Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 275 The Truth About Immortality

The three-eyed skull mask's voiceprint canceller filtered the long incantation into hissing white noise, like grains of sand hitting glass in an hourglass, like rough winds sweeping across sedimentary rock slabs, like a rattlesnake's long, drawn-out bell.

For beings with exceptional perception, voiceprint erasers cannot prevent them from hearing Lin Bo's words clearly. The sound traveling over a very short distance from the lips and tongue to the mask, as well as the slight tremors of the skin caused by the vibration of the vocal cords, can all be captured and analyzed by powerful means to obtain information close to the original sound.

However, Lin Bo still retained the habits he developed during his early days as a newcomer on variety shows.

[Frosty Soup Stew Pot] Listening to the steady and powerful chanting in my ears, the soup in the pot was already soft and cooked, but the monk showed no sign of stopping.

The air convulsed under the lash of the Gudorei language, like a swarm of bees frantically buzzing about, with countless tiny air currents churning erratically.

The awakened power of miracles gradually accumulates, and every few minutes it transforms into a high-pitched tremor, sometimes like the striking of bells and drums, sometimes like the shattering of glass bottles, and sometimes like a chorus.

The halfling vaguely guessed that this was a spell being chanted, but she couldn't imagine what kind of profound magic could require such a long incantation, as long as a coastline.

She held the "Gudorei Language" in her hands, a textbook written by the human mage before her. While reading it, she felt like a child picking up seashells on the beach, where countless treasures lay buried, waiting to be discovered.

But now, the halfling suddenly felt that he had never understood the mage's level of knowledge. He was not a pile of treasures scattered on the beach, but a vast ocean washing over the earth. The "Gudorei Language" was just a small piece of gold that the tide had carried ashore.

Footsteps approached from behind, and Tiftline [Strange Lily] leaned close to the halfling's stove, taking a deep breath. "It smells so good..."

"Shh!" Startled, [Frost Soup] jumped up and quickly raised his finger to signal Tiftlin to be quiet.

Tiflin rubbed her hands together and begged for a bowl of thick soup. She sat on the ground, tilting her head to look at the human mage by the desk, listening to his hoarse chanting, and witnessing the flickering lightning, shards of light, and clouds in the air. All sorts of miracles gathered together, resulting in a series of strange phenomena.

[Strange Lily]'s lips relaxed, then pursed and drooped, her brows furrowed tightly. The wooden bowl in her hand was steamed by the hot soup, slowly burning Tiflin's fire-resistant hellish skin, bringing a little warmth to her nerve endings.

The halfling whispered a reminder to her to drink quickly, and then put a freshly baked potato into her soup bowl.

Tiflin ate absentmindedly, but quickly, saying, "Another bowl, please."

"Madam, can you tell what spell the sorcerer is chanting?" The halfling quickly served soup.

"Mmm...slurp...gulp..." Tiflin drank another bowl, wiped his mouth, and replied, "I don't know."

The half-human's eyelids drooped, and he sighed softly.

“However,” [Strange Lily] said softly, “even if he is creating a demiplane, I wouldn’t find it strange.”

"W-W-is it really that exaggerated?" the halfling exclaimed, covering his face with his hands.

"The long chanting time is a common characteristic of high-level spells. Did the mage mention how long it would take him?"

He said he might not have time to eat before dawn.

[Strange Lily] looked out the window of the Great Archives upon hearing this. The sun was just setting, which meant that the spell would take nearly ten hours to cast.

Her expression froze for a moment, then she said seriously to the halfling, "Why don't we leave first?"

"Brother Monk hasn't eaten yet."

"I suspect this spell could have extremely terrible consequences, like wiping out the entire floating islands in an instant. Girl, let's leave now, we can still survive!"

The halfling stammered, "Let's escape and take the mage with us!"

Tiflin sighed, "What nonsense are you talking about... When there's no danger, the mage is the most dangerous."

Despite their fears, the two stayed. The halfling insisted on giving Linbo a hot meal, while Tiftin was insanely curious about the spell's effects.

Hearing his two teammates' murmurs, Lin Bo smiled. He paused slightly, swallowed a mouthful of saliva containing mushroom oil, and continued to chant the incantation at a steady pace, guiding the power runes engraved on the surface of the Philosopher's Stone.

The tiny red sand grains are difficult to observe with the naked eye; normally, carving words on them would require the aid of a microscope. The delicate craftsmanship of needle-point carving is an impossible task for ordinary artisans. Lin Bo used his sense of touch to perceive the Philosopher's Stone, carefully stroking each facet and edge, constructing its complete form in his mind. Although actually the size of a grain of sand, in the mage's spiritual realm, the Philosopher's Stone appeared as large as a house.

He silently visualized in his mind, imprinting each character onto the surface. The Art of Life naturally transformed his imagination into reality, and tiny characters, as small as bacteria, were engraved on the surface of the red sand.

Compared to the genetic material chromosomes, the Philosopher's Stone is quite large.

After sunset, the sky was tinged with inky purple. The halflings and Tifflin spent a night in fear and trepidation. When the first rays of dawn jumped over the sea of ​​clouds, the white noise that had echoed for ten hours in the restricted book section on the second floor of the Great Archives finally fell silent.

The air, like an exhausted dancer, squeezed out a dense layer of sweat, which turned into a light drizzle that soaked the floor and fell softly for a while.

Tiflin, who was huddled in her sleeping bag, was awakened by the rain. She murmured blankly, "The sky is crying."

The halfling tending the small stove quickly opened his umbrella to prevent the bubbling casserole on the stove from getting wet.

"Brother Mage, Brother Mage, dinner's ready!"

Lin Bo removed his mage's mask, revealing a pale face. He wanted to raise his hand to his chest to express his gratitude, but could only manage a weak laugh.

He sat quietly for a moment, waiting for the Heartstone Amulet to revitalize his depleted body and for the blood vessels in his icy hands and feet to slowly thaw. Only then did he take a deep breath and nod in thanks to the awkward halfling. He then took a vial of mushroom oil and drank a bottle of throat lozenge before slowly enjoying his breakfast.

Tiffilin peered around him suspiciously, trying to gauge the spell's effect. She couldn't believe that such a long incantation would only produce a light rain; it should at least create a few hundred meteor showers.

After finishing the piping hot meat broth stewed with flatbread, Lin Bo rubbed his stomach. His stomach, which had been starving all night, finally felt relieved and the cramps subsided after the hot food. He couldn't help but let out a satisfied burp, while the other half of him chuckled to himself.

"It's delicious, thank you," Lin Bo said again.

Tiflin couldn't contain himself and kept asking about the spell's effects.

Lin Bo smiled but did not answer. He simply opened his hand, and they came closer to look. In the palm of the mage, they saw a grain of brilliant red sand, as if a planet shining like a flame in the distant night sky had been plucked down to earth.

This enchanted artifact, imbued with over 30,000 ancient Druid spells and magical genetic material, is destined to be an insurmountable monument in the field of enchanting, yet it possesses a simple and unassuming appearance.

"I don't understand." Tiftlin and the others all shook their heads.

Lin Bo took out a serum from the time-space cardboard box and poured the red sand in his hand into it. Its flashing light disappeared in an instant, seemingly completely dissolving in the pale red serum preparation.

The monk waited a few seconds, then poured out the serum and sieved it. What remained on the filter paper was a translucent paramecium, visible to the naked eye, with a body a few millimeters wide, slightly smaller than a grain of rice.

"I still don't understand." Tiflin and the others continued to shake their heads.

Lin Bo used an iron ball to make a pair of tweezers, then chopped and crushed the paramecium to death. He then poured serum onto the remains, and within seconds, the dead paramecium reappeared, lively and energetic.

Next, he used fire, acid, and lightning to repeatedly kill the paramecium, but as soon as it came into contact with nutrients, it would recover as if it had never died.

"Brother Mage, you created an unkillable... cellular worm?" Tiflin asked thoughtfully.

The halfling clapped enthusiastically. Although she didn't quite understand what the undead paramecium meant, it didn't stop her from cheering for the mage, "Amazing!"

Lin Bo waved his hand, but couldn't help but smile.

[Strange Lily] stared at the paramecium quietly swimming on the filter paper, then looked at the mage chatting casually with the halfling, and suddenly let out a soft "Ah!" The arrector pili muscles in her arms stood up, and her back straightened.

She guessed a possible answer.

This long incantation contains the truth about immortality.

(End of this chapter)