Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 312 Revealing Secrets from a Fragmented Scroll: The Principles of Creation
"What a thick fog."

This is an ordinary morning on the coast of Shita Town. The white fog in the atmosphere is thick and cool, with a feel like fine silk, squeezing into the houses through the cracks in the doors and windows, and spreading to every corner of the man-made world.

Before dawn, the disciples had all gotten up and finished washing up.

The astrologer mixed wheat bran with kitchen scraps in a basin, then went out and followed the misty dirt road to the chicken coop at the shepherd's hut. He fed the chickens and ducks, then led two lambs out to graze on a meadow outside town.

The fog along the way was like an endless sea, but it parted the road as he passed, preventing the two lambs from getting lost. The astrologer looked at the fog thoughtfully.

The witch was bent over her desk, carefully annotating her young disciples' assignments and papers. The steam from the soup simmering overnight in the cauldron beside the table billowed and swirled in the mist.

She looked around and found herself surrounded by thick fog, yet not a drop of fog came near her.

The apprentices on the cape drank the mushroom oil potion and chanted incantations to drive away the fog. The thick fog then departed from the cape and moved towards the town. It was a quiet and peaceful morning in Stone Tower Town.

As fishing boats return to port at night, bakeries open their doors, and farmers from nearby villages gather in baskets and on their backs, forming a vegetable market where they display freshly harvested fruits and vegetables from their fields.

The grocer set out early, heading to the fish market, vegetable market, and bakery in town. He then went to the dormitory where his children and young apprentices lived, and went into the kitchen where smoke began to rise.

The mist enveloped the town, its delicate moisture brushing against the curtains and roof tiles, lingering on the moss on the steps, yet never touching anyone, never blocking the streets, and never hindering the fishing boats' return to port.

The dense fog, like a giant white cat, treads upon everything, man-made and natural, yet carefully avoids human society's production and daily life. People look around at the blurry things swallowed by the fog, and then at the clear faces of others, never before feeling their own existence so distinctly separate from nature.

The sun rose, and the scorching summer sunlight burned away the thick fog. In an instant, the fog dissipated, turning into a dry wind that made the window frames crackle, the weathervane on the roof creak and sway, and the new national flag hanging on the flagpole in front of the town hall flutter and sway, but never brushed against anyone's face.

Everything in Stone Tower Town that was dead came to life, while the living things remained silent, enveloped by the wind.

The astrologer drove the lambs up a hillside in the suburbs, and a gentle breeze sweeping in from the town flattened the wild grass, rubbing the lambs' soft wool like a palm.

"Grand Master!" the lighthouse apprentice blurted out, bowing deeply in respect.

The gentle breeze that came from the town and headed straight for the sea roared past like a fully loaded train, while the tail end of the wind gently patted the astrologer's shoulder.

He looked up and watched the wind go by. Along the way, the grass and trees swayed, dust and pollen danced in the sunlight, the river surface rippled, and the sandy beach churned up dust. Finally, the wind rushed into the sea, turning into a high, rolling wave that disappeared into the distance.

Lin Bo adapted to his formless body. When he transformed into mist, wind, and waves, he could perceive light and vibrations, listen to the sounds of all things, and then convert these into sensory information. In this way, even after losing all his organs and concealing his spirit, he could still see the world clearly and not become a mindless, unfeeling chaos.

Transforming oneself into a non-living entity is an extremely dangerous operation. When one loses the ability to think and the ability to receive stimuli, it becomes almost impossible to maintain self-awareness.

If it weren't for the echo of his true name keeping him rational, his mind relying on the spirit, and his habit of directly capturing the voice of all things, Lin Bo wouldn't dare guarantee that he could find his true form.

The Word of Transfiguration is indeed the most dangerous of all the class skills.

However, Lin Bo experienced a wonderful lightness during the transformation process. Previously, he was unable to use magic to turn inanimate objects into living things, but when he transformed himself into mist, wind, and waves, this problem was solved almost immediately.

Freed from the constraints of solid flesh and blood, and controlling gases and fluids with his mind, Lin Bo felt his immense existence, more magnificent than a blue whale. His arms were like the wind that swept through a thousand doors and windows, and the mist he exhaled could cover sixty thousand roof tiles.

The Tower Dragon once said something similar.

The magnificent, intangible existence is the posture closest to the spirit of the world.

Lin Bo felt his body squeeze into the narrow crevice, shaking the leaves and cloth, and circling in front of the walls and cliffs.

Unrestrained, flowing with the environment.

This is the essence of using the art of controlling flow to drive the art of controlling life.

Even though he can sculpt things with great detail, replicating even the cells, he is also sculpting frameworks and barriers.

Flesh and blood must be supported by bones, skin must cover tendons and bones, and four-legged beasts must crawl on the ground. The more one pursues absolute precision, the more one will fall into the abyss of logic and lose infinite possibilities. Lin Bo already knew the source of vitality, which did not lie in expressing vivid and rich emotions or lifelike movements, but simply in two elements: the abnormal and the changeable.

He also knew the secret of advancing to the art of life control: it was not about pursuing the ultimate "transformation," but rather the opposite: returning to the most primitive and primal state of life.

This is also the most crucial shift in belief as the transition from Absolute Control Technique to Flow Control Technique.

When the world descends into absolute stillness and immutability, it moves towards its opposite. In this way, all that has passed in history will be resurrected and repeated. This is a regression, but also a kind of progress.

Lv2 Absolute Control Technique is powered by Flow Control Technique, capable of restoring all things to their original form and mending broken pieces. This is not time reversal, but rather event reversal.

The art of controlling the flow is not only forward, but also backward, being both the end and the source of the river. Therefore, the five controls form a circle, circulating continuously.

On the sea, a towering wave suddenly collapsed and condensed into the human form of a mage.

After the transformation effect wore off, Lin Bo glanced at the message on the information board.

[Network notification: Successfully deciphered the knowledge fragment "List of Treasures of the Lost Divine Kingdom"]

[Skill [Transfiguration] Level Limit Break: When training Arcane (True) skills, base proficiency permanently increases by 1]

The "All-Encompassing" trait is locked; upgrade skills to unlock it.

He did not linger, but immediately took out another tattered scroll and put in 10000 disaster coins.

[Important Notice from the Comprehensive Network: You have unlocked a fragment of a knowledge scroll]

[The skill [True Word Control - Life] has encountered a critical bottleneck; the Knowledge Fragment will provide the solution.]

[Important Notice from the Comprehensive Network: "Entering the Dream of the Great" once again observes your magical creations from its deep slumber. It is greatly amazed by your progress, but regrets that you have gone astray...]

[Temporary features have been added. Please find out the true nature of these features before resealing the knowledge fragments.]

Lin Bo took out an iron pellet from his ammunition pouch, silently recited his true name, and activated his incantation.

The round, shiny silver metal lay in the monk's palm.

There is no need to give creation any internal structure; just regard strength as the naturally existing bones and muscles.

In an instant, the iron ball in Lin Bo's hand suddenly turned into a pool of flowing liquid, with iron spikes constantly growing on its surface, as if it were boiling slightly.

There is no need to introduce magical energy to give creations a false soul; one only needs to follow one's inner instincts and react to external circumstances, flowing, transforming, attacking, and defending.

The molten iron surged forth, transforming into a long snake coiling around the finger, into a gecko climbing the sleeve, dissipating into a mist of iron covering the cheek, and shrinking into a bullet that fell back into the palm. The steel no longer mimicked any birds or beasts, but seemed to possess its own spirit.

[Network notification: Successfully comprehended the fragment of knowledge, "Entering the Dream of the Great"]

[Skill [True Word Control - Life] Level Limit Break: When training Arcane (True) skills, base proficiency permanently increases by 1]

The "Creation" trait is locked; upgrade skills to unlock it.

Lin Bo suddenly realized that he had unconsciously entered a state of unintentionality, but not with the aid of the characteristics of the Fire Divination Ritual. The five techniques of control were running in parallel without conflict, and he had vaguely grasped the key to the unity of the five techniques, starting with the technique of flow control and ending with the technique of flow control.

He seemed to have seen the highest realm of Mantra Mantra, where the five beliefs did not conflict but blended together.

The path ahead is roughly clear, but we still need to climb step by step to improve each of our techniques to perfection.

(End of this chapter)