Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 360 Spiritual God's Skin, Heavenly Distance True Name

"It's done." The Grand Master stopped chanting, lowered his eyes, and breathed out, his expression softening.

The spirit suspended in the air was no longer as blurry as a shadow in the morning light, but as clear and real as a metal statue.

On his skin, the mysterious Gudorei runes were densely interwoven, like raindrops falling on a windowpane and gathering into a film of water, still flowing as if alive.

As the spirit was enveloped by the Heavenly Distance Holy Embryo, the azure aura of the magical energy completely subsided.

The harmonious gathering of natural forces invoked by the Gudorei runes allowed the Holy Embryo to release a clear, delicate radiance, as clear as liquid glass, without the peculiar smell of magical substances, but as pure as the light of the sun, moon, and stars.

The spirit's body was thus imbued with color, appearing almost like a living, breathing flesh and blood body, only faintly glowing.

Its skin, black hair, and eyes were all like its true form, and its clothing was also a manifestation of the sacred embryo's skin. However, there was no flesh or blood tissue beneath this skin, only abundant marine magical energy.

With a thought, Lin Bo's spirit returned to its body, merging seamlessly with the immortal form radiating azure light, becoming one with it.

As the visceral method of touch, ingrained in his body's instincts, intersected with the sensory experience of the Heavenly Distance Holy Embryo, he felt as if he were wearing a very tight rubber glove, with the muscles in his palms being compressed by an invisible force. So he repeatedly clenched his fists, extended his palms, and moved his ten fingers.

This is an illusion caused by an imbalance between mind and body.

As the endoscopic technique penetrated deep into his bone marrow and spirit, he experienced a variety of chaotic nerve signals coming from his hands, sometimes like needle pricks, sometimes like burning, and sometimes like numbness and soreness, as if all the blood vessels under the skin were throbbing, like the rhythm of a seed germinating.

This discomfort lasted for a while, and both Lin Bo and the Grand Master remained silent.

Until the endoscopic method of touch and the divine fetus were perfectly matched and aligned, the delusional hallucinations finally subsided, and a previously ignored sensory signal began to become clear.

He raised his hand and waved it in the air. The light air didn't obstruct his movement much, but at the same time he felt a faint gravitational wave, like paddling in a gentle stream, with a slight sense of pressure.

At this moment, the space itself, which contains stars and all things, was finally perceived and captured by him. Thus, this magnificent and majestic source was no longer silent and began to speak to the mage. This overwhelming power fluctuation described everything it carried in ancient sacred language.

The rich information contained within the magical phrases formed a clear picture in Lin Bo's mind.

He saw the "distance between heavens" with the mind's eye.

The spacetime bubble is a closed environment, and external gravitational waves cannot enter it, so Lin Bo's vision is limited to this.

He saw himself and the Grand Mage in this place, saw the iron pellets and steel bars in his ammunition pouch, and saw the flesh and blood beneath his skin and the internal organs inside his body.

Lin Bo simply couldn't find the spirit, since this thing was integrated with the physical body, existing between existence and non-existence, and thus it was hidden without a trace.

The view from the sky is ultimately limited, but its wonder lies in the fact that it does not distinguish between "near and far", "large and small" or "inside and outside", and can encompass all things that exist in space.

"Have you figured out how to discover the true name of the Heavenly Distance?" The Grand Master felt the same way as Lin Bo, and he urged the true body to take another step forward and master this vast and boundless source power as soon as possible.

"The thing that opposes the Celestial Dimension is naturally kinetic energy. Please help us stir up a vast ocean of kinetic energy and force the Celestial Dimension into silence," Lin Bo pleaded with a smile.

The Grand Mage readily agreed, raising his hand and unleashing a pure but weak repulsive wave that swept towards Lin Bo like an unstoppable gust of wind, forcing him to stagger backward, his flesh and blood feeling as if they were being torn apart.

This repulsive force transformed into a circulating current, flowing around and carrying Lin Bo like a small raft adrift within it. At that moment, he closed his eyes and meditated, the powerful roar in his ears overwhelming the whispers of the heavens.

The Grand Master smiled slightly and began to meditate. Through the resonance of his words, he merged his thoughts with his true form, providing some assistance in his comprehension of the True Name Rune.

As dusk fell, the Lighthouse Academy's courses came to an end, and tomorrow was exam day. Tonight was for review and preparation. If they failed the assessment and did not complete the storyline quest "The Archmage's Approval," they would not be forcibly declared dead. They could still leave through the automatically opening passage after the countdown ended, but naturally, the quest rewards would be gone.

This is also the difference between a World Pass and a copy of the invitation.

The former has limited freedom, can only trigger specific tasks, and the rewards are limited, while there is no penalty for failing to complete the task.

The latter has strict requirements for passing the level. If the conditions are not met, a mandatory penalty will be imposed when the countdown ends, either resulting in death or the deduction of a large amount of disaster coins and experience points.

The Bad Boys Alliance had no intention of reviewing their lessons; instead, they planned to take advantage of the quiet of the night to plot the Lighthouse's secret treasure.

At dinner time, the nine people gathered at one table.

"I wonder what kind of special training the mage and his assistant are doing. It's perfect that they're not around, making it easier for us to get started." Tiflin rubbed his hands together maliciously, the devil's tail on his back throbbing excitedly like a live snake.

[Frosty Stew Pot] was so frightened by his terrifying expression that he almost dropped his soup spoon. "You're not planning to kill me, are you?"

"I'm not crazy!" Tiflin was startled by her words, his tail standing straight up. He glanced left and right, then relaxed and pouted. "Let's organize the intelligence first. Pointy Ears, you speak."

The Dragon Vein Sorcerer twitched his ears, snorted in dissatisfaction, and then briefly recounted the reconnaissance report of the underground workshop to everyone.

Upon learning that there were only some functional rooms and no hidden treasure chamber, everyone was slightly disappointed.

The illusionist adjusted his glasses. "The mage's alchemy skills are definitely not bad. It's reasonable to assume that he would have shared the elixir of immortality with his assistants at the time. I've found out that he concocted the elixir twice. The first time, he had seven assistants, and the second time, he had twelve. Three of them participated in the alchemy process repeatedly."

"So that means?" The bad boys' eyes lit up.

“Under ideal conditions, each of those three apprentices doing repetitive work would have a spare bottle of longevity elixir,” Tiflin chuckled. “At least pale gold quality, and dark gold quality isn’t out of the question. Big profit, friends.”

Exemplary adventurers have largely escaped the financial constraints of their early days, but the costs of their self-invested projects have also skyrocketed, with consumption levels thousands or even tens of thousands of times higher than at the beginning. No matter how many Disaster Coins they have, it's never enough, so they should seize every opportunity to make money.

The halfling lowered his head and whispered, "Taking what others cherish is not the behavior of a righteous gentleman."

The Flying Sword Apprentice also frowned, but he didn't care about any elixir of immortality. He just sighed with worry, "Master."

The bad boys were about to argue when they heard this and immediately straightened their backs, pretending to be honest and docile.

The group exchanged glances: "The mage is back?" "Where is he?" "What, he's not back?"
Whew—I let out a long breath.

"Hey, why did you suddenly scare us?" Tifflin frowned reproachfully.

The Flying Sword Apprentice glanced at him lazily, "I was just thinking about how to win a move or two from the master. You guys have something to hide."

"Don't be silly. The mage here is just a shadow in the dungeon. Since you admire him so much, why don't you go find his real body and fawn over him?"

"As long as I gain something, it doesn't matter who I consult. A master is a master. Even if it's just a stone tablet he left by the roadside, I would still admire and study it. Let alone his own projection!" [Flying Sword Apprentice] said somewhat anxiously, "Sigh, I want to find him, but he's nowhere to be found."

Tifflin couldn't refute it either. "You have a point. Alright, enough of this nonsense. Let's divide the work and go find those three apprentices to sound them out. Ideally, we should find a way to get them to hand over the elixir of immortality willingly."

(End of this chapter)