Mortal Mage

After admiring the picturesque scenery of the Song Dynasty for half a day, Zhang Mingxuan withdrew his consciousness from Que'er.

He took out the "Compendium of Immortal Herbs" from the storage ring, entered the jade slip with his spiritual consciousness, and checked the description of the elixir again. He only felt an indescribable sense of frustration hitting his chest hard.

Inside the jade slip, a row of elegant words jumped into his mind.

"The Immortal Herb Jade Slips: How to Make the Pill"

"The place where alchemy is made must be clean and free of disturbance. The alchemy room must have spiritual energy flowing through it, and a spirit gathering array must be set up to assist in the refining process."

"The furnace should be selected according to the properties of the elixir. Too much fire or too little fire will damage the medicinal materials."

"The refining of the elixir...

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"Of course, if you want to refine immortality pills, spiritual power alone is not enough to make the pills, you must rely on magic power."

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"The power is so high that only cultivators above the Mahayana stage can control it."

"Therefore, even if there are superior medicinal materials, without the power of the law, it is difficult for low-level cultivators to refine immortal-grade elixirs."

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After reading the jade slip's record of the immortal elixir, Zhang Mingxuan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to suppress the uncontrollable emotion in his heart.

He can use the method to transform spiritual energy into true energy and spiritual power, but he cannot transform spiritual power into the magic power recorded in the book.

True Qi has no attributes and can be used to run various types of exercises and enhance the power of these exercises. It is a kind of spiritual practice that is based on "Qi".

Spiritual power has attributes, which are above "Qi", and can greatly enhance all skills, magic weapons, and techniques that match its attributes.

Obviously, magic power is a more advanced form of energy than spiritual power.

What is recorded in "Compendium of Immortal Herbs" is exactly the same as what He Yiping said.

Immortal elixirs must rely on magic power.

Seeing this, anxiety crawled onto his body like a poisonous snake. Every inch of his blood was telling him: You, Zhang Mingxuan, are a useless spiritual root. It is already a tremendous opportunity for you to have managed to reach the great perfection of refining equipment and live to be two or three hundred years old. Don't be foolish and dream of going further.

"How can it be……"

Zhang Mingxuan closed his eyes tightly. However, the hopes that once burned in his heart gradually turned into cold ashes.

He suppressed his inner turmoil, opened his eyes slightly, looked at the jade slip in his hand, and unconsciously revealed a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth.

His fingers gently stroked the edge of the jade slip, and doubts began to arise in his heart.

"Is it true that as a time traveler, I am so incompetent that I cannot achieve those goals that seem to be within reach?"

"This road can only go here?"

He closed his eyes and felt a surge of resentment churning in his chest. The feeling of self-doubt was like poison, corroding every nerve in his body.

At this moment, Zhang Mingxuan suddenly opened his eyes, and the confusion in his eyes was instantly replaced by determination.

"I'm a science graduate student. Why should I let my mind be trapped in this antique that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years?"

He suddenly grabbed the jade slip, his eyes became particularly firm, "No one can define the limits of science." His voice was low, but it had an overwhelming power. He raised his head and looked at the dark sky around him. The confusion in his heart was replaced by a determination he had never had before.

Taking a deep breath, he poured his true energy into his hands and shattered the jade slip into pieces.

"It can't be possible, right?"

He stood up, looked up at the distant sky, and a sense of determination arose in his heart.

"According to the law of universal gravitation, any two particles have a force of attraction in the direction of the line connecting their centers."

"Why did the chaotic spiritual energy in Cangyan Mountain not dissipate for such a long time? The same reason: because the spiritual energy was gathered by the spiritual veins and the gravity of the terrain."

Zhang Mingxuan suddenly stood up and walked quickly to the spirit gathering array that he had set up earlier.

The spirit gathering array emitted a faint green light, and the surrounding spirit stones gradually dimmed.

"Then, the Spirit Gathering Array gathers the spiritual power, and the spiritual power becomes a high-level energy form - attributeless spiritual power."

A flash of inspiration came to his mind.

According to this logic, if spiritual power is gathered again, a higher form of energy can be generated - mana.

"According to Boyle's law: under constant quantity and temperature, the volume of an ideal gas is inversely proportional to the pressure of the gas." He pinched the rat's tooth with one hand and tightly grasped the spirit stone with the other hand. He mobilized the spirit power in his dantian and tried his best to pour it into the rat's tooth.

The yellowish rat teeth began to glow.

"Then," he wrote with his hands in the void outside the spirit gathering array. Wherever his spiritual sense could be seen, runes emerged in the space, and lines of earthy yellow veins crisscrossed. He muttered to himself, "High-concentration spiritual energy must diffuse to low-concentration areas... According to the laws of physics, Newton's law of motion: in the absence of external forces, an isolated particle remains stationary or moves in a straight line at a uniform speed. If this law is applied to the energy form of spiritual power, it is the same principle: the flow of spiritual energy must be affected by external forces."

"This external force can be a rune, it can be the terrain, it can be anything... Therefore!"

After the spirit stone in his hand dimmed, he took out another one from the ring, repeating this over and over again, muttering in a daze, "So... according to the laws of physics, spiritual energy flows under the influence of the spiritual vein's gravity and the terrain, tending to balance. The spiritual vein creates a local "gravitational field" that gathers spiritual energy to form dense points... such as a blessed place. The speed of spiritual energy flow is affected by factors such as terrain, resistance, and concentration gradient."

"So, I can get a thunderstorm area, or a pressure cooker, or the eye of a typhoon?"

I saw the beard on Zhang Mingxuan's chin growing rapidly, his hair gradually falling on his shoulders, and the sun and moon rotating behind him, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

time flies.

Zhang Mingxuan withdrew his spiritual consciousness, and a surge of warm spiritual energy submerged him.

Open your eyes and look.

On the rocks underfoot, runes are densely packed and nested in circles, with one circle of runes inside another circle, stacked up in six layers, occupying a large open space on the top of the peak.

He looked tense.

In the center of the formation, the spiritual energy that was supposed to be in gaseous form gathered layer by layer like water flow, forming a thick purple mist.

If water boils, it becomes cloud; if the cloud cools down, it becomes water again; if the water continues to cool down, it becomes ice.

So, when the spiritual energy boils away, it becomes true energy; when the true energy cools down, it becomes spiritual power; and when the spiritual power continues to cool down, it becomes magic power.

Although he could not directly control this magical power, he could sense that it had great potential.

Because the flow, transformation and compression of this magical power all rely on the formation he designed.

"I wonder if I can use the formation to control the magic power to make pills."

Thinking of this, he made a simple finger gesture on the outermost rune, trying to control the magic power in the center.

Sure enough, the magic power in the formation changed like water flow under control.

He stared at the fog ball in front of him, and fanaticism gradually appeared in his eyes.

With a gentle wave of his hand, the formation began to work.

Suddenly, spiritual energy surged all around, and a strong sense of oppression came from the formation.