"It's a pity, half of the functions and computing power of this temporarily replicated sub-brain cluster need to be used to assist the operation and control of this part of the consciousness, otherwise, perhaps I could calculate the result myself,"
Kalon walked back and forth among the calculating Magicians, scanning their calculation methods and processes to provide more reference samples for the sub-brain.
This knowledge was still a bit obscure for Kalon at the moment; he could only completely hand over the work to the newly evolved sub-brain cluster.
Moreover, stepping into this Ancient Magician's tower was equivalent to leaving the Green Field Forest Plane and entering the Dark Aether World. He was now infinitely far from his true original form.
The distance was so vast that he could no longer sense his true original form. The thought synchronization, which was originally a single consciousness and considered multi-tasking, was also gradually being blocked.
"It seems that the current maximum distance for other forms from the true original form is across two Planes, provided there is a Plane teleportation gate connecting them,"
"In this situation, I can draw upon the abilities of my original form, rather than relying solely on the abilities of the other differentiated forms,"
Kalon was evaluating his experiment, treating himself as the test subject.
Kalon's newly born ability, apart from himself, was that his Dragonborn form had been separated as an avatar, created by combining his psychic energy and power of faith with various strange spells similar to mirror spells, mirror images, illusions, and simulacra.
The Dragonborn avatar and simulacra shared great similarities; both could speak, think, and act like the main body. However, unlike simulacra, the Dragonborn form was not controlled by Kalon, the spellcaster; he *was* Kalon.
Moreover, after the Dragonborn avatar died, it would not turn into a puddle of melted snow like a clone created by a simulacrum; instead, it would directly return to Kalon's true original form, becoming one of Kalon's three forms again.
In a sense, this was no longer a spell, but an avatar of one of Kalon's three forms, carrying the power of faith from those monster dependents.
However, because Kalon's creation of this spell was not perfect enough—after all, although he had the sub-brain's help and was diligent, the time he had spent on the path of magic was still too short.
This Dragonborn avatar was created more by relying on his innate abilities, using the mysterious power of psychic energy and the power of faith. As for other magical knowledge, it wasn't that he had none, but rather that it only served as a reference.
Therefore, his Dragonborn avatar had to be controlled by his main consciousness, splitting his attention. Fortunately, he was already accustomed to this approach.
"This is truly a bit unaccustomed," Kalon slightly furrowed his brow. Although there was still a fundamental mystical connection with his true original form, the consciousness being blocked felt like suddenly losing an internet connection. This subtle feeling made Kalon somewhat uncomfortable.
Everything this part of his consciousness was experiencing could not be transmitted in real-time to the main consciousness of his true original form, which meant he would need to be extra careful going forward.
"I originally thought that exploring ruins and such would require more power, but in the eyes of those Magicians, power is merely a subordinate of knowledge. With knowledge, power is easily obtainable,"
Kalon felt he also needed to change his mindset. He was a True Dragon and had been influenced by the True Dragon's way of thinking, believing that mere power could allow him to rampage across endless worlds.
But in most cases, unless you possess power that no one in the world can match, power needs to coexist with wisdom.
In the silent Dark Aether World, only the soft, troubled discussions of the Magicians remained. The Aether Controller of the Dark Aether World had already left after issuing a warning. This world, which was vast enough for Kalon and his companions, was like a True Dragon living in a stinking ditch for an existence like Chekhov.
Had it not been for adhering to the terms of the contract, the Aether Controller of the Dark Aether would not even have allowed his mental construct to descend here.
In the Dark Aether World, this unique Plane, which was already similar to the Astral Plane, the relative concept of time was always rather chaotic. Kalon no longer knew how long had passed, perhaps three to five days, or perhaps half a month, before the Magicians finally achieved their results.
"Hahaha, I finally succeeded!" The white-haired Old Magician Lapers had lost his usual composure. His white hair was messy like a bird's nest, all pulled out by himself during the calculation process.
Although the other High-level Mages normally respected this Saint Realm Great Mage, they glared angrily at him when their own calculation processes were interrupted.
The squinting Hsiusir even clenched his teeth, his eyes, red and heavily shadowed, staring at his teacher.
Lapers paid no attention to the reactions of the other Magicians. He laughed joyfully. He shakily stood up, then suddenly stumbled forward. His prolonged sitting posture had caused poor blood circulation, and he nearly fell flat on his face.
Kalon's consciousness, immersed in his spiritual sea, suddenly became active. He extended a True Dragon claw, and his magic power slightly overflowed. A giant Mage Hand effortlessly lifted the Old Magician Lapers.
But Lapers completely disregarded his disheveled state. He laughed loudly: "Fortunately, the Dark Aether World here is not like the void, where there's no concept of time or up and down. Instead, it was fixed by the Ancient Magician to become a stable demi-Plane. Otherwise, only a Legendary Mage could sort things out!"
The Saint Realm Great Mage took out an extremely pure magic crystal from his person, extracting pure magic power, and began to construct a teleportation gate according to his calculation results.
"Hmm, the calculation result should be correct, but we also need to consider the impact of the Aether energy turbulence in the Dark Aether World on the teleportation gate's path," the white-haired Magician muttered to himself as he drew magic power from the magic crystal.
But a faint teleportation gate was already gradually forming on the terrace. Under the condensation of magic power, countless magical runes formed a large door that slowly opened to everyone.
The other High-level Mages also abandoned their futile attempts at calculation. For Saint Realm Great Mage Lapers, this was a test given to him by the Ancient Magician; for the other High-level Mages, it was also an assessment given by Lapers to these Magicians.
Because Lapers had requested that the records of these Magicians' calculation processes be submitted with their names, and he intended to review them one by one. This group of High-level Mages were all core-level Magicians, students who had been taught by Lapers.
"Hmm, you have finally succeeded. Although I have waited for thousands of years, at this moment, I am still a bit impatient,"
The monarch of the Dark Aether World quietly descended. The moment Chekhov arrived, all the violent, destructive energy turbulence that filled the void of the entire Dark Aether World and impacted the protective light curtain of the continent was smoothed out, becoming as docile as a cat being gently stroked by its owner.
"After you obtain the Magician's legacy, I will embark on my journey home. Kalon, my friend whom I met by chance, I hope you can also find your way home soon."
The purple monarch was clearly in a better mood. His terrifying purple face actually showed a perceptible expression of joy. He extended his invitation to Kalon.
"Perhaps one day, you can visit my homeland, Kalon. I will invite you to taste the 'life water' from my homeland."
"Way home?" Kalon thought to himself. Although he also had the idea of going home to see, this goal was not urgent for him, because urgency would be useless and would instead cause his emotions to fall into a certain anxiety.
"Thank you for your blessing. If there's a chance, I will definitely visit your homeland," Kalon knew what the 'life water' the Aether Controller spoke of was, but now that he was a True Dragon, he was completely unafraid.
"Haha, then goodbye, my friend," The Aether Controller, purple all over and with a skull-like head, laughed and turned, disappearing step by step into the Ethereal world. His form shifted the moment he took a step, transforming from the terrifying Aether Controller into a medium-built young man in a neat but simple military uniform.
Kalon's heart was touched at this moment. He suddenly called out to the gradually departing Aether Controller, "Chekhov, wait!"
The young man in military uniform heard his friend's call and turned around. He wore a helmet on his head, and the red star emblem on his chest shone brightly. His face was filled with anticipation and excitement, as humanity returned to this Aether Controller.
He smiled, "Is there anything I can help you with, Kalon?"
Kalon's face, covered in hideous thorns, struggled to form a smile. He softly said, "Nothing, take care, Chekhov. Whatever happens in the future, I hope you remain true to yourself!"
"Haha, I will," the young Chekhov paused, then smiled, waved at Kalon, and turned to disappear into this Dark Aether World.
Kalon waved at his not-so-familiar friend and followed the Magicians who had already tested the portal, stepping into the spatial portal.
It was only when Kalon truly found himself on the continent created by the Ancient Magician that he realized how incredibly vast this Magician's Plane was.
Even after thousands of years of erosion in the void, the existing area was comparable to half of a True Dragon's territory, a distance Kalon and several Magicians had estimated by walking for half a day and measuring by foot.
No one suggested moving by flight on this continent, and Kalon himself didn't want to try such an action. He honestly followed behind the Magicians, observing every move and word of Archmage Lapers.
The light barrier covering the entire continent was maintained by the power supplied by tall energy-absorbing conversion devices built above the continent.
These tall energy-absorbing devices resembled peculiar waterwheels, with extremely complex runes and magic circles inscribed on them.
However, as long as the energy currents and storms in the void collided with the area affected by the energy-absorbing devices, they would be absorbed and converted by the devices, becoming the power that protected the continent's light barrier.
Although the full scope of these energy-absorbing devices had not been observed, in Kalon's calculations, they should be located at the power nodes of a massive magic array, forming several layers of circular protection around the entire continent.
However, as they traveled, Kalon saw many energy-absorbing devices had broken down due to various problems and lack of maintenance, causing flaws in the perfectly circular energy-absorbing system. This was why the vast Plane was gradually eroded and destroyed by the energy and currents in the void.
Kalon was very interested in these energy-absorbing devices, but he knew that even if he could analyze a complete energy-absorbing device, it would be useless. More importantly, the knowledge applied to these energy-absorbing devices was difficult to reverse-engineer in the Magic Empire like in a technology world, because magic was somewhat unscientific.
Apart from these towering energy-absorbing devices, the rest of the buildings on the continent had already become ruins. From the scale of the ruins, a considerable city had once been built on this Plane.
However, after thousands of years of erosion and various influences, the city not only became ruins, but the entire continent's land became barren, dry, and weathered, with no signs of life.
Kalon and his companions were like travelers passing through the ruins of an ancient civilization in a desert, never stopping for the surrounding scenery, and heading towards the center of the continent, to the massive Elemental Pillar that connected the entire light barrier.
After walking for another half a day with these fragile Magicians, they finally arrived at their ultimate destination.
But all the Magicians, including the usually calm Kalon, were dumbfounded.
Because even with the wealth of these Magicians, and the richness of Kalon, the True Dragon's owner, they were still shocked by the riches left behind by the Ancient Magician.
The Elemental Pillar soaring into the sky in front of them supported another extremely condensed light barrier, covering the central area of the continent.
This area was not large, only a few miles in radius, but the entire area was covered with a thick layer of pure magical crystals.
These magical crystals of various attributes had already submerged the bases of several scattered buildings within the area, while the rest of the area had a thin layer, with various elemental crystals shimmering with dazzling light.
"Hiss..." Even Kalon, who had always regarded his greed and desires as insignificant distractions, had his pupils dyed red by the rush of blood to his head at this moment. Oh, a Red Dragon's eyes were already red.
But Kalon's eyes were indeed redder. His eyes were about to spit fire. This was not the greed from his Dragon bloodline controlling him, but the greed in his own nature surfacing in his mind.
"What astonishing wealth! Compared to those Ancient Magicians, we can practically be called beggars," the other Magicians also gaped, looking at this incredible wealth. This could no longer be measured by value; this shock made these Magicians forget the danger around them.
In front of such astonishing wealth, the Red Dragon was the most dangerous factor.
However, Kalon's will quickly dispelled this useless greed. Such boring emotions could sometimes be a driving force, but most of the time, they would only lead to failure.
He ignored the other Magicians who were still in a daze and instead observed the environment in front of him.
This extremely condensed protective light shield looked exceptionally thick. Kalon perceived the protective power of this light shield and had no doubt that it was strong enough to withstand a Legendary attack.
Nine tall spires emitted terrifying energy fluctuations. The soaring elemental energy light pillars shot out from the tops of the nine spires, supporting the entire light barrier.
In front of each spire, two tall humanoid sculptures, strikingly similar to diamond sculptures, stood guard.
And the countless elemental crystals overflowed from beneath these nine towers. Clearly, these nine towers were some kind of creation similar to the energy-absorbing devices, but their power was even stronger than the energy-absorbing devices, and they could also convert absorbed energy into elemental crystals.
Besides that, surrounded by the nine towers in the very center was only a single building, like a library or archive that had been isolated and transported, with only one floor, not very spacious, only the size of two ordinary rooms.
At least Kalon's vision could vaguely see rows of bookshelves through the windows, proving that the Magician had not used spatial expansion spells in this archive.
And in front of this building, only one tall stone statue stood guard, but this stone statue was dark, and taller than all the other stone statues.
"How do we get in? With this level of protection and almost infinite energy, even an Aether Controller, a Legendary powerhouse, would find it difficult to shake in a short time."
Kalon circled around, not rashly testing the protective light shield, but also couldn't find a way to enter the protective layer, so he walked back to the Magicians.
These Magicians had also finally calmed down. Although they were all here for the knowledge left behind by the Ancient Magic Empire, in front of such astonishing wealth, they inevitably would be affected, after all, greed was not exclusive to Dragons; every creature possessed this trait.
"Hehe, of course I have a way to enter here, otherwise I wouldn't be searching for these Magician's ruins," the white-haired Old Magician Lapers chuckled as he pulled out a strange magical alchemy creation from the pocket of his Magician's robe.
This magical creation was like an emblem carved with a vertical, slightly open golden eye, with several words carved in ancient magical script beside it. Kalon only saw a few words exposed outside the Magician's palm—Truth—True Sight.
The magical creation in Lapers's hand was like a token carrying information. Under the urging of Lapers's magic, it gradually emitted light, causing a slight tremor in the entire protective shield.
A stiff, inhuman voice suddenly rang out from within the protective light shield, "Heirs of the Magician, descendants of the Eye of True Sight, I have waited countless years, you have finally arrived!"
Crack, crack, the massive stone statue in front of the library, located in the center of this area, suddenly came to life, twisting its body and emitting its own voice.
And when its body twisted, it was like a human who hadn't moved for a long time, moving their body and bones, making strange sounds.