I, a cultivator, have ended up in the wizarding world

Chapter 782 Experiment

Inside the laboratory, cool blue light quietly spilled down, illuminating the entire hall until it was spotless.

A row of brand-new culture chambers are neatly arranged in the center of the experimental area.

The pale green, highly concentrated nutrient solution flowed slowly, making a soft bubbling sound.

Through the translucent walls, ten bodies could be clearly seen floating inside.

They have the exact same facial features and bone structure.

Even the fine lines on his skin are indistinguishable from those of Jemin himself.

Ten clones floated quietly in the nutrient solution, their eyes closed, their chests rising and falling gently and rhythmically with the circulation of the nutrient solution, just like ordinary people in a deep sleep.

Jieming stood in front of the incubation chamber, arms crossed, carefully examining his work.

After a moment, he nodded in satisfaction:

"The body is fine, so... next is the soul."

His gaze slowly swept over the ten sleeping clones.

The reason he chose to use his own genetic material to create test subjects in a slower way, rather than creating them out of thin air through alchemy, was not because he had any special preference, but out of caution.

After all, although he had studied the Blood Sacrifice Technique quite thoroughly, it remained only in the theoretical stage and he had never actually used it. According to the technique's records, although the Blood Sacrifice Technique is called a blood sacrifice, what is truly sacrificed is not just the physical body, but the complete life composed of bloodline, body, and soul.

Jemin worried that if it were created out of thin air using alchemy, there might be subtle deviations that he was unaware of, which could lead to the failure of the entire sacrifice or even cause a backlash.

Therefore, to be on the safe side, the closer the experimental materials are to the target in the early experimental tests, the better.

Of course, precisely because these clones were only experimental materials, Jemin did not waste too many resources on cultivating them.

These clones only possessed Jemin's appearance and bloodline.

Apart from that, his physical strength and mental talent are only at the most ordinary level of a mortal.

Aside from inheriting some of the special resistance left by the body-forging method through their own life information, these ten bodies lack even a trace of extraordinary power. Now, these ten bodies are missing one last thing: a soul.

Jemin slowly raised his right hand: "To be on the safe side, let's just cut a sample directly from my soul for replication."

Within the spiritual sea, two completely different knowledge systems began to operate rapidly, and countless pieces of knowledge about the soul emerged like a tide.

In this respect, Jemin is quite fortunate to have knowledge from two systems, so he can combine the advantages of both systems.

In the cultivation system, the understanding of the soul leans more towards "union".

From the Qi Refining Realm onwards, the three treasures of essence, qi, and spirit continuously merge.

The entire cultivation process is essentially about continuously re-condensing the scattered life essence and ultimately returning it to oneness.

Therefore, cultivators have profound expertise in various aspects such as strengthening the soul, refining the primordial spirit, and influencing divine consciousness.

However, the technical methods related to splitting the soul are almost entirely off-limits.

After all, the souls of ordinary people are inherently fragile, and a slight misstep can lead to their annihilation.

While the souls of high-level cultivators are strong enough, they value completeness and unity, and rarely voluntarily sever their primordial spirit in order to maximize their cultivation potential.

Therefore, within the cultivation system, those who are truly skilled at soul splitting are either those demonic and evil cultivators who don't care about future potential at all.

Alternatively, one could cultivate to an extremely high level and then use the secret technique of incarnation to differentiate one's primordial spirit.

The wizard civilization, on the other hand, was exactly the opposite.

Wizards never regard the soul as something sacred and inviolable.

What they truly value is wisdom and knowledge; beyond that, they can arbitrarily distort and modify anything, whether it be themselves or others, soul or body.

In their eyes, the soul is nothing more than another energy structure that can be observed, studied, disassembled, and reassembled.

It is special, but by no means incomprehensible.

For this reason, through countless experiments on the soul over the long course of history, wizards have long since developed an extremely sophisticated understanding of the soul. The soul can be disassembled, stitched together, replicated, and even reshaped.

For wizards, the so-called soul splitting is nothing more than a routine experimental procedure.

For high-level wizards, the real trouble in cultivating a new soul is not the technology, but the cost.

Cultivating a high-level soul comparable to oneself requires far too many resources, making it uneconomical for most wizards who are not skilled in this area.

Therefore, few people are willing to do this unless absolutely necessary.

And Jemin happens to excel in both systems!

"If that's the case, then there's no reason not to use it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the alchemy was activated, and an invisible force slowly probed into the depths of his soul.

Throughout the entire process, he moved with extreme gentleness, as if a surgeon were performing a precise operation.

Several transparent blades formed from the power of alchemy slowly fell, gently tracing the patterns of the soul's fluctuations.

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A few strands of soul, as thin as hair, were completely peeled away.

The entire process was efficient and without any unnecessary delays.

Those fragments of soul were crystal clear, with smooth and rounded edges, without any signs of tearing, as if they had grown naturally like that.

Even the soul itself showed no signs of injury, as if the alchemical power had merely removed some debris that was already attached to it.

Jemin only felt a slight stinging sensation, which quickly subsided.

For him now, this level of soul damage could be fully recovered in the blink of an eye.

He raised his hand, and ten fragments of his soul flew to the ten incubation chambers, slowly disappearing into the sleeping bodies.

The next moment, the alchemical array at the bottom of the incubation chamber lit up simultaneously.

Runes lit up layer by layer, and the highly concentrated nutrient solution flowed rapidly.

A large amount of life energy was extracted by the magic array and continuously injected into the clone's body.

With the aid of alchemy, the soul fragment, which was originally only in its nascent stage, began to grow rapidly.

The soul actively connects the neural networks, and the brain tissue begins to truly "come alive".

A few minutes later, all ten incubation chambers vibrated slightly almost simultaneously.

The next moment, the ten clones slowly opened their eyes.

Twenty eyes were all fixed on Jemin outside the incubation chamber.

His gaze seemed utterly empty.

This is also normal.

Their brains were complete and their souls were fully developed, but Jemin did not impart any knowledge to them.

Therefore, these clones are able to breathe, have a heartbeat, and perform the most basic physiological activities.

But they cannot speak or think.

Jemin observed quietly for a moment.

After confirming that there were no abnormalities, he nodded slightly.

"Very good, the training can be considered a success."

He then opened the two incubation chambers, and two clones slowly floated out.

With a flick of his wrist, Jemin cast a hypnotic spell, causing the two, whose minds were already blank, to fall into an even deeper sleep, lying quietly on the experimental surface.

Jemin's third eye between his eyebrows slowly opened, and a pale silver vortex began to slowly rotate.

Truth and falsehood pierce through the illusion.

start up!

The wizarding civilization did not have any instruments specifically for testing spiritual aptitude.

However, the True Delusion Breaking the Void Eye analyzes the underlying information of all things, and it originally came from the cultivation system.

So-called spiritual qualities, naturally, cannot escape its observation.

After a while.

Two sets of data came into view.

[Spiritual aptitude: Average.]

Both clones showed the same result, which didn't surprise Jemin at all.

He extracted some blood from the two individuals; the bright red blood, under his mental control, floated in mid-air before slowly falling onto the experimental surface. The blood seemed to possess a life of its own, flowing along a predetermined path.

Crimson lines rapidly intertwined and connected, eventually forming a complex and eerie blood-red magic array.

The entire magic circle was filled with an eerie aura.

Jemin placed one of the clones at the sacrificial end and the other at the receiving end.

After confirming that there were no errors in any of the runes, he slowly extended his right hand, gently pressed it on the center of the magic circle, and slowly channeled spiritual power into it.

"Let's begin."

boom!!!

A dark red light suddenly shone, instantly illuminating the entire laboratory in a crimson glow.

Within the magic array, countless crimson light threads spread out like living things, quickly wrapping around the clone at the sacrificial end.

The clone's body began to disintegrate little by little.

Skin, flesh, bones, internal organs, and even the soul...

Everything that constitutes life is decomposed under the influence of the magic array, transforming into a special power that then flows slowly along the entire array to the other end.

The clone at the receiving end shuddered slightly, and a faint red light began to seep through its skin.

A deeper level of life structure began to slowly reorganize.

The whole process was not long.

In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, all the red light dissipated, and the laboratory returned to calm.

The sacrificial altar was now empty; the once complete clone was reduced to a small clump of grayish-white ashes.

The next second, the automatic cleaning array activated, and the ashes vanished silently.

Jemin didn't look at the ashes; all his attention was focused on the other clone.

The True Delusion-Breaking Eyes opened again, and streams of data quickly appeared.

After discovering the information he wanted, Jemin's pupils suddenly contracted.

Even the vertical eye between his eyebrows widened slightly involuntarily.

[Spiritual aptitude: Excellent.]

A brief silence fell over the laboratory.

Jemin stood there motionless, his pupils dilating as he rescanned the clone.

The results were consistent.

He slowly straightened up, his gaze falling on the bloodstains left from the experiment, then slowly shifting to the eight still-operating culture chambers behind him. "Hiss... average appearance... directly upgraded to excellent?"

He muttered to himself, his eyes filled with thought.

Within the cultivation system.

To grow from average to excellent aptitude often requires several transformative opportunities.

Countless cultivators spend their entire lives failing to cross this threshold.

And now.

An ordinary clone is simply sacrificed to another identical clone to cross over.

This is no longer just about good results.

Rather... it's almost too good to be true.