Chapter 110
Lance lowered his head, no longer watching Leon's silhouette. Instead, he began scheming how to seize Leon's achievements for himself. Suddenly, Lance's eyes lit up.
That's right—once they leave here, Matthew Merlin will surely have to transcribe the secrets he uncovered during this research and submit them to the Astral Academy.
It was agreed beforehand—this is the price for comprehending the Runes of Truth here. Besides, submitting these transcribed secrets to the Astral Academy can also earn corresponding benefits...
Everyone has to do this, and Matthew Merlin is no exception. The Astral Academy has surely estimated how many Runes of Truth he has mastered, so he will definitely transcribe all the secrets of those runes.
After all, the more he submits, the greater the rewards. Once he transcribes all these secrets... heh heh...
Lance lowered his head, and his mood suddenly improved.
A few minutes later, space shifted again, and everyone found themselves inside that massive alchemical apparatus.
Upon leaving, everyone returned to their assigned laboratories to begin transcribing the secrets they had researched this time. Everyone did this—Leon included.
As for Zeiss, after sending everyone out, he hurriedly departed via a teleportation array inside the mage tower.
In another mage tower, Cyrus sat at a round table with a mage who looked to be in his thirties, yet whose eyes brimmed with wisdom and the weight of years. On the table lay three crystal balls, each recording scenes—all of them about Leon.
"Dean Darrell, these are the records of Matthew Merlin's research on the Runes of Truth. Based on our combined analysis, we estimate that Matthew Merlin has deciphered around sixteen hundred Runes of Truth..."
Cyrus reported everything about Leon with utmost respect, though his tone still betrayed a trace of shock...
Dean Darrell's gaze remained fixed on the rapidly shifting scenes within the crystal balls. Three minutes later, even his eyes showed a hint of astonishment.
"No, it's definitely not just sixteen hundred—it's closer to eighteen hundred. This is a genius, a true genius. A terrifying one. His alchemical mastery might have already reached the pinnacle of creation itself."
The dean spoke with absolute certainty, yet his voice could not remain calm.
Cyrus looked utterly stunned—this time, he was genuinely frightened...
Eighteen hundred. That meant many of the secrets within those Runes of Truth were ones the Astral Academy didn't possess at all. If all those secrets were transcribed and handed over, the academy would have to offer at least three resource-rich planes in exchange!
Those resource-rich planes—Astral Academy didn't have many to begin with. Offering three at once would be like carving off their own flesh.
Still, compared to the secrets hidden within those eighteen hundred Runes of Truth, three resource-rich planes might be acceptable. The value of the runes was even greater; with more alchemical breakthroughs, Astral Academy's pressure in conquering planes could lessen, and their chances of discovering new resource-rich planes would increase considerably...
Lin Yun had no idea that one of the three Deans of Starry Sky Academy had already been shaken. He was busy transcribing the secrets contained within the eighteen hundred Principle Runes, recording them in written form.
Of course, transcribing these secrets into words could never perfectly express the mysteries contained within the Principle Runes. But who cared about that? These secrets were already enough to support a Worldshaper’s momentum, and the Starry Sky Academy certainly wouldn’t mind.
Still, in that patch of forest at the very beginning, every Worldshaper had their own building, each equipped with a complete forging laboratory. The area was so quiet that no one would disturb them. Now, all the Worldshapers had locked themselves inside their labs, transcribing.
Lin Yun’s transcription speed was astonishingly fast. Instead of using a goose feather quill, he took out several Mana Crystal Slabs and directly imprinted the secrets onto them using the power of the Principle Runes. This method was undoubtedly many times faster, saving both effort and time.
Most importantly, only the sixteen-rune foundational Principle Runes possessed this kind of power. Ordinary Heaven-tier mages, even if they transcribed onto Mana Crystal Slabs, could only do so bit by bit, unable to imprint directly.
For seven consecutive days, Lin Yun devoted himself to this task. By today, he would complete all the transcription work, and a large pile of Mana Crystal Slabs had already accumulated at his side.
Just as Lin Yun was down to the last hundred Principle Rune secrets to transcribe, the forging laboratory he was in suddenly began to tremble. The warning Mana Crystal inside started flashing rapidly, and magic waves even penetrated the lab’s protective barriers.
Seeing the Mana Crystal flash, Lin Yun frowned. This wasn’t someone visiting—it was someone forcibly attacking the outer forging defenses. In just a short time, the outermost protective layer of the building had been breached...
With a wave of his hand, dozens of mages sent the pile of Mana Crystal Slabs at his side flying into the Spatial Relic. In the next instant, the walls of the forging laboratory bulged inward like rubber, swelling into a huge pouch before bursting open with a muffled boom. Wild magic surged into pitch-black flames, sweeping through the entire lab...
The forging devices inside the laboratory, struck and scorched by the flames, twisted into grotesque shapes like toys bent by a giant, then melted into droplets of molten iron...