Chapter 277: Enlightenment of Wisdom, the Value of Floating World Level Spirit Vision
At this moment, I am constantly adapting to this perspective, which is different from the chaotic and disordered information that spirit vision normally receives.
This is a perspective filled with order and purpose; it has transcended the normal visuals to observe the operation at the runic level.
It’s like an experience card, but one that is limited to observation.
Teacher Ji once told me that after reaching the extraordinary level, the real time, as well as the true five senses in one’s own cultivation, my spirit vision only occupies the “visual” aspect.
However, even with this limitation, the feeling is entirely different from when I directly observe this entire spellbook with spirit vision.
At this moment, the runes woven into the ritual, which I had seen on my way here, became clearly visible under the editing of this perspective. With the return of my Memory Shelf spellbook, my understanding of the vast majority of runes deepened, and I began to vaguely comprehend the principles of their operation, though lacking the theoretical knowledge of real editing techniques, I still felt quite lost.
As I walked once more through this place, I felt as if I entered as an administrator, and in the face of those nightmares, I didn’t even experience a sense of fear.
“Doesn’t it feel magical? Inside the spellbook, it’s so absurd, chaotic, and dazzling.”
At that moment, Principal Mei’s voice reached my ears, as if she were trying to establish a connection with me in a conversational manner.
“Yes,” I replied. The words of Principal Mei Linde truly astonished me; I could hardly imagine what kind of spellbook would be complex to such a degree.
“Don’t be too afraid of these nightmares; in essence, they are just a bundle of extraordinary energy. You’ve seen those little darlings I call the Fool Dream Clan, right? They are fundamentally the same.”
“Are all of these… part of your arrangement, Principal?”
At this moment, I walked through this absurd world, surrounded by runes and entangled with nightmares. This was my intuitive way of understanding the internal deconstruction of the spellbook. At that time, the teacher told me not to touch these rune structures because they belong to the realm of real editing techniques.
“Yes.”
“Then… why go through so much trouble to have this task hanging here…” Perhaps the principal’s tone had become too gentle, and I subconsciously began actively engaging in conversation.
“Hanging tasks is naturally a leisurely move. Even now, I am still laying the groundwork for the creation of this spellbook, you know? Are you curious about why I went to such lengths?”
“Yes,” I nodded, expressing my curiosity, especially regarding the actions I was taking now. I did not believe the things I was currently doing were so irreplaceable.
Moreover, I noticed that the spellbook the principal referred to as “creation” and not “manufacturing” implied that she was exploring something unknown.
Since it was so important, it shouldn’t require me to intervene; it wouldn’t take hundreds of years, but if it weren’t important, why would she go through such trouble to meet with me, with various hints and layouts?
Could it be that I have fallen into a situation of unclear self-perception of my abilities again?
The last time this happened was when I first used the Fireball Spell; if not for Teacher Ji’s explanation, I wouldn’t have known how powerful I really was.
“Haha, do I really have to say it? Or do you really not know?” At that moment, the principal chuckled softly, seemingly in disbelief.
“You should know your uniqueness better than I do. I spent over a hundred years constantly exploring, laying down groundwork, and trial and error. If there were no unexpected circumstances, everything would follow a steady course, possibly even lasting a thousand years; during this period, I set up 99% of the layout. What you now see as a seemingly abandoned spellbook, I actually built the prototype in just a few years. As of now, I have completed 99% of the layout, but it remains at 99% simply because… I lack a pair of eyes that can see revelations.”
When Mei Linde spoke these words, initially, her tone was filled with spirited confidence, but as she continued, her tone revealed an increasing sense of helplessness that was increasingly painful to hear.
“Revelation is not as simple as observing phenomena and thinking inspiration; it’s a nuance and hint conveyed by the information disclosed at a higher level of real time.”
“I always felt the name of spirit vision, which divides talents into levels, is very vivid—Floating World, watching the rise and fall of the human world; it represents a very high spiritual realm, symbolizing the ability to see through the essence while transcending the mundane.”
“Though Floating World level spirit vision is merely a poor imitation of the real vision at the Floating World level, it must be said that it captures the essence, or allows you, who are not yet extraordinary, to reach a level that qualifies you to witness the beauty reserved for the extraordinary.”
Principal Mei spoke for quite a while, but there was an underlying message throughout her words: Floating World level spirit vision is powerful!
It made me feel a bit dizzy; if it weren’t for my basic rationality, I might have become giddy right then and there.
At this moment, the principal’s words also answered my question: What role do I play in this? To put it plainly… I am a tool for acquiring revelations.
But since the principal has identified the Fool Dream Clan, how does she know about their connections?
The existence of the Fool Dream Clan, in the information I acquired, is an adorable being that the principal herself facilitated.
According to the information I learned from Fool Lake, what the principal desires is likely to make the Fool Dream a true life form, so the spellbook she needs to complete at this moment is highly likely related to this; perhaps it even carries the name “Wisdom Enlightenment Spellbook.”
However, if this spellbook is about wisdom enlightenment, what does it have to do with the Fool Dream Clan?
After all, the inspiration comes from them. Or is it that the Fool Dream Clan’s strong desire to become life is also part of the principal’s layout?
The goal is to gain a revelation about wisdom enlightenment, but that still feels too forced.
“Why aren’t you speaking? It’s quite boring with me talking to myself all the time. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a student, but… have you figured out where to embed this most critical rune in the spellbook yet?”
“Uh… no…” I responded somewhat sheepishly. After all, the principal had praised me so highly, and now I couldn’t help with anything; it really was embarrassing.
“Just as I expected, you still haven’t understood, but that’s okay. Perhaps you’re still unclear about what revelation really is, or maybe there’s a cognitive gap between us. I’ll give you a hint: do you remember that the Fool Dream and the Nightmare you learned about are actually one entity?”
“I know,” I nodded, feeling a bit relieved.
“Previously, you dedicated your efforts to obtaining revelation from the Fool Dream; those revelations helped you complete this rune, and now you need to find where this rune should be placed. You need to look for it on the nightmares.”
“Why?”
I subconsciously asked, regretting it immediately after speaking, but still hoping the principal wouldn’t mind my probing.
“I like inquisitive children, but before giving you the answer, I prefer to let you find it yourself. You are very close to that answer, you just don’t dare to think about it. Perhaps you should try to guess, be a little bolder.”
Mei Linde continued to offer me hints without directly stating the situation, but with these vague prompts, I still couldn’t guess why.
Perhaps the question itself is meaningless, like having already obtained the answer, why go through the tiresome process of seeking it?
Though I might instinctively explore why, after all, people are always curious about the unknown.
So, I focused my attention on the nightmares at this moment.
The original spellbook had been deconstructed down to just the level of runes, but now it existed within a “huge” spellbook, where the runes’ effects produced the most direct magical effect, acting like the natural enemy of nightmares.
I still didn’t know what the spell’s effects were, but it must be strongly related to the existence of nightmares.
And to seek revelation from them… was not a small challenge; I could only see the most primitive madness that belonged to nightmares…
No, it also intermingled with the memories and cognitive concepts stripped from Fool Dream, etc.; it was as if they represented all negative concepts, while Fool Dream represented the opposite extreme.
Aside from seeing this, there seemed to be nothing else.
No, there’s also that thing left after they’re annihilated; it doesn’t resemble energy or runes, but it fed back into the spellbook.
“It seems you’ve noticed. Why not try finding a more efficient way to exterminate those nightmares?” At that moment, Mei Linde’s voice rang in my ears.
I followed the principal’s advice and began to try. Perhaps I couldn’t find out where this rune should be placed, but using this rune here was quite simple; after all, this was the inside of the spellbook! While I didn’t understand the spellbook’s runic structure itself, I did have some understanding of the other spell ritual structures. Coupled with my past experiences in the Memory Shelf spellbook, I quickly found a way to eradicate the nightmares on a large scale.
In an instant, a substantial number of nightmares dissipated, and a multitude of unknown presences continuously fed back into the spellbook, which itself began to change.
And I, in this process, “felt” the meaning of revelation.
“Look at your surprised expression; have you mastered the trick?”
“Yes,” I nodded, continuing to eliminate the nightmares, but these nightmares seemed to be inexhaustible, and even the recently resurrected ones would d*e again, leaving behind nothing.
This meant that their d*ath would cycle back like Fool Dream, and d*ath was a concept that didn’t exist for them.
However, the things they fed back to the spellbook were limited.
As this feedback reached a later stage, the revelations I perceived became increasingly clear; everything fell into place and flowed naturally.
Through the perspective of real editing, I watched this massive spellbook undergo modifications and corrections at my fingertips, as if the revelations I obtained were teaching me to do so, and the principal also tacitly approved my modifications to her spellbook. Until I personally embedded this rune within, at that moment, the entire spellbook seemed to burst with vitality.
The internal structure surged, the runes flowed, and a heart-stopping power erupted at that moment.
“So this is what was lacking…” This was the last thing I heard from Principal Mei Linde.
The next moment, my consciousness was hit head-on by this abstract force, and as everything before my eyes went white, I suddenly plopped down onto the ground.
Returning to reality, the rock in front of me shone with the ethereal blue glow reminiscent of the previous dream.
It seemed something was being birthed here.
“Xiao Han!” At that moment, Fool Lake’s voice reached me.
“Don’t come over!” I turned my head and snapped sharply. If Fool Lake approached at this moment, it would likely lead to another cycle of rebirth. But I were clear on what exactly was happening here; something was being birthed, a spellbook!
And due to my intervention, this spellbook seemed to have become nearly complete. I had not witnessed the brilliance when a spellbook was created, nor could I guarantee if it was dangerous at this moment.
“Help me stabilize the spellbook.”
A sudden voice echoed from the ancestral land, and I didn’t need to guess who it was.
“Yes… Lord Mei!” Upon hearing this, Fool Lake was instantly frozen in place. “Lord Mei, is it really you? After such a long time, you have come to see us again? I’m sorry… It’s been too long, and we still haven’t inherited the name Fool Dream…”
“Fool Lake, quickly leave!” I looked at Fool Lake, who was frozen in place after hearing the principal’s voice, and hurriedly interrupted her words; if there was to be any emotion, it shouldn’t be at this moment.
But right now, I didn’t have time to worry about Fool Lake. The principal asked me to stabilize the spellbook, so naturally, I had to comply.
But I didn’t know if it was my illusion; I felt as if this giant stone that had been in the ancestral land for hundreds of years was about to explode.
But it didn’t matter; at this moment, all of my spellbook borrowing contracts had been returned, and with the spellbook back in my possession, I did feel somewhat secure.
With a wave of my hand, a Protection Spell was cast, even onto Fool Lake; if she was in the way, so be it, after all, I had already recognized her relationship with the principal. It would just mean an extra consumption of a Protection Spell.
Just to be safe, I even invoked the protection of Elemental Sprites; however, when I examined this spellbook at that moment, I felt quite uneasy.
A vast amount of energy was gathering inside. I recalled the disturbance that occurred when I completed the Advanced Meditation Technique not long ago. If the energy here were to explode completely, it would be on another level compared to the previous intensity!
In the end, I was still cautious… I silently wrapped myself in multiple layers of shields; this was no time to consider consumption.
As I released the Protection Spell, the internal energy had already rippled with a heart-pounding resonance, followed by a jarring cracking sound, marking that the limits of this stone had been reached.
“Run!”
I turned to shout at Fool Lake behind me.
I didn’t care that this giant rock was the foundation of the Fool Dream Clan, a key to their rebirth; there was no extra time to mourn for its passing, nor time to ponder where the Fool Dream Clan’s path would lead in the future.
The long-cultivated energy finally found its breakthrough; the stone suddenly exploded, and massive extraordinary energy erupted at that moment. I felt as if I was bathing in a torrent of energy, and the Protection Spell in front of me shattered at a visible speed.
This was just the result of energy dissipating; if fully utilized, the destruction caused would be terrifying!
The ancestral land located in the underground cavity also finally couldn’t withstand the tremors and began to collapse, but it did not cave in; rather, the explosive energy destroyed everything above, and a tremendous column of terrifying energy directly pierced through the realm of this secret domain.
The sky of this secret domain was merely a simulated sky; at that moment, the explosion of energy opened the heavens, cracking the sky into fissures that spread across the horizon, and terrifying tidal waves of energy surged outward. This extraordinary energy, even if transformed into the most basic light radiation and thermal energy, wouldn’t be exhausted.
Extraordinary energy formed palpable tidal waves rushing outward.
Even I, who was centrally located, continually retreated from the onrush. This was still because I had the entire spellbook for protection; I wasn’t sure if others’ borrowing contracts had been canceled.
As I avoided the onrush, I couldn’t help but complain; the principal really regarded me highly, asking me to stabilize this spellbook—was this level of impact truly something I could intervene in?
Outside.
At the Witch Academy, headquarters of the Witch Secret Realm Association, a terrifying explosion of energy reverberated, shaking the ground as if an earthquake occurred.
Such abnormalities, even the association maintaining the Witch Secret Realm had never encountered, left them momentarily stunned.
They could only flee outside to seek refuge with the students waiting in line to enter the realm.
Ultimately, it was the students who possessed extraordinary power, and before further damage could occur, each student used their own means to leave.
Turning back and looking towards that place, it was known that some important structures had solidified spells, and for them to be destroyed like this, one could imagine the level of danger of the happenings inside.
The next moment, a secret realm entity leapt out from the location storing the broken buildings, and a figure appeared over the Witch Academy. Several perceptive seniors had already recognized who it was.
“It’s Headmaster Linde! How wonderful…”
“The Headmaster? Is that really the Headmaster?”
“This commotion has even drawn the Headmaster’s attention; things might not be good.”
“Such a huge disturbance; has something gone wrong with the Witch Secret Realm?”
“Could someone have detonated a nuclear bomb inside?”
“Don’t say that; it’s indeed possible. It might be a high-energy magic-powered fission bomb; that’s reckless!”
“The last time someone caused such a commotion, the Headmaster didn’t even come out…”
“Am I the only one concerned about how much this secret realm will cost to compensate?”
“I’m more curious about who will be held responsible.”
