Virtual Poetry Magic Pattern Array

"Okay, we will enter the Spirit Ascension Platform in three days. These three days will be a holiday for you. You can relax, but you must be prepared." After Wu Zhangkong said that, he turned around and left.

Gu Yuena's gentle touch graced Anping's shoulder. "Anping, three days of rest lie ahead. How do you plan to spend them?"

Anping's eyes gleamed with determination. "I'll delve into my studies, striving for progress each day."

Perplexed, Gu Yuena tilted her head. "Nothing else you desire to do? Perhaps a leisurely read?"

Anping remained steadfast. "There's nothing particular. Perhaps a book or two."

Gu Yuena suggested, "How about we venture out for some fun together?"

Anping, unconvinced, shook his head. "Is there anything truly enjoyable out there?"

At this time, Xie Xie pulled Tang Wulin over and said, "Let's go out and play together."

Wang Jinxi also came over, "Going out for fun? What fun are you going for? Take us, I'll pay for it."

Xie Xie said, "That can still be considered."

Gu Yuena rolled her eyes at him and said, "Whoever wants to join you can go and have fun on your own."

Tang Wulin, however, prioritized preparation. "I'll pass on leisure. The Blacksmithing Association beckons me for these next few days."

Xie Xie, skeptical, questioned, "What can you achieve in just three days?"

Tang Wulin asserted, "We're granted weekly access to the Spiritual Ascension Platform. The academy must have paid a price for us to ascend during the chaos. I believe they want us ready to enter even after graduation. Seizing the chance to evolve our first soul to a thousand years is essential."

Xie Xie's throat tightened as he voiced his realization, "Indeed, we should treasure every chance to ascend the Spirit Platform. I've been diligent in my cultivation as well."

Gu Yuena, without a word, tugged Anping along, departing the scene. Observing their exit, Xie Xie murmured, "There's no romantic connection between them right?."

Tang Wulin, shaking his head, questioned, "Why does it matter to you?"

Over the past few months, Tang Wulin had noticed a significant improvement in the camaraderie among the group. His collaboration with Wang Jinxi had strengthened their bond, and Wang Jinxi's rapport with Zhang Yangzi mirrored his own relationship with Xie Xie.

However, a noticeable distance lingered between Gu Yuena and Anping, despite their smooth teamwork in both daily training and the Spirit Platform ascensions.

Back in the dormitory, Anping reclined on his bed, delving into the spiritual library. Having advanced to a first-level wizard, new content unfolded before him—primarily focusing on the construction and analysis of various first-level spells.

After months of study, Anping discerned that most first-level spells were refined iterations of basic tricks, easily graspable with practice.

His attention shifted away from magical tomes, seeking alchemy handbooks. His quest: to uncover methods for crafting alchemical devices capable of shielding the planet's will.

On the day of becoming an Advanced Wizard, the Sky of Truth's cover depicted a bell tower. A simple sketch of the bell tower etched onto Anping's right hand held significance. Most intriguing was the faint sense of being watched, traced back to a particular wizard's book. Within its pages, he discovered that this tattoo was a gift bestowed by the will of the world.

In his pursuit of a means to shield himself from the scrutinizing gaze he believed originated from Tang Hao, Anping dedicated himself to uncovering methods to thwart the planet's will. However, an unexpected revelation emerged—what the handbook referred to as the "will of the world" wasn't the planetary will Tang Hao but rather the universe's.

Though Anping sensed no discord with Tang Hao, the periodic surveillance was something he wished to evade.

Months of meticulous data searching led Anping to a conclusion: detection boiled down to information—spirit, soul, energy, and destiny, all classified as such. Altering one's aura was pivotal. By creating a concealed zone, akin to a beacon in the dark, it signaled something amiss.

The Virtual Poetry Magic Pattern Array, a distortion-focused magic array, promised a solution. Crafted by wizards for plane invasions, it specialized in confounding small plane wills and powerful beings.

As Anping delicately handled the required materials, he began carving the magic pattern. The last stroke triggered an odd wave, accompanied by cracking sounds. The crystal he held shattered explosively, but given the non-aggressive nature of the magic pattern, damage was minimal. Multiple protective barriers shielded Anping, leaving only faint traces on the table.

Gu Yuena also alerted by this, alarmed, echoed from behind. Reacting swiftly, she appeared in Anping's room. Startled, Anping turned, "It's you. I was just crafting a small device and accidentally set it off."

"What kind of props?" Gu Yuena inquired, drawing nearer and discovering the shattered crystals on Anping's table.

Anping dismissed it nonchalantly, "Just a supplementary device. Perhaps the materials weren't optimal."

Curiosity piqued, Gu Yuena asked, "Did you test the device on yourself?"

Anping affirmed with a nod, "Yes."

"Wait for the materials," Gu Yuena declared before exiting Anping's room.

As she departed, Anping employed a cleaning technique to dispose of the crystal shards. Contemplating the choice of materials, he concluded that mithril and other metals were unsuitable for carrying the magic pattern array. The crystal itself lacked the necessary resilience.

In the midst of his musings, Gu Yuena returned, presenting a silver gem radiating faintly colorful light.

Accepting the gem, Anping analyzed its components through magic, noting its durability and infusion of life energy.

Observing Anping's indecision, Gu Yuena playfully nudged his shoulder, "Will this work?"

"Sure, it looks precious, and I'm short on funds anyway," Anping quipped, glancing at Gu Yuena with a sidelong smile.

Gu Yuena retorted, "Always thinking about money, just like Tang Wulin. Consider it a token of gratitude for the device."

"Thank you. If you ever need soul guidance devices in the future, just provide the materials, and I'll craft them for you," Anping promised.

With the materials in hand, Anping immersed himself in mixing magic ink, oblivious to Gu Yuena's presence. Once the ink was prepared, he delicately carved the magic pattern array with his quill pen.

As the final stroke was completed, a subtle wave emanated, but this time, there was no explosive outcome. The vibrant red ink gradually seeped into the silver gem, leaving behind faint, mysterious lines.

Simultaneously, an identical fluctuation subtly rippled through Gu Yuena's being. One meticulously crafted, the other closely observed, yet neither was aware of the shared resonance.