If this composite technology could be applied to larger projects...
For example, the creation of an active demon sword, or the complete upgrade of a mobile workshop, what effect would it have?
The sky was deep, but Ron’s enthusiasm for research only grew stronger.
He glanced at the starry sky outside the window, the nights in the Central Lands remained splendid.
Those distant stars seemed to be celebrating his breakthrough, emitting encouraging light.
After tidying up the newly made projectiles, he began to plan for tomorrow.
The associate professor-level permissions granted by Cassandra meant he could access many secret materials he couldn’t before.
Regarding the advancement conditions of the "Ancient Alchemist," and those strictly confidential deep Abyss intelligence—these are the knowledge he desperately needed.
"I’ll go to the forbidden knowledge area of the library tomorrow,"
He was making a detailed plan in his heart:
"First, check the relevant information about the Ancient Alchemist, understand specific job transition requirements and risk assessment.
Then research the advanced skills of astrology, especially how to safely perform the stargazing ceremony.
Finally, if time permits, also learn detailed information about Abyss Seventh Layer and below."
Thinking about Abyss exploration, Ron couldn’t help but remember the stand-in puppet he deployed in the Sea of Darkness.
That puppet has been independently existing in the Abyss for several days now.
If all goes well, it should have already collected a lot of valuable information and materials.
"A clone capable of independent thinking and remote control, not only can replace me in dangerous tasks, but also conduct research and exploration in multiple locations simultaneously."
As night deepened, Ron finished processing the last experiment record and prepared for sleep.
But as he lay in the sleep chamber, ready to enter a resting state, a subtle discomfort began to emerge deep within his consciousness.
This wasn’t ordinary fatigue or pressure, but a more nuanced... tugging sensation.
He just wanted to force himself awake, but found his consciousness uncontrollably descending, as if being dragged into the Abyss by some invisible colossal force.
The surrounding reality began to distort and deform, the metal walls of the sleep chamber flowed like melting candles, the patterns on the rune stickers began to twist crazily, like living snakes struggling desperately.
The air itself turned viscous, each breath felt like swallowing some kind of living liquid.
Ultimately, reality completely dissipated.
Replaced by a dizzying peculiar landscape.
Countless floating islands of varying sizes slowly rotated in iridescent light, each island presenting a distinctly different, nonsensical ecological environment.
Some islands were shrouded in eternal spring, but the flowers had human eyes, constantly blinking;
Some islands were purely crystal structures, but glowing blood flowed inside the crystals, rhythmically pulsing;
Some islands looked like gigantic living organs, covered with breathing skin, undulating rhythmically with a heartbeat beyond understanding.
"Welcome to my realm—Fairyland, young tri-cultivator."
A voice suddenly erupted in his consciousness, not through the ears, but directly tearing through the protection of the spiritual core.
Just this form of contact made Ron feel like a mountain was pressing on his soul, every thought becoming slow and painful.
More terrifyingly, he could feel his consciousness structure being "examined" by some indescribable entity, like a bacterial specimen under a microscope.
"You are..."
Ron struggled to maintain his sanity, though his spirit was almost crushed by this contact beyond capacity, he still attempted to analyze:
"Establishing consciousness links via the Dream Realm, possessing an independent dimensional realm... You must be the ’King of Illusions’ mentioned in Lance’s notes."
"Seems you’ve already guessed my identity. Indeed, to still maintain logical thinking under such pressure, your spiritual resilience exceeded my expectations."
The King of Illusions’s voice carried a hint of... whether praise or playful emotion:
"When I perceived the ’Creator’s Blessing’ awakening in you, I knew I must engage in a direct dialogue with you.
After all, for hundreds of years, you are the first young Wizard to simultaneously cultivate three mainstream wizardries to such heights."
Ron felt the oppressive feeling around him slightly diminish, clearly the other party was deliberately controlling their pressure intensity.
Yet even so, this exchange still left him feeling extremely uncomfortable.
Like an ant forced to converse with a human, the vast difference in life levels made every consciousness contact fraught with danger.