Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 281 Achieving Immortality, the Body of an Ancient Sage

A week later.

The philosopher's vessel, symbolizing primordial chaos, has reached full maturity.

At sunrise, Lin Bo guided the sun's fire and magical lightning to bombard the alchemy furnace. The newly made furnace could open the medicine chamber, and its overall structure and materials were more solid and stable, so it was not destroyed by the burst of light and electricity.

With a loud roar, the container cracked, and the great work of alchemy was completed. At the bottom of the potion chamber, a drop of "blood of the world," about the size of a chicken egg, had accumulated.

Thanks to a better understanding of the process, the output of the second batch of philosopher stones did increase significantly.

Lin Bo looked around at his disciples and said with a smile, "Last time when I made the Philosopher's Stone, I prepared an elixir of immortality for your classmates. This time, it's the same. You should all drink the elixir before you leave."

The nine newly joined apprentices were surprised to hear this. They looked at the three senior disciples, who smiled and dispelled the illusions, returning to their youthful appearances.

The new apprentices were all elderly people chosen by the Grand Master as his assistants, precisely because their lifespans were not long, so he bestowed upon them medicine to prolong their lives.

The golden elixir of immortality was given to the nine people, and they gradually regained their youthful vitality. Some of them sobbed softly, and after calming down, they bowed down to the Grand Master in worship.

"Teacher, may I keep this medicine?" the witch asked cautiously, holding the glass bottle.

This elixir of immortality can be taken multiple times, but it will still cause the body to be affected by aging. As the years go by, the body will become more and more fragile, gradually becoming as brittle as glass.

For those blessed with short lifespans, elixirs can remedy their shortcomings, restoring their appearance and demeanor to that of their age. However, no matter how much they drink, they cannot return to their youth.

Upon hearing this, the astrologer and jeweler quietly stopped taking their medicine and awaited the archmage's decision.

Lin Bo waved his hand to indicate that it was alright, "You can decide for yourself."

The witch, overjoyed, carefully put away the elixir. The astrologer pondered for a moment, shrugged, and drank the potion in one gulp. The jeweler frowned for a long time, hesitated repeatedly, and then carefully put the elixir away.

The disciples accompanied the Grand Master to tidy up the alchemy room, then took their leave and took the elevator away from the underground workshop.

Lin Bo carefully put away the philosopher's stone and did not linger in the workshop.

For him, refining the blood of the world was merely the first step on the path to ascension; what followed was truly tedious and crucial.

Even after repeated simplification and refinement, the genetic incantation of the Ascended Body still exceeds 120,000 characters.

He needed to chant mantras continuously for nearly 34 hours without sleep.

Without technological assistance, it would be impossible for a mortal to do this. Lin Bo had prepared enough medicine for himself, as well as a sturdy reclining chair.

"The sun has risen, my dear," the Tower Dragon whispered in the mage's ear. "Look, how beautiful."

Leaving the lighthouse, Lin Bo strolled across the ocean tide. To the east, the mountains bore the scorching white celestial body. The morning world was already bright. The shimmering water beneath his feet resembled a vast expanse of silver flakes. Birds sang and circled among the reefs. The full moon on the western horizon was about to sink, its golden face covered with dark spots of lunar maria.

Today is early summer in the Sailboat Islands.

The temperature and sea breeze were both very comfortable.

Lin Bo stepped into the shadow cast by the sea cliff, entered the cave, and arrived at the server room in the front courtyard, where the mechanical guards were already waiting.

Iron Guardian's intelligent program controlled this group of mechanical beings. For the next thirty-four hours, Lin Bo had little energy to pay attention to the outside world. He needed to replenish glucose and mushroom oil in real time to keep his mind active.

The mechanical guardian will regularly administer supplements and medications to him to ensure that his physiological functions do not collapse due to prolonged chanting. Emergency treatment can also be initiated in case of any accidents.

Lin Bo carefully cleaned his body with water, shaved his head and shaved his face, then changed into a soft and comfortable outfit and leaned back in a soft recliner.

A third-tier Word of Power can only control three True Names at the same time.

He formed a sword-finger seal and then softly chanted, "(Mantra) Computer, Blood of the World."

Lin Bo's perception extends into the electronic universe, forming an intelligent program.

This is his current spiritual being, an ability derived from the "mechanical intelligence" characteristic, which allows a portion of his mind to run within a computer, gaining immense computing power. This power is then integrated with the ultimate intelligence, "Crown of the Stars," giving him complete control over all the resources of the Lighthouse Network.

The mortal document stored on the computer was clearly imprinted in his mind. Next, he needed to translate this mortal incantation into the ancient Druid language. After a long period of repeated translation training, he had become quite proficient.

Reciting incantations requires a continuous consumption of mantra power. Lin Bo entered a state of slumber, coordinating and balancing his mind and body. Through multiple enhancements such as mushroom oil potions, vitality potions, and heart stone amulets, he ensured that his mantra power would not run out for the next thirty-four hours.

The monk closed his eyes, using the power of resonance to sense the philosopher's stone in his hand.

The human body contains approximately 30 trillion cells containing chromosomes, and even a newborn has about 1.5 trillion.

Lin Bo had never attempted to divide an object to such an order of magnitude.

He had previously conducted experiments on a philosopher's stone the size of a grain of sand and confirmed that as long as things were within his sensory range, they could be continuously divided through the art of life control.

The five senses—sight, hearing, taste, smell, and touch—are no longer able to capture objects at the chromosome level.

Only by relying on the special ability of Word Power Resonance, which transcends biological senses, can one continuously sense such a tiny scale. Once the connection is broken, these philosopher stones, smaller than dust, can no longer be detected.

Lin Bo silently considered all the steps of the plan, making sure everything was correct, and then let out a soft sigh.

The Tower Dragon's whisper echoed with the sound of waves blowing into the cave, "My dear, I wish you success."

"(Magic) Thank you."

The monk reopened his eyes and held up the philosopher's stone in his palm.

If all the chromosomes in a human body were gathered together, they would be about the size of a sugar cube. He wouldn't need that many Philosopher's Stones, but carving incantations on such a microscopic scale is incredibly difficult. Slightly increasing the volume of the chromosomes would significantly reduce the difficulty.

Therefore, Lin Bo prepared to exhaust all the World Blood he had at his disposal.

He didn't consider the possibility of failure; with a single thought, the chicken-shaped philosopher stone began to split.

One splits into two, two into four... The opaque polyhedron, as brilliant as a ruby, transforms into grains of sand, then into dust. They are connected to each other by invisible veins of light, and appear relatively clear to the mage, like a cluster of spherical galaxies, shimmering under the lamp.

As the number of splits increased, the philosopher's stone in his hand turned into a cloud of red mist.

As the scale shrinks further, the Philosopher's Stone particles begin to reflect light, and the red mist instantly turns into a milky white, water vapor-like color.

Lin Bo had estimated the number of splits, and it was enough. The number of Philosopher Stone particles in the mist before him had exceeded 30 trillion.

He slowly swallowed the saliva containing the drug, drank the throat-soothing soup handed to him by the mechanical guard, and then uttered the first word of the gene incantation.

What followed was a long, drawn-out murmur, as long as the border.

Lin Bo lay motionless in the chair, only his lips slightly parted.

The Lighthouse Master is not at the lighthouse.

The cape remains closed.

Shita Town is thriving. The construction team has already built a waterworks and a mushroom oil power plant, started laying sewers, provided water and electricity to every household, erected streetlights, and plans to build a road leading to Jinbei City.

Many pilgrims and believers have chosen to stay here for an extended period, dozens of houses are under construction, and various shops are gradually moving in.

The school hired more teachers.

The newspaper acquired a radio, and Stone Pagoda Town now has its own local radio program.

Fishermen offer sacrifices to seagulls, but the seagulls no longer go out to sea. Instead, they always circle and patrol in the sky and near the sea, turning into white vortexes in the sky, like an eye gazing at the earth.

Some residents living near the sea cliff where the Dongya Grottoes are located occasionally hear strange sounds, sometimes like bells and drums, sometimes like fire and laughter, and sometimes like thunder. They try to find the source of the sounds, but are stopped by seagulls and cannot approach the edge of the cliff.

From sunrise to sunset, the magical phenomena never ceased.

Lin Bo had several IV tubes hanging from his arm, his face was bloodless, and his body was constantly converting vitality into magical power, like a machine performing energy conversion.

He maintained his concentration and excitement, translating the incantation steadily and efficiently, without making a single mistake.

In the mental field, the Philosopher Stone particles, smaller than dust, were projected into the size of a Rubik's Cube. It was already extremely difficult to magnify a single particle to this extent through the perception extended by resonance, and he needed to carve 120,000 runes on the Rubik's Cube.

The transformation property of Lv3 Life Control Art allows Lin Bo to perfectly replicate the structure he envisions onto the object's form, saving him a lot of effort.

The words were engraved in my heart, and the words were recited aloud. It was 33:36:09.

A day and a night passed, and Lin Bo's face was extremely ashen, his temples were turning white, his pores no longer sweated, and his bodily functions had begun to collapse. Neither medicine nor amulets could repair the damage.

He continued the enchanting process calmly until the afternoon of the following day, when he finished reciting the last word.

The sun is about to set.

The orange-red seawater laps against the entrance of the grotto.

A rainstorm hit half of Shita Town. It came suddenly and stopped quickly, soaking the clothes and hats of many pedestrians.

The Lighthouse Master leaned quietly against the recliner, his hair as white as snow and his eyes devoid of brilliance.

A cloud of mist radiating iridescent white light floated before him; this was the chromosome of the ancient saint's body.

Using them is very simple; just introduce them into the body, and they will automatically disassemble the original body matter and reassemble it into a new form.

Lin Bo gazed at this magnificent work of enchanting, his thoughts seemingly snapped. Even as the sun disappeared and the sea turned blue, his empty heart remained devoid of any ideas.

Until the night wind carried the sound of the Tower Dragon.

"My dear, it's time to continue your work."

As if waking from a dream, the True Name Mage slowly raised his arm, and the floating enchanted philosopher stone began to approach him, wrapping around his fingers like a ribbon, seeping into his skin, flowing into his blood, and spreading throughout his body.

The body is being torn apart and reconstructed.

The cell is occupied by new chromosomes, and amino acids and proteins are transported and built according to incantation commands.

The pain spread as his nervous system collapsed, like flames burning a forest, from his limbs to his spine and then to his brain, and he briefly lost consciousness.

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Exemplary Quest: The Path to Ascension to the Ancient Saints (Exclusive to True Name Mages)

Progress: Initial Formation (Perfect Physique)

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Progress: Rebirth and Transformation (Approaching Perfection) (Immortal Body)

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Progress: Transformation and Rebirth (Great Achievement) (Immortal Form)

Lin Bo was awakened by the constant stream of pop-up messages.

He stood up from the recliner, his once snow-white hair now jet black.

The mechanical guards emitted a loud and cheerful notification sound, standing in an archway on both sides of the road. The mage walked with his hands behind his back to the entrance of the cave, and heard the sound of the tide under the moon and the stars congratulating him.

(End of this chapter)