Super Dimensional Academy

Feng Mo: "Huh?"

Feng Mo, who was pondering something, tilted his head in confusion.

After all, in his opinion, this was no big deal at all. It was just a matter of using Wood Release to create a wooden house. It was too easy.

When he first obtained Wood Release from Hashirama Senju, he accidentally created a giant tree version of the Great Wall because he didn't control his chakra output well.

Of course, based on a certain mindset, he still took back the "Great Wall".

"Oh, it's nothing serious, get some rest. We'll be summoned tomorrow, right?"

Feng Mo waved his hand dismissively and then walked towards his room.

Even after he left, Eileen was still in a daze. Karen couldn't stand it anymore, so she angrily dragged her up and pulled her back to the room.

As for Isaac and the other two.

They also have detached wooden houses, about the size of a toilet.

Feng Mo stated that someone as kind as himself would never discriminate.

Early the next morning.

Because of the time difference, Feng Mo woke up very early.

After washing up, as he went outside to breathe in the fresh air, he sensed a fluctuation of spiritual energy. The fluctuation was not very stable, as if it was practicing something.

He sensed it and immediately knew who was practicing behind the cabin.

"You're really working hard."

Feng Mo disappeared from the spot.

When he reappeared, he was already behind Karen.

Looking at Karen's serious yet somewhat dejected expression, he said, "You really want to catch up with Ellen, don't you?"

Karen was startled, but breathed a sigh of relief after turning around and seeing that it was Feng Mo.

She hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Want to catch up with Ai Lian?

of course!

really want!

Even in my wildest dreams!

So she always trained several hours earlier than everyone else, all for that day to come.

However, compared to Ailian's talent, she was far inferior.

It's as if ordinary people are far inferior to her.

Feng Mo smiled and shook his head, then strolled behind Karen, extended an index finger, and touched a spot slightly below Karen's neck.

Because Karen was still wearing her pajamas, there were no clothes covering her, and Feng Mo's index finger directly touched her fair skin.

Karen suddenly snapped to attention, and even her usually composed demeanor flushed with a blush.

"Feel my fingers."

Feng Mo completely ignored the girl's shyness, his fingers slowly sliding down, moving behind Karen with a unique rhythm.

Of course, most of the time it was through clothes!

Karen was initially a little shy, and even complained in her heart about Feng Mo's harassment. But later, she found that under Feng Mo's guidance, her spiritual power completed a transmission and storage process in a way that was dozens of times smoother than before.

As soon as Feng Mo withdrew his hand, Karen turned around abruptly, her face full of surprise: "What kind of operation is this?!"

"It's nothing serious." Feng Mo waved his hand casually, then turned and left. "I've given you the item, so you can practice on your own."

Karen: "May I... tell Ellen?"

"Yes, you can, but you can only tell her. And when you tell her is your own business."

Just as he was about to disappear around the corner, he suddenly turned back.

"If you want to catch up, then tell her later."

"Incidentally."

Feng Mo raised his index finger and smiled at Karen.

"It's so smooth~"

After saying that, he left, leaving Karen with her pretty face completely red, wishing she could disappear into the ground.

However, not long after, a smile appeared on her still flushed face.

"What a special person..."

……

That night.

The five people arrived at a plain outside the forest.

Magic furnace, secret arts, ley lines.

Everything is ready.

Feng Mo lay on his side, yawning, watching the three people busy at work with a bored expression.

Karen sat next to him, watching him with a light laugh.

Karen was originally in charge of the equipment in another location, but because Feng Mo took care of it casually, she had some free time and came here to rest.

"Huh? I see. It's not a summoning, it's creation. You guys are really bold."

After glancing at it for a few moments, Feng Mo understood what Isaac and the other two were doing.

In the parlance of this world, they were using elven magic to gather the spiritual power of the entire world and create a perfect being.

Karen: "Brother Feng Mo, do you think it will go smoothly?"

Feng Mo: "With me here, even if things don't go smoothly, they will."

'When did she start calling me Brother Feng Mo?'

The question flashed through his mind for a second before Feng Mo put it out of his mind.

Karen's mouth seemed to be blessed; not long after she finished speaking, something happened to the three of them.

The spiritual energy that had been gathered suddenly broke down. Even though the creation was already halfway done, this break meant that all the previous preparations would be in vain!

The creation of the Primal Spirits is about to fail!

Chapter 89

"How could we fail?!"

Isaac's obsession and madness were beyond Feng Mo's imagination. He let out a roar and, at the moment when his spiritual power was interrupted, he poured his own spiritual power into the ball of light in front of him.

He wanted to fill the void of spiritual energy in the world with his own strength.

His actions were clearly wishful thinking and no different from suicide.

Whether it was Karen, Ellen, Elliott, or even Isaac himself, they all knew.

In just one second, Isaac will be drained.

But he still recklessly threw himself into this crazy act, his eyes burning with hatred.

However, the next second, his expression froze.

With a "snap," the ball of light flashed, deflecting Isaac's spiritual power.

It was almost as if she loathed him, and she wouldn't allow his spiritual power to pollute her body!

Isaac's expression was so ugly it was almost distorted.

Even if it goes against the instinct of life, even if it disappears completely before being created, a life form that is not yet fully formed will not accept his spiritual power!

This was worse than death for the proud Isaac.

Seeing this, Feng Mo grinned, suddenly feeling a surge of affection for the still-developing Feng Yanyu.

He flicked his finger, and a stream of pure source energy flew out.

Before the source energy had fully approached the ball of light, a pair of semi-transparent light hands suddenly emerged from within the ball of light.

The light hand grabbed the energy ball at an extremely fast speed, then quickly pulled it back into the energy ball, holding it tightly.

The way she was so eager made it seem like she was afraid someone would snatch it from her.

"..."

Isaac's gaze was blank.

Click...

It seemed as if such a voice came from the depths of the darkness.

Perhaps someone's heart is broken.

Karen and the other two looked at Isaac with sympathy.

Without comparison, there is no harm. But with this comparison, let alone harm, they would probably want to commit suicide.

However, they soon lost interest in considering how many pieces of Isaac's heart had actually broken.

A strong surge of spiritual energy suddenly emanated from the ball of light.

The creation process, which was originally only half completed, was completed in an extremely short time after the light orb obtained the source power of Feng Mo, as if a fast-forward button had been pressed!

'This really is a monster!!!'

Elliott looked at Feng Mo in horror.

This is the creation of life!

They used elven magic to gather the spiritual power of the entire world, and it took them nearly five minutes to complete half of it!

And he!

He simply released a ball of unknown energy, and that replenished the remaining half!

Does that mean that Feng Mo's casual strike might be equivalent to the spiritual energy of a world condensed for five minutes?!

You fucking tell me you're a god and I'll believe you!

Elliott made up his mind that no matter what the reason, he would never provoke Feng Mo again!

Otherwise, you really won't even know how you died.

Meanwhile, Karen and Ellen looked at Feng Mo with expressions of adoration.

Since ancient times, beauties have loved heroes.

This is not because beautiful women are snobbish.

It's a bear... it doesn't love anyone!

Those who ultimately chose the bear were either too old or simply not qualified to choose it!

Feng Mo ignored their gazes and stared at the Primal Spirit that was gradually taking shape.

Her posture in the wedding dress was almost pure and beautiful.

But that was Chonggong Ling, not Fengyanyu.

Feng Mo frowned slightly: "What's going on?"

Was it a mistake on my part, or did something else happen in 25 years that caused Mio Takamiya to become Fuuyan?

Just as he was deep in thought, an unexpected event occurred.

[Ding! Source of mutation detected!]

The source is... an evil god!

[Hyperdimensional Mission Released!]