Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 302 (Chapter 301) Perfection is Imperfect, Forged by the Spirit and God

As dusk settled over the airship, Lin Bo's little seagulls dozed by the window, the Death-Devouring Staff was stuck on the floor, and the Evil Eyes darted around, stealthily observing the mage at the table.

Lin Bo released the wire from his hand. His palm was charred black from the electric current, but the injury healed in the blink of an eye. He shook off a few broken pieces of ash, and his skin was still intact, as if it had never been damaged.

He was far from being fully recovered; his cells had merely recovered from thirst, and the radiance emanating from his body was still faint.

However, his current magical energy reserves are sufficient for him to attempt it.

Lin Bo's heart stirred. His body remained seated in the armchair, while a pale blue humanoid figure slowly rose from within his body. The staff beside the table lowered its gaze, adopting a meek and obedient demeanor. A small seagull flew over from the window, circling the spirit god and attempting to land on his shoulder, but missed its footing and hurriedly flapped its wings to take flight.

Spirits and deities are formed by demonic energy; they have form but no substance, and are similar to ghosts and spirits.

These formless entities have no nervous system; their actions, such as raising their hands or feet, all depend on their beliefs and thoughts. They can float and fly freely, unrestrained by gravity, which is very similar to the experience of controlling a flesh-and-blood body using the Flowing Technique.

Lin Bo now entrusts his mind to the spirit god, activates his original name's incantation, and uses the true words to control this light body. With just a slight push, he can transform into a rainbow shadow and shuttle back and forth, his speed truly comparable to lightning in the sky.

Oceanic magic has an extremely high affinity for light, electricity, and spirit, which is why it can move so fast.

Different types of magical energy can be activated at vastly different speeds under the control of the Flowing Technique. For example, negative energy and earth elemental energy are activated much more slowly.

At this moment, Lin Bo was enveloped in the demonic energy that had just been transformed within his body, and his spiritual light shone brightly. He silently recited the true name of the demonic energy with his soul's tongue, carefully sensing the abundant miraculous power inside and outside his divine body.

Once the demonic energy is subdued, one can then create runes from nothingness. Because demonic energy is tangible but intangible, it is impossible to directly carve runes onto it. Words can be carved on stone, but not on water vapor. Therefore, one can only shape the demonic energy into the form of characters.

The mage raised his hand and casually wrote a string of Gudorei words in the air, reciting them as he wrote. It included a dust-removing spell and a binding spell to fix the magic's power so that it would not be distorted or altered by external forces.

The azure traces left by my fingertips resembled strokes of the sky, eternally and stably remaining in the atmosphere.

The gentle aura emanating from the incantation transformed into a breeze that swept through the cabin. Dust from every nook and cranny was pushed out by the airflow, like a swarm of ants escaping through the cracks in the doors and windows.

If this spell is not actively dispelled, it will remain there until the magical energy is completely dissipated. As long as the magical energy is replenished in time, it can last forever.

The Gudorei language is condensed with magical energy, and the corrosive power of the power runes will not cause the magical energy to be lost or corrupted.

If advanced magical runes such as animistic star language or dragon language are inscribed, the strokes of the characters will be gradually distorted and erased. Even if magical energy is continuously replenished, it can only slow down the rate of decay.

Lin Bo continued to write incantations in the air with his fingers. Lines and strings of ancient Dorrey characters stood still in the atmosphere inside the cabin, quiet and bright. The broken strokes gathered in large numbers, like a school of fish, and the light they emitted dyed the room a translucent blue, like the shimmering shallow sea at noon.

These incantations are all simulating how computers work.

As Lin Bo's studies in the field of natural philosophy deepened, he came into contact with various advanced technologies in the multiverse. Some amazing technologies were limited by the unique physical characteristics of their respective universes and lacked universality, while basic sciences remained universal.

When designing the Magic Computer, he purchased a large amount of technical information from the Multi-Link Multi-Easy platform for reference. By selecting an excellent architecture, he was able to obtain maximum computing power with the simplest incantations.

It should be said that compared to genetic incantations, the incantations for building computers are much simpler, with a complexity equivalent to that of a single body organ.

As night fell, the floating fortress remained suspended near Star Wolf Town.

The airship was brightly lit, and a bewildered and joyful crowd wandered through the corridors and cabins. Cries could be heard everywhere, and mournful sounds, like a gathering of ghosts, echoed through the deck and bulkheads.

Outside the Temple of Enlightenment, the place was packed with people. Believers who wanted to see the vengeful woman moved forward step by step. Those who had finished their audience either shed tears or had their eyes downcast as they slowly made their way out.

Many players have also lingered outside Lin Bo's dormitory, only to stop when they saw the "Do Not Disturb" sign.

The windows of this cabin were illuminated by a blue glow, making it stand out from the stark white lights.

People on the ground admired the light show of the floating fortress. Many children were curious about the special blue star, while the adults nearby pretended to know what they were talking about and said it was a signal light.

As dawn broke, the celebration banquet was about to begin, and the footsteps on the corridors became more numerous and busier.

Freshly harvested fruits and vegetables from the hydroponic aquaculture area, along with expensive meats stored in the warehouse, were all sent to the galley. Thick, fragrant steam billowed from the exhaust pipes, drifting in through the open portholes, where many crew members, soldiers, and children were clamoring with hunger.

Food is precious in this era because the land has been polluted by divine evil. Crops that appear normal are actually poisonous. Hydroponic crops are limited by energy and fertilizer, unable to feed everyone in the world. Animal husbandry is extremely small-scale, and wild animals have either been corrupted into monstrous offspring or have already gone extinct.

Being able to eat meat was a symbol of a rich and prosperous life.

Even with scarce resources, the food for the celebration was provided without limit; its preciousness made it all the more important. This banquet was prepared for the White Dragon Heavenly Calamity, but the monk himself did not attend.

He stayed in the cabin, taking volcanic ash pills to recharge and store energy. He didn't need to eat to fill his stomach, and his mind was focused on his work. He had long forgotten about the banquet.

His abundant energy allowed him to work for long periods without feeling tired at all. The sun, moon, and stars circulated together, and the blue light shining through the porthole remained bright and clear.

The celebration continues, and the priests of the Earth Church have regained divine favor, their spellcasting abilities, lost for six centuries, have returned. The prophet frequently casts "Hero's Feast," providing delicious food and positive buffs to players across the network.

After having eaten their fill, the players embarked on new story missions, carrying the Earth's Sacred Abode Totem to plant their flags on the surface, battling the rampaging tentacles of the Divine Abominations, and resisting the siege waves of the Abominations' offspring.

Lin Bo also received many invitations from friends, but he politely declined them all and did not participate in these less difficult tasks.

The banquet was to last for seven days. Countless warriors and civilians had entered the banquet hall to dine, hoping to catch a glimpse of the epic heroes, but all had left disappointed.

Inside the top deck cabin, the atmosphere was filled with the dark blue ancient Dorrean characters, as if the room were flooded with seawater.

A luminous humanoid figure stood in the center, surveying the incantations in all directions. The electric light, transformed from magical energy, flowed and transmitted along the framework of the incantations, like hundreds of millions of starlight floating. Each flash was a calculation, and they flashed so fast that they seemed to burn eternally.

The little seagull stood atop the Life-Devouring Staff, its claws gripping the Evil Eye, the oppressed staff daring not to utter a word of complaint.

The spirit stepped back into its body, resonating with the computational unit of the Mage's Appearance, merging with the Crown of Stars, and a ring of ethereal blue light bloomed behind its head.

Close your eyes, sit quietly and meditate, silently reciting your name, magical energy, and computer, sensing the magical energy flowing within your spirit.

Lin Bo took a light breath, and the brilliant magical runes in the room, drawn by his mind, disintegrated and dissipated, turning into pure magical energy that flowed back into his mind through his seven orifices.

He remained silent, while his soul began to chant a long incantation.

Within the head of the spirit, surging demonic energy began to gradually materialize into characters, one character at a time, unhurriedly.

From dawn until dusk, as the first rays of golden sunlight streamed through the window, Lin Bo opened his eyes.

[Network notification: Your Exemplary Mission has new progress]

Forging a spirit (in its initial form) (spiritual harmony)

[Your Exemplary Mission Has New Progress]

Forging a spirit (approaching perfection) (impure and mixed)

[Your Exemplary Mission Has New Progress]

Forging a spiritual spirit (Perfect yet flawed) (Pure and refined)

He looked around and saw the Life-Devouring Staff lying on the ground, with the little seagull smugly stepping on the evil eye on the staff's head.

With a slight shift in his thoughts, Lin Bo deduced the entire process of the little seagull's battle with the Life-Devouring Staff, as if time were flowing backward before his eyes.

The second part of the exemplary task has been completed. The final stage of the spiritual god is perfection without flaw, and there is still room for continuous improvement.

Only the final step of solidifying the sacred embryo remains. Lin Bo pondered silently, summoned the young king, and raised his staff.

He strolled out of the cabin where he had been in seclusion for seven days and came to the banquet hall, which was almost over. At this time, the only people still eating were waiters, cooks and helpers.

The monk joined the final feast, slowly enjoying the leftover wine and feeding the young king some food. Then he rose to say goodbye, returned to his cabin, flipped through a book, watched the sunset outside the window, and pondered the path ahead.

(End of this chapter)