Peering into The Church

Benjamin felt a little embarrassed, but he ignored the system's wild nonsense and asked seriously, "Then... how am I supposed to drive out the fragment of mental energy in the King's mind?"

The system replied, "That depends on you."

"What do you mean?"

"The elemental plane and the real world should overlap in a sense. Casting spells here can affect reality, just like the hailstorm you caused in Xuedi City back then." The system rambled on. "And the mental energy fragment left behind by that priest is structured in imitation of the elemental plane. There might be a connection."

Benjamin rubbed his chin thoughtfully at that.

It... did seem to make some sense.

He looked ahead. Before him was still nothing but an empty expanse of blue, with the occasional rune drifting past. Nothing appeared out of the ordinary. Yet that was the mystery of this space: the coordinates of two spaces overlapped, and directly in front of him was the King, sleeping soundly in bed.

But the question was, what could he do that would affect only the mental energy fragment without disturbing the King or anyone else in reality?

There were far too many uncertainties in this space. No one knew what kind of result might be triggered if Benjamin chanted a spell here—or perhaps drew a rune.

"Hey, you've got to come up with something reliable, right?" Therefore, he could only continue shouting at the system. "You were the one yelling about bringing me in here, and I even helped you absorb so many water elements."

"I never said there'd definitely be a solution. Just try whatever."

"How can I do that? What if something goes wrong?" Benjamin had already tasted too many bitter consequences of courting death. He could not act rashly again.

"Then... why not