After the admissions drive, the Academy's many affairs finally got back on track, and Benjamin returned to a state of deep research.
The laboratory was silent, with only the low hum of energy circulation slowly echoing through the spacious hall.
Benjamin leaned back in the high-backed chair used after Alchemy experiments, his right index finger unconsciously tapping the edge of the metal surface.
Tap, tap, tap...
The rhythm was steady, yet seemed somewhat drawn out.
His awareness was not focused on the rows of data awaiting analysis before him, but immersed in another matter.
Lines of golden text slowly unfurled from the depths of his Spirit Sea.
They were the contents of the Mustard Seed Dao-Containing True Body Art.
He had studied this immortal-level cultivation art for over a hundred years.
Over those hundred years, he had devoted nearly half his energy to this cultivation art.
Now, he had finally reached the threshold of the first step: Dharma Image disassembly.
How to break down a five-hundred-kilometer true form into the most fundamental streams of Dao Rhyme particles; how to preserve information between the particles; how to construct a new circulation system after entering the Internal Grotto-Heaven...
He had already simulated these theoretical models countless times within his Spirit Sea.
Judging solely by the simulation results, the success rate was already approaching one hundred percent.
Under normal circumstances, he should have begun his first true disassembly experiment by now.
However...
Benjamin slowly closed his eyes, and scenes of failure after failure from recent days surfaced in his mind.
He had lost track of how many times it had happened. Every time he tried to disintegrate a small piece of his true form's tissue into particles, the Spiritual Power that should have flowed smoothly would suddenly stagnate at some point.
Then the