Being able to produce a single temporal phantom only counted as stepping across the threshold of the Time Law.
Only when one could produce over a hundred phantoms was it possible to fully comprehend one of the profound mysteries of the Time Law.
When the Mechanical Race studied Law Expansion Boards, comprehending sixty percent of each mystery was considered passing in law comprehension, enough to use them freely in battle.
Pursuing complete comprehension was analyzing the essence of laws—a path reserved for geniuses.
Ordinary members of the Mechanical Race did not pursue such a thing.
But Jiang Zhe was certainly not content with merely passing. Cultivation could not be muddled through.
On the ninth floor of the Inherited Martial Hall, inside a workshop of over a hundred square meters.
Jiang Zhe looked disheveled as he held a welding torch and repeatedly tapped it against something, sparks flying everywhere. Damaged Circuit Boards littered the surroundings, making him look like a mechanic engrossed in repairing appliances.
There was also a cold and beautiful woman in the workshop. Under Oriana's guidance, she tidied the messy room and brought over a basin of clean water to scrub everything down.
Once the place was neatly organized, she stood by the window and waited quietly for Jiang Zhe to finish cultivating.
No one knew how much time passed before Jiang Zhe finally put away his welding torch. Looking at the complicated and chaotic circuit diagram on the circuit board, he shook his head in frustration.
There was no need to send it out for testing. He knew that his comprehension of the first time mystery was still below forty percent.
This path was simply too difficult.
Especially the very first mystery needed to get started.
Even in the special environment of the Initial Universe, where laws