Chapter 445 Data and Perception
"Buzz!!!"
A deep, resonant roar, so profound it transcended hearing and directly impacted the soul, emanated from the depths of the plane.
That was the instinctive anger and resistance of the plane's will after it was "stingled".
The crimson magic circle, which had been operating smoothly, suddenly shone brightly, and the rune chains flickered wildly, clearly under terrifying pressure from a sudden surge within.
The struggle between the binding array and the will of the living plane unfolded fiercely in the silent void.
Viola's figure had already appeared at the core node of one of the binding magic arrays.
Jemin could see that she pressed her hands down, and her immense spiritual power merged with the massive magic array beneath her feet.
She was trying to stabilize the magic array and suppress the rampant awakening will of the plane.
However, the intensity of the struggle in the living dimension is beyond imagination.
Despite Viola's best efforts to maintain it, the binding array still emitted a wail of despair, with the energy overload warning alarm constantly blaring on Jemin's control panel.
Those thick, scarlet rune chains began to develop fine cracks, their light flickering uncertainly, as if they might break at any moment from the wild, growing power within them.
Time passed second by second.
There is still no news of Mentor Clark and the Starfall Wizard.
The communication channel was completely silent.
Viola's expression grew increasingly grim. She did her utmost to maintain the binding array from collapsing instantly, while frequently glancing towards the plane, her anxiety almost tangible.
Finally, she seemed to have made up her mind.
A pre-arranged emergency attack command signal was transmitted to the warship's control system and simultaneously displayed on the main screen in front of Jemin, accompanied by a glaring red warning border.
The signal's meaning is simple: launch an immediate annihilation attack!
Viola's thinking is very straightforward.
Mentor Clark carries a marking crystal, which automatically avoids the signal area of the annihilation array's firepower.
Unless you're incredibly unlucky enough to hit your mentor's exact coordinates in the first volley, there's no need to worry about friendly fire.
Even if the old man were to fall into a truly unlucky situation and an extremely low-probability event were to occur, with Instructor Clark's unfathomable strength and preparation, he would be able to withstand an attack from an annihilation array without dying.
Since we can't kill him, we don't need to hold back!
After all, the binding array is nearing its limit and we can't wait any longer!
However, to Viola's astonishment, her attack command went unanswered.
The warship did not respond.
The three-plane annihilation array remained in a pre-charged state, showing no signs of further activation.
"Jermin?!" Viola's urgent communication came through immediately, her voice filled with disbelief and suppressed anger. "What's going on? Why haven't we launched an attack yet?! The binding array is about to give way! Once it breaks free completely, without severely damaging it beforehand, our three attack arrays simply won't withstand its impact!"
On the other end of the communication, Jemin was silent for a moment.
His gaze was fixed on the deep spectral analysis diagram of the fluctuations in the will of the living plane, fed back by the detection array.
On that chart, the waveforms symbolizing aggression and destructive tendencies are indeed present, and they are intensifying as the struggle intensifies.
However... there was another special "feeling" that he keenly sensed.
That wasn't malice, nor was it an act of aggression.
It was... the unease of a newborn baby, an instinctive resistance to restraint, a violent "physiological reaction" to unfamiliar stimuli, mixed with a chaotic, aimless restlessness that seemed to be searching for something but couldn't find its direction.
This feeling doesn't come from the wizard's data analysis model; it's more ethereal and intuitive.
Jemin knew very well that this feeling stemmed from the mysterious and profound resonance he felt as a cultivator with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the vitality of all things.
Cultivators are naturally connected to heaven and earth, so his "spiritual sense" was subtly telling him that this newly born plane consciousness, in its current rage, was more like a giant baby struggling and crying because of "pain," "fear," and "discomfort," rather than a demon that was intent on destroying everything.
“Senior,” Jemin’s voice came through the communication channel, unusually calm, even with a hint of reassurance, “Don’t rush, observe for a while longer. The binding array can still hold for a while.”
“Observe what?!” Viola almost shouted. “The data speaks for itself! It’s going berserk! Its aggressive waveform is surging! Jemin, now is not the time to be soft-hearted!”
“I know the data,” Jemin insisted, his gaze fixed on the charts that appeared to others as nothing more than chaotic waveforms. “But we should also trust in Mentor Clark’s abilities. With his strength, the current living plane can’t stop him at all. Since he hasn’t come out yet, he must have his reasons.”
"Perhaps... he's trying to communicate with this new concept? Or he's found a key clue about the Starfall Wizard? Our current bombardment with the annihilation array might disrupt the mentor's plans and even trigger unpredictable chain reactions."
He paused, then added, "Senior, please try to control yourself. Don't use your pain laws to actively stimulate and attack its core consciousness. Pain can suppress it, but it might also make it more frantic and completely sever the possibility of communication."
Viola was so angry on the other side that she almost stomped her feet, but unfortunately there was no ground to stomp on in the void.
So, as she looked at the increasingly dim and cracked binding array before her, and then at the direction of the motionless warship, she was torn between her inner turmoil and her own conscience.
Data, reason, and contingency plans—all the analyses were screaming for her to forcibly take over the attack privileges and make the enemy "quiet down" first.
On the other hand, there was the junior brother's unusually persistent, even somewhat "stubborn", judgment.
Finally, Viola gritted her teeth.
"Fine! Jemin, I'll trust you this time! And I trust that old geezer too!" Her voice was filled with a resolute determination, "But if the binding array really collapses, and there's still no news from inside... you know the consequences!"
Instead of demanding an immediate attack, she focused all her attention on maintaining the stability of the binding array, using gentle energy channeling and buffering as much as possible.
Seeing that Viola had been temporarily persuaded, Jemin secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
But his back was already soaked with cold sweat.
He looked at the increasingly worse objective data on the screen, and felt the growing clarity in his heart, yet he couldn't prove it with any theory. The pressure was immense.
He knew that his reasons were actually untenable.
For wizards, "feelings" are the most unreliable thing.
He couldn't explain it, and dared not reveal his spiritual perception as a cultivator.
He could only wait silently for the outcome.
Meanwhile, outside the porthole, the struggle of the living dimension continues.
The crimson light of the binding array flickered under the impact of the green waves, like a candle burning in the wind.
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