Chapter 299

The next day, in the Taiyuan login interface lobby.

Wang Yu stood with both feet on a patch of grass, hands forming seals, six pale red mirrors hovering above his head—three grouped together, spinning and darting through the air, growing faster and faster.

"Swoosh."

Suddenly, one mirror lost control and plummeted, slamming hard into the ground nearby.

Seeing this, Wang Yu frowned and waved one hand.

The out-of-control mirror bounced back up and flew into the air again.

Wang Yu formed the seals once more; the six mirrors resumed their spinning flight, but now and then one or two would lose control and crash down.

Wang Yu sighed, raised his hand again, and all the mirrors flew toward him—only to flicker and dissolve into light upon touching his body.

These six parent-child floating mirrors were all conjured out of thin air in the silver lobby of the login interface using his spiritual force.

"Clearly, just using the Art of Weapon Control and the Art of Golden Pointing won't let me control multiple sets of artifacts. I'll have to wait until Foundation Establishment, when I can condense my spiritual awareness to accomplish this."

Wang Yu muttered, then reached out with one hand into empty air—immediately, a series of pale golden mirrors coalesced in a flash of crystal light and hung motionless before him.

After repeated tests within the login interface lobby, he had largely figured out the basic rules of creation here.

In the Taiyuan login interface, as long as you construct a complete artifact from raw materials step by step, the next time you won't need to spend the same amount of time—you need only a thought to replicate countless identical, fully formed artifacts.

No matter how complex the artifact, the same rule applies—as if this lobby possessed some kind of memory function.

He also discovered that the more complex and larger the object, the more Star-Ness energy it consumed.

He knew this only because he had conducted numerous related tests to reach this conclusion.

Wang Yu waved his hand, and all the mirrors fell into his grasp, dissolving into crystal light.

Then he glanced down at the grass beneath his feet, identical to the outside world, and suddenly stomped his foot—the grass vanished into crystal light, revealing once more the silver metal floor.

Wang Yu bent down, extended one arm, pressed his five fingers against the ground, closed his eyes, and seemed to meditate on something.

Moments later, "Boom!"

Crystal light flickered nearby, and a dozen or more shelves slowly rose from the ground, each filled with alchemical materials and artifact blanks; simultaneously, several workbenches laden with tools coalesced on the opposite side—all arranged exactly as they were in his real-world cave's alchemy chamber, not a single detail different.

Not only that—after a few more breaths, crystal light flashed farther away, and a massive stone house, covering over a hundred square feet, rapidly formed; inside, continuous rumbling echoed, as if something within was still coalescing.

After a while longer, the rumbling inside the stone house finally ceased.

Wang Yu exhaled slowly, lifted his palm from the ground, and walked over to a nearby shelf, skillfully taking down a longsword artifact blank, then strode toward the stone house.

With one hand, he pulled—the thick stone door slowly opened, and a wave of heat surged out.

Wang Yu flashed forward and stepped directly inside.

Inside the massive stone house, red light filled the space—a huge three-headed cauldron stood at the center, its three handles shaped like dragon heads, lifelike and vivid; the entire cauldron glowed pale red, radiating intense heat.

Wang Yu formed a single seal and shot a spell toward the cauldron.

"Puff."

The three dragon heads along the cauldron's rim flared red, each spewing a stream of crimson flame, instantly filling the furnace with roaring fire.

Even though Wang Yu had done this many times before in the silver lobby, he still smiled at the sight.

Beneath this imitation of his cave's ground-fire furnace, of course, there was no actual connection to ground fire—all the fire was directly condensed by him, pre-stored within the furnace, then released when needed.

That ground fire could be condensed here was no surprise—after all, fire snakes and fireballs had already been replicated here.

Wang Yu tossed the longsword artifact blank above the cauldron, letting it hover there, then summoned a gentle wind around his body and floated slowly upward to the sword's position.

With a flick of his wrist, a thick inscription needle and a large bowl filled with silver paste appeared in his hands.

Wang Yu then focused intently and began inscribing runes onto the longsword artifact blank.

……

Over an hour later, Wang Yu held a longsword inscribed with green and red spiritual patterns; as he swung it, waves of green and red sword shadows cut through the air, occasionally unleashing bursts of flame.

Suddenly, the green-red longsword flew from his hand and dissolved into specks of crystal light in midair.

Wang Yu looked down at his hands, a faint look of satisfaction crossing his face.

Clearly, his alchemy skills had improved—he could now easily forge entry-grade artifacts without entering overdrive mode.

His rapid progress in alchemy was entirely due to the past one or two years of repeatedly simulating the alchemy process in the login interface.

Within this login lobby, although he could not replicate materials or artifacts not recognized by Taiyuan, any artifact he had personally forged or any alchemical material he had used could be perfectly replicated.

Yet, artifacts, talismans, or even pills he had touched or consumed in the real world still could not be replicated here.

Thinking of this, Wang Yu reached out again with one hand—immediately, a faint green miniature banner appeared in a shower of crystal light, but moments later, it silently shattered and vanished.

It was the Xiao Mi Yun Banner talisman that Ximen Mei had once used.

Then, unwilling to give up, Wang Yu flipped his palm again—a pale blue pill gathered in his hand: the newly acquired Bishui Pill.

Instantly, the Bishui Pill formed—he didn't hesitate, tossed it into his mouth—but the moment it touched his lips, it dissolved into specks of crystal light.

Could it be that pills and talismans replicated in this login interface must also be ones he himself had forged?

Wang Yu frowned slightly.

This was another key reason he had been willing to trade that supreme pill for Fan Tian's instruction in pill-making.

As Wang Yu pondered this, his expression suddenly changed—he dissolved into specks of crystal light and vanished from the silver lobby.

Wang Yu felt a flash of white light, and next he stood in his cave's secret chamber, before him a pale yellow message talisman hovered, humming softly.

Wang Yu reached out and seized it—the talisman instantly burst into a ball of fire, and from within emerged a stranger's male voice.

"I am Yu Bin, Senior Elder of the General Affairs Hall, dispatched to evaluate Wang Yu's application for True Disciple status. Wang Shiye, hurry to the entrance of your cave to receive me."