In the room, Lynn was flipping through the Sleeping Curse spellbook. Perhaps due to the influence of alcohol, things that had seed obscure and incomprehensible earlier now strangely clicked into place, giving him a surge of inspiration.
Constructing a spell frawork required anchoring it first.
Visualizing the ntal sea as a three-dinsional space, anchoring ant manifesting ntal energy in a special form as nails to secure nodes in this space.
Then, connecting these nodes would construct the corresponding spell frawork model. This was the basic requirent for constructing a spell frawork.
For beginners, however, anchoring wasn’t easy.
It was akin to achieving deep ditation in Zen Buddhism. The principles were there, but very few could truly achieve it. Even professional monks required a long ti to reach this stage.
Knowing sothing and being able to do it were entirely different matters.
However, Lynn wasn’t entirely without a foundation. ditation was the prerequisite, and being able to ditate allowed him to enter the ntal sea.
Lynn had practiced ditation, and for most people, that was already a significant foundation.
Initially, Lynn had considered other thods, like finding shortcuts to bypass the anchoring step. But after so thought, he realized that manifesting ntal energy as nails in space to secure nodes was essentially about making the spell frawork more precise.
The tiniest error could lead to significant issues.
Lynn understood the importance of precision like the saying “a small part out of place could cause a thousand-mile error.”
He was still an apprentice, so it was best to follow established procedures and not rush to create new paths. Trying to take shortcuts for imdiate progress could jeopardize his future.
But how should he anchor? The ntal sea was a three-dinsional space, at least as he perceived it. It wasn’t a flat canvas.
How could he solidify his ntal energy like nails in a three-dinsional space?
Lynn tried various thods, but couldn’t budge his ntal sea in the slightest.
However, when he saw the Earth Ring slowly rotating in place at the center of his ntal sea, a sudden insight struck him. Practicing the Sleeping Curse, fundantally speaking, it was a skill frawork.
According to his teacher, when the Earth Ring ditation technique was perfected, it would generate the Earth Ring, a one-ring spell in the practitioner’s mind.
This spell level couldn’t just appear out of thin air, right? So, wasn’t the floating and rotating Earth Ring in his mind an, in a sense, unford skill frawork?
When he ditated on the Earth Ring, he condensed the prototype of each ring in his mind and then compressed them continuously.
Through this process, he attracted soul fragnts from the surrounding air to generate the Earth Ring.
Of course, there were so technical principles involved, but after ditating for months, Lynn had thoroughly grasped these principles. In other words, there was no technical difficulty in implenting this.
The book recorded that soul fragnts were a kind of energy that diffused in the air after the death of all things.
Essentially, they were a materialization of ntal energy.
So, anchoring was using this compressed ntal energy technique to fix ntal energy at a specific point?
Although he hadn’t tried it yet, Lynn felt it should be sothing similar.
He had been fixated on turning ntal energy into nails due to empirical influence. Since the rings of the Earth Ring could form in his ntal sea, he didn’t need to make anchoring overly complicated. He just needed to condense it into simple circles.
Next, Lynn gave it a try, and soon, he condensed his first anchor.
In his ntal sea, a ring of ntal energy was fixed in place.
Lynn looked left and right. However, no matter how he looked at it, it seed ugly. This anchor had a rather irregular appearance.
The problem was that he had only learned the Earth Ring ditation, so he could only compress ntal energy in this shape. Well, now that he had the basics sorted out, he could work on improving the shape later.
After all, if he could draw circles, what was stopping him from drawing triangles, squares, straight lines, and dots?
Knock, knock, knock.
The knocking at the door startled Lynn from his ditation.
In the room, Lynn opened his eyes.
“Who is it?” Lynn frowned.
“It’s , Master,” ca Lauren’s voice from outside.
Lynn sensed it for a mont, using the runes he controlled through his mind— he confird that it was indeed Lauren at the door, not an imposter.
So, Lynn went over and opened the door, standing behind it.
“Co in,” he said, and as soon as he finished, he slled a strange odor.
The source of this sll was the half of sothing that Lauren was carrying.
“What is this?” Lynn asked.
“Master, this is sothing good,” Lauren replied as he entered and closed the door.
He then proceeded to tell Lynn about his recent experiences.
“Are you saying that you encountered so monsters in the mine, and then the lizard almost devoured all the monsters in the mine, leaving only half a corpse?” Lynn looked at the half of the corpse Lauren was holding.
It felt strange to him— this monster’s head was incredibly smooth, like it had a layer of tallic film.
Besides that, the body behind this monster was pink, segnted, with a faint golden ring in the middle of each section. This monster was only half intact, its lower half had been forcibly torn apart by so external force.
“How co there’s a tallic shell, it looks sowhat like human-made traces,” Lynn speculated in his mind.
This monster gave Lynn a very strange feeling, an indescribable sense of eeriness.
“When you ca up, no one else saw you, right?” Lynn asked.
“No, I avoided everyone else,” Lauren replied.
He knew that he didn’t look human right now, and exposing himself to human sight would only cause panic. Moreover, he didn’t have the ability to conceal himself like that lizard monster.
Lynn nodded at Lauren’s words, then focused his attention on the monster in Lauren’s hand.
Perhaps it was from reading his teacher’s recent experintal notes too often, but Lynn couldn’t help but feel eager to try sothing.
The part of the monster that had been bitten open revealed tender white flesh. There was no discolored liquid coming out of the wound— the only thing flowing from the monster’s body was a transparent, viscous liquid, which might be its blood.
Lynn took a sample of it and, through so tests, determined that this liquid was not corrosive.
He also tapped the monster’s head, and it had a tallic sound to it. At the very top of the head, upon inspection, Lynn found a flower-shaped mouthpart that could open. Inside were many silver-white, high-hardness teeth.
What followed shocked Lynn— these silver-white teeth were even harder than iron!
Lynn looked at the button in his hand that had been easily pierced by the teeth, and a hint of dread flashed in his eyes.
Lauren, who was crouching beside him, watched Lynn’s examination with an adoring look, as if Lynn were a professional inspector.
At this mont, Lauren felt that the monster’s corpse he had brought back had fully realized its maximum value! Just swallowing it like the big lizard had done earlier would have been the greatest waste.
“Master, I saw it erged from the ground and instantly devoured half a person,” Lauren pointed at the monster’s teeth.
“Are you saying it can move quickly underground?” Lynn asked.
Lauren nodded vigorously.
Lynn rubbed his chin with his finger— he didn’t know the reason. It might be due to the effect of so kind of a spell, or it could be sothing related to its skin or so other reason, just like that big lizard that could turn invisible.
Lynn then continued to examine the monster’s corpse with a curious attitude. However, the more he inspected and explored, the stranger it seed to him.
This earthworm monster really gave him a sense of being artificially created, sowhat like alchemy, but he hadn’t seen alchemy before, so he couldn’t be sure.
He thought of the records related to alchemy ntioned in the notes and tried to compare the knowledge in his mind with what he was seeing.
It was said that so wizards studied alchemy to transform monsters or magical items. There were even so wizards who specialized in creating alchemical golems to protect wizard towers from disturbances by pesky robbers while they conducted experints. There were even wizards known to establish laboratories near precious ore deposits, making it convenient to use the ore directly for creating a continuous supply of alchemical puppets.
There was said to be an iron mine near the small town.
Could it be that a wizard had conducted so experints here?
However, it was just an iron mine, and if it were really a wizard, it seed a bit shabby.
Of course, these were all Lynn’s speculations.
It was also possible that these monsters had originally lived in the ore deposits, and the workers accidentally dug into their nests, releasing these monsters.
But this still couldn’t explain the artificial traces on these monsters. Could it be that these monsters were sealed here and were accidentally released by the workers?
Lynn’s eyes flickered continuously.
“Do you rember where that mine is?” Lynn asked.
Lauren nodded. “I rember.”
“Take there. Let’s first find that lizard brother,” Lynn added.
If it were only him and Lauren, it might be sowhat dangerous. But if that lizard was willing to accompany them, their safety would be greatly increased. Although they didn’t know the level of this lizard monster, one thing was for sure— its combat power was definitely higher than the two of them combined.
At Lynn’s words, Lauren hesitated.
That lizard apparently seed to be female.
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