It is necessary to ensure that the two thousand spiritual seas do not conflict, and can be connected with the body and resonate with the magic emblem...

The quartz clock on the wall ticks and listens to his heartbeat.

Dong, Dong, Dong...

12 minutes and 7 seconds.

Speed ​​up.

Ye Mingyu took out a pen in his left hand, held it again, and started working at the same time, using the two-point calculations.

Countless magical laws pass through my mind, as if they fall into the ocean of truth. The knowledge that is so majestic that it overturns all things will be suffocated by anyone seeing it.

At this moment, the battle is...it's the foundation!

Behind Ye Mingyu, there seemed to be countless theoretical mages roaring in their souls:

"Wrong, wrong method, the manifestation of magic at the macro level must be affected by the external environment, and the external environment will inevitably affect the magic."

"No, go back. If you want to split the sea of ​​spirit, you need to consider the energy supply. You are only at the apprentice level and it is impossible to communicate the origin of chaos. This path will not work."

"It's still wrong. Relying on the existing spiritual space, it must be continuous, and it must be continuous! The transmission between magic power cannot create a fault, and the idea is wrong."

"Using the law of magic orbit, there is no absolutely isolated magic energy in the world. Magic energy will interact at the level of consciousness! Convert formulas into geometric magic arrays."

"No, it's completely unreliable."

18 minutes and 31 seconds.

The first draft paper was used up, and the wind swept through the window rolled over the title page, revealing a deduction model with golden light.

Ye Mingyu's heart is like a mirror. The more he reaches this point, the more he needs to be calm.

If a mage is compared to a gun cannon, then the sea of ​​spirit is the magazine of magic, the body is the barrel of magic passing through, and the magic emblem is the muzzle at the time of output.

The three must be unified.

20 minutes and 14 seconds.

Another magic array model is completed under the pen.

The magical language of 126 characters twisted and lit up a blue light, and the light flashed in Ye Mingyu's eyes.

If there is really something in the world that can exceed the speed of light, that thing... is thinking!

The speed of thinking continues to accelerate, as if time is being lengthened.

The logic was so fast that the logic was pushed apart, and countless intuitions flashed through the flash of inspiration, prying open the blocked divine door and locking the only correct answer.

In the storm of chasing all things, the gods shout in their minds!

29 minutes and 54 seconds.

Finish.

With a snap.

The clouds outside the sky were rolling, as if a true god was looking down from the sky, looking at the pen holder that fell lightly in the window.

In Ye Mingyu's eyes.

Among the flying messy paper pages.

Through the gaps, I saw the unique constant.

A constant that is destined to be kept in history if it is published.

That is, the degree of fit between the sea of ​​spirit and physical fitness is... fixed value.

Theoretically, substituting it into a series of formulas and based on the final series of data, a magic array that reshapes the sea of ​​spirit is obtained.

The new sea of ​​spirit will not need to resonate with the body, but will directly rely on physical cells.

Whether it can be successful or not needs to be tried personally.

Ye Mingyu closed his eyes, and the golden array pattern was drawn out in the sea of ​​spirit, pointing from the leftmost to the rightmost, and then turning upwards, the inner and outer rings intertwined, with ancient twisted spells on both sides.

In this era, no one can recognize this strange spell.

That is a text that is older than an elves.

A long time ago, this kind of spell was said to be able to directly reach the gods and bring the wishes of mortals to heaven.

In an instant.

It's like falling into an ice cave, climbing coldly.

31 minutes and 25 seconds.

boom--

The sea of ​​spirit is like a broken mirror, turned into dust in the sky, abandoned by the torrent of magic.

Ye Mingyu's brain was filled with severe pain like needles, which penetrated into the bone marrow, bite or schi, and every cell was ground into slag.

"Um......"

He groaned in a low voice.

The pain continued, Ye Mingyu's hand tightly held the corner of the table, his face as golden paper, without saying a word.

The second hand of the quartz wall clock rotates, which is the only sound in this classroom.

39 minutes and 28 seconds.

The golden magic circle began to work, as if the goddesses in the church were praying devoutly, and the tunes like Gita were filled with holiness without fireworks.

Sweat seeped out of Ye Mingyu's forehead.

In a certain cell in his body, something undergoes a qualitative change.

It is spreading, splitting, growing.

What is that?

A new sea of ​​spirit?

The sound of overwhelming sound came from his body, and Ye Mingyu's thinking became more and more chaotic.

Soul strength can't be supported?

Even his soul strength cannot support the division of the spiritual sea?

Finally, the scene in front of me became blurred and gradually was swallowed by the darkness.

A cracked sound came from the body.

42 minutes and 37 seconds.

Failed.

Ye Mingyu's face was pale and powerless, but there seemed to be a burning soul fire in his pupils.

“In theory, there is no way to be wrong.”

But if you are wrong, you are wrong.

His consciousness seemed to be falling, falling into the dark and gloomy land.

Under the dark sun on the border of the underworld, the rotten River Styx rushes in front of you.

On the other side of the River Styx, in the fields spread all over Manzhushahua, there are all famous modern theoretical mages.

The founder of the three laws of magic energy - Godot.

The founder of the Magic Emblem Structure Theory - Xu Lao.

Modham, the promoter of the theory of body refining and magic.

The proposer of the macro theorem of the sea of ​​spirit—Mo Zi.

.........

Hundreds of deceased theoretical ancestors, standing on the other side of the Styx, where bones are piled up, have worked hard for this existing system and spent centuries.

At this moment, these great men who were famous for their history stared at the ridiculous failure.

So what if Ye Mingyu is strong?

How can one person refute the system that has been designated as a perfect one by countless people?

Maybe I was a little anxious.

It’s right to think about it. The birth of genius has always been throughout history. He is not the only one with talent?

How can the conclusions drawn through theory and practice be so easily denied?

Although the sea of ​​spirit was damaged, it was not a serious problem and could recover in a few days.

Ye Mingyu opened his eyes and all the illusions in his heart disappeared.

Return to reality.

The wall clock rotated, and the ticking sounded like a pair of eyes, watching him roll the pile of draft paper into a ball.
To be continued...