Chapter 317: with translation of chapter title

323. Chapter 323 Cutting

Confirm the procedures are fine.

Rosenthal gave the go-ahead, allowing Linke Grand to enter the Sage-level cultivation secret realm.

He did not act rashly just because he had become interested.

He was simply waiting to die, not seeking death.

Being able to dissolve his attack without leaving a trace means the opponent's strength is definitely not inferior to his own.

Watching Frest Diamond personally help Linke Grand apply for this qualification's record, Rosenthal even wondered whether the Great Sage Soth had intervened.

Mm… Rosenthal believed that, compared to Frest this junior, his strength was only superior, not inferior.

So, if Frest had resolved it, he would definitely have noticed.

"Who on earth is it?"

Rosenthal glanced at Lin Ke's back, lost in thought.

Inside the cultivation secret realm.

Only now did Lin Ke fully understand Dean Frest's entire intention in arranging for him to enter the Sage-level cultivation secret realm.

As soon as he stepped into the cultivation secret realm, the sea of consciousness mini-world, the true 'mini-world', and the sun, which serves as the cornerstone of the 'Great Universe Meditation Method', all stirred restlessly, giving rise to desire.

Within the secret realm, the various rules scattered everywhere exerted an irresistible attraction on these three!

Furthermore, Lin Ke's self-created or learned fourth-circle witchcraft likewise required comprehending a great many types of rules.

Using a very vivid metaphor, Lin Ke was like a mouse that had fallen into a barrel of sesame oil.

"Master, master, what happened to Cornelia?"

Flandor's voice suddenly echoed in Lin Ke's heart.

"What's wrong?"

Lin Ke asked while sinking his consciousness into the sea of consciousness.

Cornelia, who usually constantly followed by Flandor's side, had now entered a very peculiar state.

The entire elf lay unconscious, horizontally floating in the void of the sea of consciousness mini-world, continually drifting toward the sun.

Strands of firelight rose and fell with her breath near her nose.

After careful sensing, Lin Ke could perceive that between Cornelia and the sun there were several thin connections.

Such connections are precisely the manifestation of having comprehended a certain rule.

The thicker and more substantial the threads, the more comprehensive and clear the comprehension.

At this moment, Cornelia's comprehension and mastery of fire-domain rules were still very weak.

And the sun within the sea of consciousness mini-world's celestial structure of the 'Great Universe Meditation Method' had just established countless connections with the rules scattered throughout the Sage-level cultivation secret realm.

Perhaps it was this stimulus that brought Cornelia her first metamorphosis period.

In wizard terms, this is the stage where an apprentice advances to a full wizard.

"Well, I've become a tool again."

Upon discovering this situation, Lin Ke immediately understood his predicament.

The sage chapter of the 'Great Universe Meditation Method' seemingly no longer required him to painstakingly create it himself.

Under the guidance of the wizard world's will that favors him, the sensible 'Great Universe Meditation Method' is trying to grow on its own.

The celestial structure of the sea of consciousness mini-world was no longer satisfied with just the solar system, and was gradually expanding toward becoming the Orion Arm.

It is estimated that when the celestial structure of the sea of consciousness mini-world expands into the Orion Arm, Lin Ke will naturally advance to sage level, or reach the rank of sixth-level sage.

The situation is unclear, data unknown, Lin Ke temporarily unable to make a relatively accurate judgment.

All he can do is let it be and observe as he goes.

"Don't worry."

After coming to his senses, Lin Ke spoke to soothe the more anxious Flandor: "This is a good thing for Cornelia; she is a fire-element elf, and bathing in the sun is quite normal."

"Really?"

Flandor still worried about the little Cornelia who always trailed behind her, imitating her speech and actions; how could she possibly not worry just by saying not to worry?

"If you're not at ease, just pay a bit more attention to Cornelia."

Lin Ke could only advise in this way.

"Mm-hmm."

Flandor nodded repeatedly.

Lin Ke's consciousness was about to return when he suddenly discovered that the previously temporarily severed connection between the two lunar far-side craters of the sea of consciousness mini-world and the true 'mini-world' had abruptly reopened.

The white jade bone fragment that had previously disappeared in the true 'mini-world' now emerged and burrowed into the sea of consciousness mini-world.

"Damn!"

Seeing this, Lin Ke couldn't help but curse silently.

Sometime ago, his sea of consciousness had become like a bus, allowing any person or object whose ability far exceeded his to come and go freely.

This feeling really sucks!

With a thought, Lin Ke's consciousness mobilized the maximum attack the sea of consciousness mini-world could muster, aiming at that white jade bone fragment.

As long as it dares to move again, regardless of whether it is truly a sage's trump card, strike first and talk later.

Seeming to sense Lin Ke's anger, the white jade bone fragment spun around on the lunar far side, then followed the connection between the two mini-worlds and burrowed back into the true 'mini-world'.

Lin Ke did not let his guard down; he immediately attempted to sever the connection between the two mini-worlds.

Unexpectedly, the severing process went very smoothly, encountering no obstruction.

It seemed that the white jade bone fragment was merely out of curiosity, coming to observe Lin Ke's sea of consciousness.

"Great Universe Meditation Method?"

Lin Ke could only guess in that direction.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain why the White Moist Bone Shard, which is extremely likely to be one of the resurrected hands of the Nostradamus Saint, would take an interest in Lin Ke's sea of consciousness.

As a great existence standing at the pinnacle of the wizards' extraordinary path, even though already extinct, being able to draw the other's attention is, of course, not an ordinary matter.

The metamorphosis of the fire elemental spirit Kanelia is still not up to standard.

Only under the guidance of the wizard world's will, which favors self-optimization and development, the Great Cosmos Meditation Method might have this honor.

With a faint sigh, Lin Ke chose to adopt the ostrich's approach, temporarily not bothering with it.

Even if one wanted to manage it, there's no way to do so.

When consciousness returned to the flesh, Lin Ke simply lifted all restrictions—whether the small world of his sea of consciousness or the real 'small world,' if he wanted to complete the rules, then let him do it himself.

Lin Ke couldn't be bothered with all that, and directly began to comprehend the various rules of the universal gravitation field, laying the foundation for creating or learning fourth-ring wizardry.

This could also be seen as breaking the pot and giving up.

Thus, within the Sage-rank cultivation secret realm, a marvelous sight appeared.

Only a single wizard, yet he was comprehending the rules of four different fields.

"Good buddy!"

Even Rosenthal, the Sixth-rank Sage who prided himself on being well-informed, couldn't help but gasp upon seeing this scene.

This is just too monstrous.

When he first advanced to Fourth-rank Sage and came to the secret realm to comprehend rules, he could only simultaneously comprehend the rules of two different fields at most.

According to Rosenthal's knowledge, since the completion of the Sage-rank cultivation secret realm at Ravosith Academy, the wizard who has comprehended the most rules from different fields simultaneously has been Rodrigo Diomande.

That was only three!

"The record has been broken!"

Rosenthal recalled the incident, casually waved his hand, and recorded this matter.

"How do you feel?" the elusive Dean Frister suddenly appeared beside Rosenthal, the Sixth-rank Sage, and asked abruptly.

"How what?"

Rosenthal replied indifferently.

"What about Linke Grand?"

Dean Frister asked more specifically.

"Not bad, uh… pretty good."

Rosenthal weighed his words and gave a relatively objective evaluation.

"If you take a risk, perhaps there is a slight chance to help you advance to Seventh-rank Grand Sage; are you willing?"

Dean Frister's figure suddenly appeared directly opposite Rosenthal.

The two stared at each other solemnly.

"Do you know what you're saying?"

Rosenthal's seemingly turbid eyes flashed with a gleam, and his wrinkled old face glowed with a faint firelight.

"I know."

Dean Frister ignored Rosenthal's impending anger and replied very solemnly, word by word.

"Speak."

After drawing a light breath, Rosenthal discovered that his lifeless heart actually fluttered for a moment.

Who would willingly sit and wait for death as a peak Sixth-rank Sage?

It's merely that he found no hope at all of advancing to Seventh-rank Grand Sage, and did not want to spend his remaining life fighting and killing for matters unrelated to himself.

If he could complete the advancement before his lifespan ends, his life would naturally be prolonged, giving him several more good centuries to live!

Thus, Rosenthal admitted that his state of mind was shattered by just a few words from Frister Diomande.

Frister didn't beat around the bush, saying: "Linke Grand has a 'small world,' which you know. After all, Waters' covert hand placed during the 'seed' period was broken by you."

"Be more direct, don't waste time talking about irrelevant matters."

Rosenthal still felt that Frister wasn't being direct enough.

Frister had no choice but to say briefly: "If you are willing to bear the risk of possibly being entangled by the resurrected hand of the Nostradamus Saint, I can persuade Linke Grand to transfer his 'small world,' which is only a step away from being a 'world,' to you."

The process of a Sixth-rank Sage advancing to Seventh-rank Grand Sage is quite similar to that of a wizard apprentice advancing to a full wizard.

The only difference is that one involves designating a single first-ring wizardry as one's innate wizardry.

The other involves designating a 'world' as one's innate world!

However, not every world can be used as the innate world of a Seventh-rank Grand Sage.

The requirements for this are quite stringent.

The best choice is to cultivate a world oneself from the 'seed' stage to the 'world' stage.

The next-best choice is to use mature worlds that have never had natives become a 'world lord.'

The worst choice is the idea once had by Paro Sage: to use a fairy world, which has previously produced a 'world lord.'

The differences among the three are many and great, not worth detailing.

The greatest difference is that only wizards who advance to Seventh-rank Grand Sage via the best-choice path are qualified to glimpse the Saint's rank!

Thus, as soon as Dean Frister finished speaking, Rosenthal's gaze toward him became extraordinarily complex.

There was shock, also disgust, and moreover a faint stirring of emotion and desire.

"Don't worry, I will not force Linke Grand in any way."

Facing Rosenthal's scrutiny, Frister spoke calmly, 'Moreover, I think he might also be more willing to hand over that 'small world' to you.'

"Is it just because of the risk you mentioned?"

Rosenthal forcibly suppressed his long-unfluctuating emotions and said coldly, 'This might perhaps be an opportunity!'

Yes.

Frist nodded.

Given his understanding of Lin Ke, if there were a way to shake off the entanglement of Saint Nostradamus's post-resurrection hand, Lin Ke would be very, very willing.

Even if it meant using the 'small world' that had been painstakingly cultivated to be just one step away from the 'world' as a price.

Even if it might mean losing the opportunity set up by Saint Nostradamus.

I need to think it over.

Rosenthal did not rush to make a decision.

This matter is significant; he needs to consider it from all angles.

Of course.

Frist responded, then discreetly disappeared, leaving Rosenthal alone.

Rosenthal turned his gaze to the Sage-level Cultivation Secret Realm, and, on the premise of not disturbing or affecting Linke Grand's comprehension of the rules, began to observe it carefully.

Only then did Rosenthal understand why Linke Grand, who had just advanced to Third-level Wizard, could simultaneously comprehend the rules of four different fields.

As it turned out, that 'seed' from back then was about to bear fruit.

Why, back then, did he break the covert hand that Watts, that petty villain, had placed on the 'seed'?

Was it because he didn't want to see the tragedy of painstakingly nurturing something, only for someone else to pluck the fruit?

He hadn't expected that Watts, that petty villain, would fail to get the fruit, and instead it would fall to Rosenthal to pluck it.

This is truly hard to put into words!

Time passed amidst Rosenthal's contemplation, Linke's comprehension, and Frist's waiting.

Since Linke entered the Sage-level Cultivation Secret Realm, a full forty-eight hours had passed, reaching the realm's capacity limit.

Upon hearing the reminder, Rosenthal flicked his fingers and moved Linke out of the secret realm.

How is it?

Dean Frist once again displayed his trait of appearing and disappearing unpredictably, showing up suddenly and asking out of the blue.

Moreover, this time Frist even split into two manifestations, appearing simultaneously beside Rosenthal and Linke.

It's merely a manifestation; there's no reason that Linke, who was only a Second-level Wizard back then, could do it while Frist, a Sixth-level Sage, could not.

I have no problem; let's see what the little guy thinks.

Rosenthal had to admit that he didn't want to just wait for death; he wanted to give it another shot.

All right, wait a moment.

Frist responded.

On the other side.

Linke had grown accustomed to Dean Frist's way of appearing; he was not startled and calmly replied, 'The gains are great; the previously rudimentary self-created Fourth-ring Wizardry has been basically perfected, and I have also added two new rudimentary forms of self-created Fourth-ring Wizardry.'

Hmm.

Whether the true body or a manifestation, Frist nodded, shifted the conversation, and asked, 'If you abandon your 'small world,' it might free you from Saint Nostradamus's post-resurrection hand; would you be willing?'

After a pause, Dean Frist emphasized, 'It's only a possibility, not a certainty. There could be a scenario where your 'small world' is gone yet you remain entangled by the Saint's aftermath—a unfortunate situation.'

This question greatly exceeded Linke's expectations.

Linke, at a loss for how to respond, simply said, 'Could you let me think it over properly?'

Of course.

Dean Frist's figure vanished in an instant.

Linke immediately began weighing the pros and cons of this matter.

Flora, however, became anxious: 'Master, master, do you no longer want Flora?'

Her tone was no longer sweet; it carried a sob, revealing despair and sorrow.

This made Linke seem like a heartless cad!