Chapter 1069: The [Transcendent Knowledge] of the Great Weakening Spell

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Located ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍underground, I looked at the massive facility that had fully begun to operate.

It ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍gave me a feeling as if... it was not a construct that the Blood Slave Academy could have created.

Since ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍it wasn't created by the Blood Slaves... then it was highly likely wizards.

Besides ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍supervising the operation of this massive facility, I was also using summoning spells, letting those summons collect all the data here in the underground for me.

Along ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍the way, I also tried to understand it more, seeing if I could find a passage leading to the outside world from within.

But unfortunately, there was none... perhaps the moment the Blood Slave Academy was breached, this massive underground facility was abandoned, the only passage was blocked, and the personnel evacuated through that one-way teleportation sorcery.

As for why they kept this place, it was likely because they couldn't destroy it all at once either.

After all, this massive structure was an existence established upon an Earth Vein node.

They probably never thought of the possibility of this place being captured, and since even the blood sacrifice ritual had been arranged, what other accidents could there be?

But all of this had simply happened.

After some Spirit Cats and small falcons I summoned dumped a whole pile of things suspected to be data in front of me, a small hill had piled up before me.

However, the vast majority of these were not the data I had hoped for.

I looked at some exquisitely bound books that had been flipped until they were worn out... these seemed to all be novels and literary books for killing time.

There were even... uh... benzi.

It seemed those people had truly left in a hurry; even the good things they treasured hadn't been taken away in time.

I flipped through them slightly, found they weren't my cup of tea, and then destroyed them with a burst of fire.

Heh... they didn't play as wildly as Big Sis Bai and I; what was the point of keeping them.

All items without value were thrown away by me as well.

The remaining ones were some barely useful materials.

For example, parameters and techniques for equipment operation, or taboos for equipment running... I felt they became more mysterious the more I looked.

Of course, there were also some diaries left by improper people here.

After all, what proper person writes a diary?

Recording all these materials into the Great Tree of Knowledge to be organized slowly, I also opened these diaries.

Perhaps the diaries would record some things I was interested in.

“August 27th, sunny. The damn graduation process is finally finished. I’ve finally escaped the control of my family. Thanks to my mentor for being willing to give me a hand. Hehe... coming here to be a superior person.”

“September 1st, should be sunny. Although I can't go out, the work here is much better than the oppressive atmosphere over at the Wizard Tower...”

“September 12th, the leisurely mood is sunny. This is simply the perfect iron rice bowl job. It’s just that after long-term contact with blood crystals, my hands have a bloody smell.”

“October 1st, the weather is sunny. A newcomer arrived. He told me it was a sunny day. He actually brought Adult Manga! Oh my god! He is simply a genius!”

“January 13th, overcast. There’s a problem in the area I’m in. I wasn't the person in charge, but I almost became the scapegoat. Dammit, that guy’s face is truly wretched...”

“June 6th, sunny! I’ve made it! I’m the person in charge now, hahaha... that idiot got handled. Served him right! That kind of person is simply...”

“June 7th, does a person in charge have to be responsible for so many things? Exhausting... I didn't expect the place I came to would actually be related to such an important experiment. This is the Academy Head... the Academy Head I haven't even seen once in the academy, I actually met him here!”

Many things were recorded in these diaries, but quite a few were meaningless content, and some were even directly blank.

So I simply skimmed through them, looking for key content.

Now seeing this, I stopped.

The owner of this diary was undoubtedly a wizard apprentice.

It seemed to be a work arrangement after graduation; it looked like someone who wanted to escape the control of their family.

As for the Academy Head he mentioned, who actually came here—that was absolutely a huge problem!

Thinking from another perspective, how important must a place be for Academy Head Mei Linde to visit personally?

For example... my Dreamwraith Workshop in the Inner World, or the various major laboratories in the academy.

But why would a wizard Academy Head not attend to proper business and insist on coming here to the Blood Slave Peninsula?

Was the land over at the Wizard Academy not enough for them to squander?

Or was there a reason they had to stay here?

The Primal Bloodline of the Main World’s human race.

This seemed to be the only answer.

With this answer reached, I also quickly organized the situation I encountered.

This massive underground facility had no enemies, but that didn't mean there was no danger.

I flipped through the subsequent content of the diary slightly; it recorded many facilities about this place.

They called them rules and taboos—things that couldn't be done, which also included leaving privately.

This place was both the “iron rice bowl” in the mouth of the diary owner and a prison that would trap them for a lifetime.

If it weren't because this kind of thing happened, these people would probably have lived here until death.

Soon, a day passed.

I was not in a hurry to go back, because the thing called Primal Bloodline had not been prepared yet.

But I had already sent the situation inside directly to Cleveland.

And I continued to stay here.

After all... bloodline power.

I just happened to be researching this recently.

It attracted my curiosity because I was truly curious: what exactly was the bloodline power of the human race?

Theoretically speaking, the bloodline of any species had power corresponding to the talent bestowed upon them.

Just as birds fly and fish breathe underwater, these were the most basic abilities bestowed by the characteristics of the physical results formed by bloodline power.

Furthermore, lives like Flame Giants would have bloodline power with fire affinity, and dragons would have instincts like dragon might and dragon breath.

Bloodline was truly a magical concept.

It dominated a life’s talent, ability, physical form, organ development, and even mental state, and so on.

What about the human race?

I looked at the blood crystals being analyzed before me.

If it were before, I might have directly ignored such a thought.

But now this opportunity made me realize that any life had bloodline power, and humans were no exception.

In life, everyone would take many daily behaviors for granted.

Only when realizing it would they subconsciously lament the magic of this ability.

For example... humans can breathe autonomously without conscious thought, but when realizing it, they will feel breathing is incredibly troublesome.

But precisely because of this “trouble,” it was the breakthrough point.

Just like the Fool’s Dreams realizing Dreamification—realizing the magic of this ability, they then felt it was troublesome, because the subjective consciousness was taking over this power that already belonged to them from instinct!

Returning to the bloodline power of the human race once again.

Whether it was breathing, eating, digesting, or five senses perception, and so on... these were the instincts of life.

Compared to an average fish, a human can breathe in the air.

Compared to an earthworm, a human can see things and witness the colorful world. Compared to a tortoise, a human has limbs more suitable for movement...

The human race has many abilities; they are very balanced, yet they have no special abilities either.

The human race is like the initial characters when playing a game.

They have nothing, yet they possess extremely strong adaptability.

If I were to evaluate it, the human race’s bloodline talent was like... “nothing is impossible.”

Of course, this talent was not directed at individuals, but at the entire collective that was the race.

The race had infinite possibilities, but an individual might not necessarily.

This always made me subconsciously think of the concept of the “Perfect Man.”

The void did not choose names wrongly.

Names that circulated longer were almost equivalent to the concept of the corresponding thing.

The concept of the “Perfect Man.”

This name.

Could the so-called “man” be a kind of so-called “revelation”?

Precisely because the human race had no prominent features, it naturally had no shortcomings or defects either.

Of course, these so-called prominent features, shortcomings, and defects were also relative terms.

So the “Perfect Man” naturally had the so-called absolute Perfect Man and relative Perfect Man.

Of these two “Perfect Men,” one was an absolute goal that only existed in ideals.

What did the other one refer to?

A “Perfect Man” moving toward this goal?

No, a “Perfect Man” in the middle of moving was meaningless.

The only thing meaningful to me was the road forward.

A Perfect Man Transcendent advancement system?

I shook my head and recorded this thought into the memorandum.

I currently didn't lack Transcendent advancement systems.

Whether it was the Witch advancement system or the Body Cultivation advancement system, there were too many paths I could choose.

Moreover, I still had many things to do.

These thoughts could probably be implemented slowly after I advanced to Transcendent.

Just as I held such a thought and was prepared to cast this idea to the back of my mind, I felt a throb.

This abnormality, so subtle it was nearly inaudible, was still felt by me.

This wasn't that I had some abnormality myself, but rather a portion of power.

[Transcendent Knowledge]

A portion of [Transcendent Knowledge] that I hadn't thought of touching since I first obtained it.

It was also the precursor to what was once Academy Head Mei Linde’s... Great Weakening Spell.

In that instant when the thought flashed by just now, I felt the throb from it.

If it were in the past, when I first awakened my talent, I couldn't even observe its existence.

As my understanding of power gradually deepened, I also gradually became aware of its existence.

But... I had turned a blind eye to it.

And now, after I had a deeper mastery and understanding of power, I finally discovered its abnormality.

It was as if in this instant, something very important to me bloomed with a bit of radiance within that moment of shaking.

After the throb, everything returned to normal again.

As if nothing had happened.

An illusion?

Absolutely impossible!

But what kind of important matter could be influenced by a portion of power, to the point it could even change my cognition?

I stood sideways looking at the massive facility still roaring and operating, and finally I looked at my own hand again.

I was conducting a very strange struggle.

I was struggling with my own hesitation.

This was strange and also boring.

Because I was thinking whether I actually needed to do this.

Do what?

To... research that throb just now.

At this moment, it was as if an invisible thought was hinting to me that there was nothing worth pursuing.

But the more it was so, the more I was puzzled.

First Forging Elder asked me why I didn't research the abnormality of the different flavors of Fool’s Dream Drink, because I wanted to give the Fool’s Dreams a mystery unique to them.

But why wouldn't I pursue my throb at this moment?

Because I was busy with other things now?

Or was it because researching more power was a burden to me?

These reasons lacked a justification that would make me do it "of my own accord."

I closed my eyes, calmed my emotions, and made a rational decision.

Just as I would take a day or two to come here and find out the hidden secrets, I didn't lack time to verify some things now either.

After figuring this out, I reached out and took something from the depths of my soul.

[Transcendent Knowledge]

When I “plucked” it out from the depths of my soul, I suddenly felt a sense of... reality like never before!

That direct-to-the-face transformation was like breaking through an invisible barrier, giving me an endless sense of participation and perception within “life”!

Countless memories in my mind flickered by like a revolving lantern.

Only at this moment did I seem to wake up from a dream and have a feeling that couldn't be described in a lifetime.

So... my life was this wonderful?

I subconsciously looked at my empty palm, but I was very certain there was something in my hand.

It was a portion of [Transcendent Knowledge].

I didn't know why when extracting it, I would have a feeling of “plucking it out,” as if since its appearance, it had experienced and witnessed my life along with me.

“This is the precursor to the Great Weakening Spell?”

I looked at “it,” not knowing why there would be a very special feeling.

But if I were asked to put it back into the depths of my soul again, I would be absolutely unwilling.

I took out the Book in the Casket, using an entire page to seal it inside.

At this moment, my mind was incredibly active, and countless thoughts burst forth.

Perhaps the Great Weakening Spell was only a one-sided interpretation of it, just as the Great Wisdom Enlightenment Spell was also a presentation of the Sacred Object.

It was absolutely not just weakening, and that feeling of mine was not the feeling of being weakened by it either.

Nor had I taken back my own power because of the “weakening.”

But it had certainly “suppressed” a certain concept, causing some kind of unknown influence on me.

I looked at myself; there was no change.

I used the power of body cultivation to perceive myself, and didn't find myself becoming any stronger either.

But it seemed that something had indeed been released, or rather, a change had been made.

I couldn't describe whether this was a good or bad thing for me.

After thinking for a good while without result, I decisively chose to give up, otherwise it would be easy to fall into a dead end.

Right now, figuring out this so-called “Primal Bloodline” was the priority.

This wait of mine lasted for three days.

I waited one day more than my estimated one or two days, but I didn't care.

During these three days, I experimented with quite a few things here, such as experimenting with the life shaping of my various spells.

Or for another example, learning the technique of how to extract a life race's bloodline power through this massive equipment.

At this moment, I transformed into a Fool’s Dream, entering the final preparation stage in the posture of Dreamification.

This step was an entirely closed process, even leaving no observation window.

To say it was vacuum and dust-free could hardly describe the degree of closure in this stage.

Ultimately, I looked at that raw liquid that finally condensed into a drop as clear as blood-colored amber.

This was one standard unit of Primal Bloodline!