In mid-air, golden-blue energy threads wove into an extremely complex Rune Array, with faint silver-white Radiance adorning the edges. Imperceptible spatial fluctuations were transmitted outwards with the vibrations of the energy particles.
Maidisenna was an alchemy master whose specialty was runic literature, and within the vast ocean of runic literature, spatial Alchemical Runes were the knowledge he possessed most deeply.
Logo still vividly remembers the enormous "Heaven-Imprisoning Prison" from a month ago. Four Demigod struggled to break through this spatial cage, and if Maidisenna hadn't ultimately chosen not to completely offend the Dawn Empire, those Demigod would most likely never have escaped.
This also demonstrates Maidisenna's level of spatial runic literacy.
"Your Rune Array looks like some kind of trigger, a spatial key?"
As expected of a master of spatial science, Maidisenna just a moment.
Logo nodded slightly.
The Rune Array he drew was from Gustavo.
Originally, according to the laws of Space-Time tides, it would have been two years before we could enter that demiplane with the help of spatial artifacts.
But Logo couldn't wait.
Royal Court couldn't wait any longer.
Since that's the case, we have no choice but to try to forcibly lock the coordinates of the half-plane.
Fortunately, he had just become Maidisenna's apprentice; otherwise, he would have had to ask Gustavo for help from his father, Sylvain. As High-Rank Demigod- level Dragon-Hunting Spider, Sylvain to take action, he would most likely be able to locate the demiplane.
However, in that case, the ownership of the demiplane would likely fall into the hands of the Ashes Organization, with Gustavo receiving only some compensation at most.
Logo, however, was thinking of completely taking over the demiplane.
Therefore, it's the safest approach for Maidisenna to take action.
"This is the key to entering a demiplane. I'd like to ask if you can use it to deduce the precise coordinates of this demiplane."
"A demiplane?" Maidisenna's spirits lifted; even for him, the value of a demiplane was astonishing.
Moreover, the well-informed Maidisenna understood even better that demiplanes were extremely valuable in the Astral Realm. They were known as natural Astral Realm spaceships, capable of navigating freely in the Void Sea with simple modifications.
After a moment's thought, Maidisenna said, "Normally, demiplanes are attached to the plane's crystal walls, much like small bubbles attached to the surface of a large bubble."
Logo nodded, indicating that he understood.
Maidisenna continued, "Just like a small bubble, it won't move too far. Generally speaking, a half-plane is influenced by the Space-Time magnetic field within the complete plane, confining it to a certain area. If you want to calculate precise coordinates, it's best to first pinpoint the Space-Time magnetic field to which the half-plane belongs."
"I understand what you mean. The Space-Time magnetic field where this demiplane is located should be near Planet Pandora."
The so-called Space-Time magnetic field is essentially a funnel-shaped region formed by the compression of space by a massive celestial body. Just like water flowing downhill, the time and space of this region are relatively constrained, and it will not change for thousands of years unless an unexpected event occurs.
As the closest Planet Pandora's mass far exceeds that of most stars. The surging power of natural elements brought about by their convergence also distorts Space-Time.
According to the information Gustavo has, this demiplane is ruled by the Crimson Terror Epic Red Dragon Gou Site, who has been active in the Northern Wasteland for many years, which proves that the Space-Time magnetic field of this demiplane is definitely located in the constrained zone centered on Planet Pandora.
"Planet Pandora, that infamous city of sin?" Maidisenna raised an eyebrow. "How do you possess a demiplane key belonging to Planet Pandora's Space-Time magnetic field region?"
"By chance."
Seeing that he didn't want to say more, Maidisenna didn't press the matter, but instead brought up the issue of price, "Cracking the demiplane coordinates is fine, but how much are you prepared to pay me?"
For alchemists, equivalent exchange is a matter of principle, even for their own students.
Logo understood perfectly. He didn't think that becoming an apprentice meant he could easily have this renowned and highly respected alchemist work for him for free; that would be a foolish idea.
Doing so would only erode the already limited bond between the two parties.
"Before we discuss the price, could you give us a rough timeframe, how long it would take to pinpoint the coordinates of this demiplane?" Logo didn't answer Maidisenna's question immediately, but instead inquired about the teacher's work efficiency.
Maidisenna did a quick mental calculation and held up two fingers, "Two years!"
As he spoke, a hint of pride appeared in his eyes, as if to say, "Kid, you couldn't find an alchemist with this kind of efficiency even if you carried a lantern."
But Logo's reaction made Maidisenna's face darken.
Two years?
Logo frowned.
Why did it take so long?
Maidisenna's eyes widened, his hair and beard flying. "Long? Go ask around. Who in the entire Maidisenna Elven Plane could deduce the precise spatial coordinates of a demiplane from such a broken Rune Array, and do it in just two years?"
"The Rune Array you gave me isn't a proper spatial gate. Essentially, it's just data parameters generated by the movement of Space-Time tides. To calculate coordinates using this thing, you must first deduce the operating rules of a significant portion of Planet Pandora's Space-Time magnetic field, and then find the precise coordinates belonging to that demiplane among trillions of variables. Do you understand how much computation is involved and how profound the knowledge of Space-Time is?..."
Maidisenna, whose dignity had been touched, instantly turned into a spitting machine. If his clone hadn't been just an energy projection, the amount of spit he produced would probably have been enough for Logo to wash his face several times over.
Faced with the angry teacher, Logo did not choose to refute, but simply accepted the surround sound attack with a blank face.
A full ten minutes passed before Maidisenna finally stopped. Upon seeing this, Logo quickly apologized and managed to appease the old man.
"Hmph, now you understand how difficult this is, don't you?"
"Understood, understood!" Logo peeked at the ground like a chicken pecking at rice. After a moment of hesitation, he cautiously asked, "Teacher, if—and I mean if—I were to give you some experience in deriving demiplane coordinates, could you compress this time?"
"Hmm?" Maidisenna tilted his head back. "You have experience in this area?"
"Ah, what a coincidence!"
Logo coughed lightly and casually took out a blue-white storage crystal.
Maidisenna took it with suspicion, and after examining it with his Divine Power, he quickly became engrossed in it.
After a long while, Logo woke the teacher up, earning a few eye rolls before giving an embarrassed smile.
"How is it, teacher?"
Logo asked cautiously.
"This..." Maidisenna's eyelids drooped, and after a frantic mental calculation, he gave his answer, "Seven months. Give me seven months, and I can definitely calculate the coordinates of the demiplane."
"Seven months?" Logo frowned again.
It's still too slow.
Seeing Maidisenna glared and bristled again, "Don't go too far! Seven months is already incredibly fast!"
Logo grinned, his Pupil Light flashing slightly, and tentatively said again, "Ahem, teacher..."
"If, I mean if..."
The familiar rhetoric, the familiar scene—in shock and confusion, Maidisenna received a crystal containing advanced knowledge of Space-Time and extremely detailed explanations. The explanations were so detailed that they practically broke down every single word and fed it to him.
"Was this also a coincidence?"
Maidisenna gripped the multi-faceted crystal tightly in his hand, gritting his teeth as he spoke.
Logo smiled shyly, like a naive young boy. If Maidisenna hadn't witnessed the cunning side of this student, he would have been completely fooled.
"Now, I'm starting to believe that you possess a high-level alchemist's legacy," Maidisenna said meaningfully.
Logo smiled without saying a word, neither admitting nor denying.
Seeing Maidisenna didn't say anything more; he had no interest in probing his student's secrets.
Having grown to this stage, he has come to understand a certain principle.
Often, talent is more important than tradition.
The former determines the upper limit.
Even with the legacy of an alchemical sage, if one lacks sufficient talent, it may be difficult to even enter the realm of alchemical masters.
Because of certain experiences, Maidisenna has a profound understanding of this point.
He sighed softly, toying with the crystal in his hand. "Two months. Give me two months. Here are the coordinates."
Two months.
Logo breathed a sigh of relief; the timing was in line with his expectations.
However, for the Royal Court now, time is life.
So he looked longingly at his teacher, Maidisenna face darkened once again.
An hour later, Logo was finally satisfied. After much pleading, Maidisenna agreed to free up time from other projects to focus on studying the spatial coordinates of the demiplane.
According to his budget, the task could be completed in about a month.
"A month, hmm... that's about right. During this time, completing the initial resource preparations shouldn't be a problem."
While pondering this, Logo told the Left Prime Minister about this practical matter. The latter was overjoyed, but also received a new wave of tasks.
Of course, for workaholics, the number of tasks is never an issue.
Everything went smoothly, and after all the arrangements were made, Logo went into the laboratory to continue his research.
at the same time.
Planet Golden Bridge!
As evening fell, the setting sun resembled a scarlet sphere, its red light accompanied by fragments of lingering golden hues, painting the fish-scale-like clouds with distinct layers of color. The beauty at that moment was enough to captivate anyone, but it certainly didn't include the group of people on the ground who were frantically fleeing.
At this moment, all they wanted was to survive.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
The Kaila People, who are about four meters tall on average, have two pairs of eyes, and have pale skin, are running wildly. Their arms and legs dance in afterimages, creating strong gusts of wind wherever they go, and pulling out a wave of air behind them made of sand, fallen leaves and gravel.
As they ran, the Kaila People would occasionally look back, their eyes filled with such intense fear that they seemed to be flowing out of their sockets, as if a terrifying beast was chasing them.
"That devil doesn't seem to have caught up."
A Kaila People shouted, his voice muffled by the howling wind.
"Run! Don't stop! Once we reach the other outpost, we'll be safe!"
The leading Tier Seven Kaila People rallied his people.
Hearing their leader's words, the other Kaila People, despite being exhausted, still desperately squeezed out the little strength they had left and ran frantically.
As they ran, they were completely unaware that one of the team members had been quietly replaced.
Using the superb camouflage properties of the Molecular Aggregation Insect, it would be incredibly easy for Lancelot to blend in with these Kaila People.
If he could, he could wipe out all those big guys right now.
The reason they're still kept is to use these guys as guides.
These Kaila People possess a special talent: they are extremely skilled at digging tunnels. Each of their strongholds is hidden deep underground, and searching for them on your own is nothing more than a waste of time.
The correct approach is to let their own people lead the way.
Time passed slowly, and as if sensing that the danger had receded, the fleeing Kaila People gradually slowed down.
"Phew, finally rid of that horrible human."
"Yeah, he escaped with his life. Luckily, this guy doesn't have much stamina."
The Kaila People were chattering amongst themselves.
"Nigu, why aren't you saying anything?" A Kaila People looked at Lancelot with a puzzled expression.
"Yeah, Nigu, aren't you usually the most talkative?"
Another Kaila People spoke up, and subtly took a few steps back. The other Kaila People spread out, slowly surrounding "Nigu" in a ring.
It must be said that these big guys are very vigilant.
Faced with this situation, Lancelot remained calm, raised his lowered head, and pointed to his throat.
There, a clear blackish-purple mark remained, with flashes of intense lightning occasionally streaking across it, exuding an extremely domineering aura.
"So it was a throat injury, no wonder."
The other Kaila People instantly breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed again.
Some even joked, "Lucky guy, you almost said goodbye to this world."
Lancelot shrugged.
The group of Kaila People continued their journey.
Three hours later, after navigating various bizarre terrains and winding roads, they finally arrived at another stronghold of the Kaila People.
A huge space located hundreds of meters underground.
A small town with Savage and untamed feel.
Pale green fireflies floated in the air, bringing rays of light. The roots of unidentified plants grew wildly, covering all areas within sight. The entire underground base relied on these plant roots for its existence.
They act like the steel bars in a skyscraper, maintaining the building's stability.
Once the root system disappears, a massive amount of soil collapses from above, and nothing but Legendary life forms can survive.