parentshiftbook Chapter 679 News and Visions for the Future
Chapter 679 News and Visions for the Future
Chapter 679 News and Visions for the Future
Jemin nodded in satisfaction, then took out the Magic Network Terminal from the cabinet next to him.
When he was preparing to go into seclusion, Jemin sealed away everything that might generate additional information to prevent it from affecting his breakthrough.
Because he hadn't expected it to take so long when he first went into seclusion, Jemin didn't set up any automatic replies or similar features.
Three hundred years of seclusion means that this terminal has accumulated three hundred years of unread information.
He ran his fingertips across the surface of the terminal, and a pale blue light illuminated.
Then my screen was flooded with all sorts of information.
The list of information cascaded down the projection like a waterfall.
Most of them are routine notifications from the Star Ring Federation and information pushes from the Norren Workshop.
Jemin quickly glanced through it; it mainly contained information about Norren Workshop's progress in expanding into some new planes, as well as a summary of the battles in several long-standing "Elite Trial Grounds" planes.
This information wasn't important to him; it was merely a reference for understanding the movements of the Norren Workshop.
He filtered out these routine notifications and focused his attention on private communication records.
Then his expression froze slightly.
Viola: Missed calls (23 times)
Clark: Missed calls (3 times)
"Holy crap!"
Jemin's eyes widened slightly.
Viola had 23 missed calls, which is a lot, but not particularly surprising given her personality.
She was the kind of person who would call her junior once every few decades to inquire about his recent situation in a lazy and elegant tone.
But Clark's three missed calls made Jamie's heart skip a beat.
He knows his mentor too well.
Clark was the kind of person who was taciturn and had an unchanging expression; he always spoke as little as possible.
Unless Jemin takes the initiative to ask him questions, Clark almost never initiates communication.
On the rare occasions when he initiated proactive communication, it was always to notify people of important matters.
If someone calls three times in a row like this, it must mean something important happened.
After checking and seeing that his mentor hadn't left a message, Jemin didn't hesitate to dial Clark's number.
On the crystal slab, runes flashed rhythmically, representing an attempt to establish a cross-dimensional connection.
The icon representing the communication request spun several times —
A moment later, the call did not connect.
Seeing that the terminal automatically switched to voicemail mode, Jieming took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Mentor, this is Jieming. I just finished a research project and saw that you had missed calls. I'm very sorry I couldn't answer in time. Please feel free to contact me if you need anything; I'm always ready."
Hang up the communication.
Without the slightest hesitation, he dialed Viola's number again.
This time, the connection was established very quickly.
A screen of light was projected above the crystal slab, and Viola's face appeared within it.
She appeared to be sitting in an exquisitely furnished study, with dark wooden bookshelves and a crystal vase filled with pale purple flowers behind her.
She hasn't been seen for three hundred years, and her appearance hasn't changed at all.
However, this is quite normal, as the life form of a level six wizard has long been solidified, and time is unlikely to leave any trace on their appearance.
She was still wearing that well-tailored dark blue robe, with a badge at the collar signifying her mastery of potions.
Her long, silver-gray hair was loosely tied up at the back of her head, with a few strands hanging down her fair neck.
Her features were delicate and dignified, and the corners of her mouth still held that familiar, enigmatic, elegant smile.
"Oh dear." Viola's voice came from the light screen, carrying a hint of almost imperceptible pleasure. "Isn't this our junior? Three hundred years have passed. If Felix hadn't not sent you a message about your death, I would have thought you had accidentally died in some corner of some dimension."
Jemin coughed lightly: "Senior, I'm sorry, I was in seclusion researching some things, I didn't expect time to pass so quickly."
"Secluded yourself to research something?" Viola's eyebrows rose slightly, a hint of amusement flashing in her light green eyes. "Three hundred years, and you haven't even had time to answer a single communication?"
"More or less," Jemin mumbled, then steered the conversation back on track, "Senior, I saw that my advisor called me three times but I can't reach him now. Do you know what it's about?"
Viola's expression softened slightly; the playful smile faded, replaced by an unusual seriousness.
"The old man is getting a promotion," she said.
Jemin was stunned.
"Promotion?"
"Hmm." Viola leaned back in her chair, crossing her long legs. "After he returned with that activated plane wizard from Starfall, the data collection was complete. He said it was almost done, and he's ready to advance."
Jemin took a deep breath.
Who is your mentor?
He was hailed as the strongest genius in the history of the Norren Workshop, and even now, Jemin felt that the title was well-deserved.
A monster-level genius who can learn a new law after just a couple of glances and is determined to study all laws before advancing in rank.
At level six, he could easily defeat a group of level seven wizards, and Jemin even suspected that wizards of the same level from the living plane might not be able to beat his own mentor!
However, because of his mentor's lofty ideals, his promotion was extremely difficult, and Jemin didn't even think that his mentor could be promoted in a short period of time.
But unexpectedly—
"My mentor... he's studied all the known laws?" Jemin's voice was tinged with disbelief.
"Not only that." Viola's voice became somewhat subtle, as if stating a fact, yet also recounting a legend. "The old man seems to have gone even further—he's practically a monster!"
Jemin remained silent for a moment.
That being said, it's not entirely incomprehensible that Instructor Clark was promoted.
After all, when he was trying to study the activated plane, he had already revealed very important information: his research on various laws had probably entered the final stage!
Suddenly, another question popped into Jemin's mind: "By the way, does it take a very long time for a sixth-level wizard to advance to a seventh-level wizard?"
"If you include the preparations before the promotion, then it will indeed take quite a while. However, if you're asking about being fully prepared and simply making the breakthrough, it certainly won't be too slow," Viola said, crossing her legs.
"That's been three hundred years already, so my mentor—he's probably alright, isn't he?" Jemin asked hesitantly.
Viola rolled her eyes upon hearing this: "When I said 'fast,' I meant ordinary wizards. The old man has an absurdly large number of laws at his disposal. Advancing through them one by one definitely won't be something that can be done in a short time!"
After thinking about it, Jemin agreed, since even Clark himself probably couldn't count the number of laws he had mastered.
Such accumulation requires an extremely long time to deduce all the rules to the point where advancement is possible.
"However—it didn't take as long as I thought." Viola picked up her teacup, took a small sip, and said, "He said the data is sufficient. You know that old man; he doesn't say things he's not sure about."
Of course, Jemin knew.
Clark never says anything he's not sure about.
His "almost done" is seen as "a sure thing" by others.
"Even so, I probably won't be able to see my mentor for a while." Jemin's voice carried a hint of barely suppressed surprise. "No wonder I couldn't get in touch with him earlier."
"Hmm." Viola put down her teacup. "He's gone back to his private dimension, probably for another few hundred years. It's normal that we can't contact him; he's probably setting up various protective and auxiliary facilities for his advancement. After all, although the old man is strong, the more powerful a wizard's advancement, the bigger the commotion and the easier it is to attract trouble."
Jemin slowly exhaled.
Advancing from level six to level seven represents a leap from "solidification of the law" to "expansion or deepening of the law."
Strictly speaking, a level seven wizard is somewhat similar to the Void Refining Realm in the cultivation system. There is actually no major qualitative change in the level itself; it is simply preparation for advancing to level eight.
Of course, this doesn't mean that a level seven wizard is weak.
After all, the expansion or deepening of the laws of a seventh-level wizard means that he has mastered a vast amount of new knowledge.
For wizards, knowledge is power!
And once Clark is promoted—
He dared not think.
How strong would someone who could defeat a group of level 7 wizards at level 6 become after advancing to level 7?
Even ordinary level eight wizards would probably give him some leeway.
"I understand." Jemin's voice returned to calm, but the turmoil in his heart was still churning. "Thank you for letting me know, senior."
"You're welcome." Viola's elegant yet slightly twisted smile returned. "By the way, now that you've emerged from seclusion, come see me sometime. The old man has advanced in rank; we students should at least show our appreciation. And—"
She drawled, "I've recently developed a new batch of pain potions, and the quality is quite good. I need a suitable test subject."
Jemin's lips twitched.
"I will try my best to schedule the time."
"That means you agree." Viola's smile deepened. "I'm really looking forward to it, junior."
The communication was disconnected.
Jemin stared at the darkened screen, remained silent for a few seconds, and then let out a long breath.
My advisor is getting a promotion.
But what Jemin thought about first was his future path.
Since merging with the Dao, he realized that he had somewhat underestimated the Dao-merging state's ability to master the laws.
He hadn't dared to think about it before, but now—
Since there's a precedent set by his own mentor, maybe he can try to imitate it when he takes the CET-6 exam?
hiss! ! !
After all, Clark's combat power was truly astonishing!
However, these are things to consider later; there are still many things to do now.
Jemin put away the magic network terminal and turned to look at the black giant priest who had been waiting quietly to the side.
"Continue. The population in this plane is exploding, and the corresponding population management structure needs adjustment—"
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