Chapter 275 White Mist

The fleeting flash of inspiration was like a slippery fish, which just jumped out of the shallows of consciousness and then instantly disappeared into the deep pool of thought.

Benjamin was stunned on the spot. He clearly felt that he had grasped a key point, but he could not remember what it was!

This feeling is extremely strange, even ominous.

As a wizard who majors in spiritual power, having a photographic memory and clear thinking are basic qualities, and as a monk, reflecting on one's own thought process is even easier.

But at this moment, his memory of what he had just realized was blank, leaving only a strong but rootless intuition of "discovering a problem".

"Something's wrong..." Benjamin frowned, the feeling of his thoughts being interfered with invisibly made his spine chill.

He did not choose to give up, but quickly released two black giants, one on the left and one on the right to guard him.

He then sat cross-legged in the air, discarding all distracting thoughts, and let his consciousness sink into the deepest level of his thinking like a probe, beginning to trace back inch by inch, searching for the lost inspiration.

At first, the search yielded no results. That area of ​​memory was as if erased by an eraser, so clean that it was despairing.

He even began to wonder if the mental exhaustion from continuous battles was causing the hallucinations.

However, the body-building method once again demonstrated its extraordinary adaptability.

After Benjamin continued to focus on the act of "finding lost thoughts" and clearly sensed the abnormality, the body-building method began to operate autonomously, and a certain targeted resistance or "information tracing" ability was quietly stimulated.

His mind seemed to be coated with an invisible filter membrane, and began to resist the invisible power of "forgetting".

I don’t know how long it took, maybe just a moment, or maybe it was a long confrontation.

Finally, in a corner of his consciousness, Benjamin captured and magnified a faint, concealed "trace"!

"Filter-feeding...organisms...microorganisms...white mist!"

The broken keywords were reconnected! He finally found the fleeting thought - since there are so many giant beasts in the airspace plane that rely on filtering white mist for survival, it means that this seemingly empty white mist must contain a huge number of microorganisms or other tiny life forms that can be filtered and fed!

The logic is so simple that it is almost straightforward.

But why, including himself, all the wizards who came to the space plane never really "noticed" this?

He even frequently used his "universal eye" that could see into the microscopic world to scan the environment, but he turned a blind eye to the "ecosystem in the fog" that was right in front of him!

"...No!" Jieming suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flashing with brilliance, "It's not that I 'didn't notice', but that I 'was led to ignore' it!"

He subconsciously activated the "Eye of All Uses" again.

At the moment the runes in his eyes lit up, something strange happened.

The thick white fog around seemed to have life, retreating silently in an extremely natural way, almost in accordance with the laws of physics.

Almost at the edge of the All-Seeing Eye's detection range, an "absolutely clean" spherical space with a diameter of about two meters and no fog at all was formed around his body!

What his "Universal Eye" observed was this deliberately cleared area, so naturally he found nothing!

"So that's it!" Benjamin's face showed a mixture of shock and extreme excitement. "It's not that it doesn't exist, but it's 'hiding'! It's precisely avoiding all possible means of in-depth exploration of it!"

He released the All-Seeing Eye, and the white mist naturally surged back like a tide, filling the gap.

It all happened so smoothly and so "reasonably".

There is no doubt that there is a powerful cognitive interference force that makes all observers automatically ignore this extremely unusual phenomenon, including all other suspicious points that may exist in the fog itself.

"There is a force... that is subtly guiding and even distorting our perception and focus of thought." Jemin muttered to himself, his eyes as sharp as a knife.

He stretched out his hand and carefully constructed a simple energy barrier.

During the formation of the barrier, a portion of the white mist was naturally wrapped in it, showing no signs of actively escaping or being rejected.

"It doesn't display any obvious self-awareness...it's more like a 'hidden' characteristic based on instinctive rules," Jemin analyzed. "Furthermore, if this thing truly possessed immediate and proactive malice, Wizard Dionysius Spencer would never have dared to bring the entire expeditionary force here."

At this point, Jemin could almost conclude that this white fog covering the two planes, which was regarded as a background by most wizards, was the real target of Dionysius Spencer's attention!

The so-called plane conquest may just be a byproduct, or even a necessary step for a certain purpose.

He has a clear understanding of his own strength.

Even if the body-building method provided adaptive evolution, allowing him to eventually detect the abnormality, it was enough to prove that the level of this cognitive interference power was limited.

He speculated that the upper limit of the influence of this power was likely below level five.

Coincidentally, in the entire expeditionary force, apart from Dionysius Spencer himself, there is no other person above level five!

Considering the collective absence of the three major forces that were supposed to send supervisors this time...Jerming was almost certain that Dionysius Spencer was well aware of this, and it might even be part of the plan.

There must be a deeper reason for opening the space gate to connect to the Holy Continent, perhaps related to the characteristics of the white mist, or the fate of Dionysius Spencer.

"Since they didn't stop it, it means they condoned it, at least within a certain limit..." Benjamin pondered, his eyes sweeping over the seemingly harmless white mist around him.

He no longer hesitated and began to try various methods to carefully collect the mysterious white mist.

He was certain that, with the ability of a seventh-level wizard of the Destiny Department, Dionysius Spencer must have sensed him the moment he broke through his cognitive barriers and noticed the abnormality of the white mist.

Since the other party has not shown up to stop him, his current behavior is within the permitted scope.

Floating city, core secret room.

Dionysius Spencer leaned lazily in his chair, and a light screen in front of him clearly showed the scene of Jermyn carefully collecting white mist.

Looking at Benjamin's excited yet cautious expression, he couldn't help but curl his lips, revealing an expression of helplessness and pain on his face.

"Tsk, what a perceptive little fellow... fate's backlash came so quickly." He muttered softly, his fingertips tapping unconsciously on the armrest. "I just used your fate trajectory as a 'navigator' to get a comfortable ride. Besides, I already paid the price, and I actually have to give him a share of the profits? What bad luck..."

His gaze seemed to penetrate the light curtain and fell on the white mist that Jieming had collected with great effort, with a complicated look in his eyes.

It contained something that even he, a seventh-level wizard, valued extremely.

And at this moment, according to a certain "equivalent exchange" of fate, he had to acquiesce, or even "passively give" a part of it to this second-level wizard who accidentally discovered the truth.

"Never mind," he finally shook his head and gave a meaningful smile. "This is also part of fate. Little one, see what you can get from this."

(End of this chapter)