldn't stand up to refute it.

After all, those rumors were only spread in private; being too serious would not only destroy his persona as a "well-informed" person, but also make people feel it was inexplicable.

Enduring those gazes of worship that made him both love and hate, he walked to his small circle and sat down.

Just as the tray containing bread flew in front of him, the conversation of a few strange apprentices at the next table clearly drifted over.

"My god, have you read today's *Sage's Report*? Mentor Kelin is simply a god! He really saved Void No. 178!"

"Although I can't understand a single word of the theories about 'spiritual network' and 'soul resonance' in the paper..."

"Nonsense! If you could understand it, would you still be sitting here?"

"Sigh, if only I had chosen his class back then."

"That stingy guy in our dorm who keeps everything to himself didn't even say a word; forget about other things, he's even rolling on this!"

"Yeah... I heard that Prince even guides the preparatory students' studies personally, without any airs at all! Compared to him, some teaching assistants in our tower are even more arrogant than him!"

"Yeah... I heard that too, he's a really good person! Regardless of whether you come to his classroom or not, as long as you hand in the homework, you get credits; he's much easier to get along with than that stubborn donkey Heketuo!"

"Shh! Don't let Heketuo's apprentices hear you!"

The apprentice sitting next to Ku Ersi gently poked his arm, looking at this respected senior, his admiration overflowing.

"You guessed it long ago, didn't you? Mr. Ku Ersi."

Ku Ersi's expression stiffened slightly, but he still coughed and said.

"Of course... I said long ago that Prince Kelin is a scholar who truly pursues truth; this is not difficult for him. Hmm... I guessed it from the beginning."

The gazes surrounding him became increasingly filled with admiration, as if he were Prince Kelin's spokesperson.

Ku Ersi suddenly felt a bit fortunate; it seemed that before was just his own illusion, and Yilana hadn't gone around telling everyone that he had spoken ill of Prince Kelin.

Finn, sitting not far away, looked at this senior in surprise, his eyes filled with both sympathy and a trace of incomprehension.

How on earth did this guy become like this...

Unlike the noise in the apprentice canteen, in a seminar room on the middle floor of the high tower, the atmosphere was much more serious.

Although, like the apprentices' canteen, it was also filled with an irrepressible atmosphere of excitement.

Over a dozen mentors and professors with formal teaching positions in the Academy were sitting around a long table, conducting intense academic discussions on the results presented in Kelin's paper.

"The result is certainly gratifying, but I think we cannot ignore the characteristics of the Gray Man species itself..."

An old professor with a slightly high hairline and a rigorous expression pushed his monocle and proposed his point of view in a steady tone.

"... The spiritual evolution they demonstrated after falling into a desperate situation is something we have never observed in any other Void. Our spiritual differences from them may be even greater than our differences from goblins. I have sufficient reason to suspect that this success is very likely an unrepeatable individual case based on species characteristics."

"I beg to differ."

Another younger platinum-level professor immediately put forward a counter-argument; his voice was also filled with the power of reason, but there was something different in it.

"My lord, you seem to have forgotten the fundamental premise of establishing a Void channel—spiritual resonance. The very reason we can use the power of the Void to exchange information with them proves that we possess fundamental similarities in spiritual structure. If they were existence completely different from us, we would have been unable to contact them from the beginning. The reason Mentor Kelin's strategy succeeded is precisely because we are sufficiently 'similar,' so our influence could stir up waves in their hearts!"

The intense debate continued, but in the eyes of every scholar, the light of wisdom and exploration flickered, just like candles that had been lit.

It was Kelin's paper that lit this candle in their eyes.

Although they usually discussed academic issues like this, their opinions rarely differed as much as they did today.

Regarding the research methods of the Void, there had been a conclusion in the past fifty years; rather than saying they were explorers, it was better to say they were miners hired by sages.

Just then, the door of the seminar room was suddenly pushed open, and Professor Alisite Suoen walked in slowly.

He had a gentle smile on his face, yet that aura of a superior that seemed to be born with him still instantly made the whole room quiet down.

"Seeing that you all have such high enthusiasm for academics, I feel deeply gratified."

Alisite looked around at everyone and said in an approving tone, "I think this is precisely the foundation upon which our Academy can lead the entire continent's magic research... Please forgive my uninvited arrival; I was attracted by that light of wisdom."

Although that high-and-mighty tone easily made people feel unhappy, the scholars present all acknowledged Professor Alisite's authority, so they didn't feel it was inappropriate; instead, they were surprised by his suddenly impeccable etiquette.

This person was the number one person under the sage.

Although there was still a not-so-small gap between his own strength and that of the thirteen sages, everyone believed that it was only a matter of time before he became the fourteenth sage and possessed his own school.

Looking at the scholars who were looking at each other, his tone changed; although it was still gentle, it carried a trace of unquestionable instruction.

"However, I also hope that everyone will not forget the resolution just made by the Sage Council not long ago. While exploring with enthusiasm, we should maintain a scholar's prudence and not rashly and recklessly adopt aggressive research strategies, so as not to repeat the mistakes of Void No. 178."

Whispering sounds spread across the long table, and then gathered into statements of hesitation but clarity.

"Professor Alisite is right... we should indeed be more cautious."

"I agree too."

Everyone nodded in agreement, and the aggressive flame in their hearts was extinguished quite a bit by this basin of cold water that came at just the right time.

They didn't know why this reclusive professor would suddenly appear at a seminar of this level, but what he said was indeed correct, and the Great Sage's resolution was still ringing in their ears.

They should indeed be more cautious.

Everyone was waiting for Professor Alisite to leave.

However, to everyone's surprise, this uninvited gentleman did not turn around and leave after saying the polite words as usual.

He actually went against the norm, very naturally found an empty seat next to the long table, and sat down, smiling as he joined this academic seminar that was beneath his status.

"Pardon my presumption," he said to that aggressive professor, "regarding the universality of 'spiritual resonance' you mentioned, I have some immature views, perhaps I can discuss them with you..."

That professor was slightly stunned, then showed a flattered expression, acting as cautious as a student in front of Professor Alisite.

If Professor Heketuo were here, he probably wouldn't be much better off.

Although they were high-and-mighty gods in front of the apprentices, they were still more than a little bit behind the "Great Sage's favorite student."

It wasn't just strength.

It was also academic prestige.

Surrounded by this humble atmosphere, Alisite began to speak, giving "pointers" one by one to these scholars whose academic status was far lower than his.

His insights were sharp, his logic was impeccable, yet it made everyone present feel a kind of inexplicable caution and pressure.

The originally enthusiastic and free discussion atmosphere instantly became like a rigid briefing, and even the most thoughtful mentors chose silence.

Only stones and stones can spark, stones and eggs will only bump out egg yolks. In a situation where talking was useless, they chose to say nothing.

When this bizarre seminar was finally declared over, all the mentors and professors felt as if they had been granted amnesty, almost fleeing the scene without stopping.

It was as if class had ended.

Looking at the empty room and those scholars fleeing like forest rats, Alisite's expression gradually turned cold.

He knew those people feared him, and he was also satisfied with their humility, but he still felt a trace of dissatisfaction with their "submissive resistance."

This was the biggest difference between the smart people in the Academy and the smart people in the Empire; regardless of whether they agreed or disagreed, they would say "Yes, Professor."

Then some people would really listen and deliberately mess things up, while some people would secretly do the opposite and play dumb after being discovered.

It would be strange if these rats could figure out Void research!

Alisite turned to look at the floor-standing mirror in the corner; that ominous gray mist in the mirror was still entrenched beside his reflection, as if it were his born shadow.

"What a waste of time; why should I share my knowledge with a bunch of guys who don't even know where the door is? My subordinates are a hundred times more useful than these things."

He flicked his index finger, guiding the teapot to pour himself a cup of black tea; even the sound of the tea flowing into the cup could not cover the impatience in his voice.

His "divinity" let out a soft laugh, persuading him in a gentle voice: "Calm down, this is just acting. You might as well learn from your opponent; he is very patiently starting from the smallest things... Look at when he has ever complained? Even the humblest adventurer, he can patiently become friends with them."

Alisite sneered.

"Why should I do such boring things like him."

The voice from the netherworld said patiently: "Of course, to accumulate 'influence'."

Without waiting for Alisite to speak, it continued.

"You should have noticed long ago, whether it is source power or other extraordinary powers, its essence is actually a power called 'belief.' Of course, on the land ruled by the Aos Empire, this is a sensitive topic that is inconvenient to discuss openly, so you slippery guys invented hundreds of forms of power to indirectly study this topic without mentioning the word belief, such as source power... Am I right?"

Alisite's eyes narrowed slightly, and a sharp light flashed in those deep pupils, and then, the corners of his mouth suddenly curled into a playful arc.

"Heh heh, you found out; should I give you an award?"

His divinity whispered in a gentle voice.

"No need for an award, this is not difficult, after all, I am you. And... the existence that sent me to your side was also as young as you once."

Young.

Heh heh.

Alisite smiled faintly, feeling dismissive in his heart.

Is this considered clarifying?

But it doesn't matter. He guessed something the first time he saw it. After all, he had studied the Void for over twenty years; could he not know what kind of ghost was hidden behind this guy?

It was nothing more than mutual utilization.

At least, the benefits it gave were good, even more generous than what the Great Sage gave him.

Being able to obtain that power closer to the root of the extraordinary than source power without relying on the Void... this made him feel that his long-stagnant bottleneck was right in front of him.

Even if it persuaded him not to care too much about extraordinary power, his divinity was an existence that transcended all extraordinary things.

"Having such a guy who understands me so well living in my head is really unpleasant... So, what's next?" Alisite's voice returned to calm; he had decided to listen to what this "self" had to say.

That gray mist seemed very satisfied with his cooperative attitude, rolling even more happily.

"First, you need to create a 'persona' with the potential to be mythologized, and then let it... deeply rooted in the hearts of more people, just like just now."

"You don't think those scholars like me, do you." Alisite mocked.

That divinity said in a happy voice.

"You don't need them to like you; fear is also a kind of belief, aren't the demons in hell using this point?"

Alisite narrowed his eyes slightly and suddenly spoke.

"I have a question."

That twisted gray mist bowed obediently in the mirror, as if he were his most loyal servant.

"What question? My master."

Ignoring that humble posture, Alisite stared sharply at the gray mist in the mirror, speaking in a slow, deliberate voice with a trace of jealousy.

"You said the person you found initially wasn't me; I'm very curious, who was it?"

The divinity let out a soft laugh and asked back: "Is this important?"

"If you feel it's inconvenient, you don't have to answer." Alisite's tone was very flat, as if he were just asking casually.

"It's not inconvenient, and even if I don't say it, you can guess the answer, can't you?"

Alisite's gaze seemed to penetrate the dim mirror and saw that young figure in another tower.

That face was also written with a trace of gloom at the same time.

"Kelin?"

"Correct." The divinity answered softly, as if to take care of his emotions.

Clearly, not long ago, it was the guy who reacted the most to this name, even needing Alisite to suppress its hostility in return.

Alisite was silent for a moment and continued.

"Then why did you give up?"

"I didn't want to either, but..." The voice carried a rare trace of regret, as if sighing, "A soul can only possess one divinity, just as a soul can only have one personality. It's a pity, that promising guy was already taken."

This sentence was like a bolt of lightning, instantly splitting all the fog in Alisite's mind.

He fell into deep thought, and the rigor and calmness belonging to a scholar on his face were gradually replaced by a knowing smile.

"So that's it... No wonder he always does these superfluous things; it turns out he was accumulating the power of belief; I underestimated him."

But there was no help for it; who would have thought that an imperial prince would carry the banner of usurping divine power?

Although a few mages of the Source Law school had roughly realized the mystery that source power was the power of belief, this did not mean they could collect this power from people's belief.

Most of the time, they still needed to complete this process in the name of Saint Xisi, and only gods could collect people's scattered belief.

Nobles were the same.

Chasing fame and fortune and grandstanding were their innate instincts, and this was also one of the paths to "sainthood" left to them by their ancestors.

They couldn't become a legend on their own, but they could in the name of Saint Xisi.

And Kelin's performance undoubtedly conformed to this point. The holy light on him was no less than that of those devout priests, and even the nobles of the Shengcheng recognized his glory; no one would feel that he was digging at Saint Xisi's wall, only praising him for inheriting the glory of his predecessors.

Alisite had no doubt that if he said it out loud, no one would believe it; instead, they would feel that he was the heretic, the mad talker.

However, that voice from the netherworld expressed approval of Alisite's realization.

"Congratulations on discovering the truth."

Alisite's gaze became gradually sharp.

"Whose divinity is on him?"

"I don't know that," the divinity's voice carried a trace of detached laziness, "Maybe it's my father's old 'friend'."

"Old friend?" Alisite's brows furrowed.

The divinity was unexpectedly frank and said directly.

"Hmm, I guess it's Nuoweier, the scholar who loves to study mysticism, the detective who explores the truth behind the fog... and everyone who is obsessed with digging for the truth."

"Chaos."

Alisite's voice carried a trace of apprehension he hadn't even noticed himself.

Although he had guessed this possibility long ago, that was only his guess after all, far less shocking than confirming it with his own ears.

As a professor at the Academy, he naturally understood chaos, and also knew very well which type of chaos scholars were most susceptible to pollution from.

However, he wouldn't be like those forest rats who were scared to death as soon as they heard about pollution, running around like headless flies.

Pollution was just a way of saying it.

All power that Saint Xisi did not want His servants to come into contact with could be labeled with the name of pollution and criticized.

This also included power from demon gods.

Didn't the demons in hell use it quite happily, and they were still fighting the Empire to a standstill, and they hadn't seen them play themselves to death either.

Chaos, of course, could also be utilized.

It was just that the people who mastered these powers wouldn't tell others.

The divinity smiled and said: "You do indeed call us that."

Alisite said in a hoarse voice.

"I actually guessed it, just... I thought you came from Nuoweier."

Seeming to have heard some interesting joke, the divinity laughed.

"Ha ha... Why? Because my form is 'mist'? Actually, I can also transform into other shapes; anyway, only you can see me."

As it spoke, that twisted gray mist drifted away, changing shapes in the air. Sometimes like a sharp sword symbolizing killing, sometimes like a crown representing power,

Finally, it turned back into a wisp of light smoke, winding around the ring on his finger that symbolized the power of the Suoen Society, as docile as a harmless sparrow.

"I'm just a bit regretful; I didn't expect that in the eyes of chaos, I am not a scholar." Alisite smiled faintly, but his hoarse voice didn't seem to have any regret.

"Regret? Scholar? Are you talking about yourself? Or those professors just now?" The arrogant divinity teased, but it didn't feel arrogant at all.

Alisite looked at his own hand in the mirror and asked another question he cared about most in a cold tone.

"Then, who is your father? Since it's not Nuoweier. I think it's probably not the Claw of Eternal Hunger, or the Flame of Destruction either."

"Didn't I tell you long ago," the voice whispered intimately, as if whispering between lovers, "I am the arrogance in your heart."

"As for my father, naturally it is Lord Awano—the crown worn on the heads of all the arrogant in this universe."

"Only He is qualified to put an immortal crown on a true king!"

Alisite laughed heh heh.

"Then how do I count as wearing the crown? Becoming a sage?"

"That's not important; that's a mortal title."

His divinity laughed softly, twisting its gray body, and drifted back into his shadow from his withered fingertips.

"Wait until one day, you don't have to see me from the mirror, but can see me everywhere... thus you will become a god on earth."

"From then on, your opponents will no longer dare to kill you easily, because the dead you will be more terrifying than the living you. You will gain eternity from death, becoming an indelible brand in the hearts of a group of people, just like what is happening in Void No. 178."

The twisted gray mist disappeared from the mirror, leaving only a meaningful sentence.

"Don't let your opponent get ahead; the future world will be even more prosperous and crowded than the high tower under your feet."

Watching the disappearance of the gray mist, Alisite fell into a long contemplation; he seemed to have an idea about what to do next.

And at the same time, on the other side of the Great Sage's Tower, a young apprentice was handing a notebook to Luo Yan with a nervous mood.

The notebook was filled with equations.

Luo Yan's gaze swept quickly across the pages until he saw the last line.

The surprise in his pupils gradually turned into pleasant surprise, just like drawing an SSR card.

Euler-Lagrange equation!

"Mentor..."

Yilana's lips moved, seemingly feeling ashamed for the "immature idea" she was about to speak.

After all, that was a topic that Mentor James Wali hadn't completed, and perhaps that mentor was a silver-level or even gold-level powerhouse.

And she was just an apprentice who had just learned magic.

However—

The anticipation in Prince Kelin's eyes gave her the courage to speak, allowing her to share the joy in her heart with him without any scruples.

"Do you remember the 'path optimization equation' I mentioned to you before?"

"I might... have really found it." ===== CHAPTER 391 =====