chsdbacks Chapter 744 The Improvement of Mental State
Chapter 744 The Improvement of Mental State
Jemin returned to the flower bed and stood beside Augusta again.
His imposing aura had completely subsided, the surrounding crowd resumed its flow, and the sounds of clinking glasses filled the air again, as if the few seconds of stillness had never happened.
Bert Vera Augusta looked him up and down.
Her gaze swept from the top of his head to his toes, back and forth several times. Then, she pursed her lips, and a very thin crack appeared in her usual indifferent expression, revealing a smile that was so brief it was almost fleeting.
"Well done," she said.
Seemingly realizing there might have been some misunderstanding with her words, she quickly added, "Although you're quite strong, I won't admit defeat!"
"certainly."
Jemin smiled too.
"But you'd better work hard, I won't go easy on you."
Augusta gave a soft hum, turned her head, picked up her juice glass, and took a small sip.
She drank her juice with dignified grace, but the high ponytail behind her head swayed very slightly from side to side.
Although Jemin has known her for thousands of years, he doesn't really know her very well.
However, at least one thing Jemin was certain of: although Augusta said she wouldn't admit defeat, that "well done" she just said was probably the most direct praise she could give.
Jemin stopped teasing her and turned his attention back to the banquet hall.
The three foreign aids that the opposing faction had hired at great expense were forced to retreat at the first sight of him, and even their compensation was returned intact. The power struggle that followed was no longer in doubt.
The patriarch's lineage had already surpassed the opposing side in numbers thanks to the addition of David and Eileen.
Now, even in terms of deterrence, they have more than one advantage over the other side.
In the ensuing resource allocation negotiations, the other side had virtually no bargaining power.
In the distance, the level six wizards from both factions were already toasting and laughing again, appearing outwardly harmonious.
But everyone's mental energy is running at high speed under the table.
The patriarch's smile was more relaxed than usual. Although the six level six wizards from Colmar opposite him were also smiling, the curve of their mouths was obviously stiff, indicating that they had suffered a considerable loss.
Every now and then, people would glance in Jieming's direction, some with awe, some with curiosity, and some with scrutiny.
Ignoring all these stares, Jemin continued to stand by the flowerbed, staring blankly into space.
He went through the rune structure of the main array eye of the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Array from beginning to end in his mental sea, and then checked the energy conversion formula of the spiritual material ripening module of the Creation System. Then he began to calculate the extraction scheme of the true dragon bloodline in the dragon-human bloodline.
He didn't know when the wedding would end.
But the to-do list in his mind was enough to keep him busy until the wedding was over.
"It's boring, isn't it?"
A voice came from behind him, startling Jemin, who hadn't noticed anyone approaching at all.
Jemin turned his head and looked over, his pupils contracting slightly.
The Augusta Wizard had somehow appeared behind him, holding a cup of steaming tea.
He stood not close, about two or three steps away, his posture casual and composed, exactly the same as when he was talking with the other level seven wizards in the rest area.
His dark eyes, identical to Bert Villa's, were looking at Jemin, his gaze a mixture of scrutiny and satisfaction.
"Master Uncle".
Jemin immediately turned around and bowed respectfully.
Wizard Augusta nodded, acknowledging the gesture.
He walked to Jemin's side with his teacup, but instead of looking at him, he looked up at the center of the banquet hall.
There, Chief Colmar was surrounded by a group of Level Six wizards, with David and Eileen standing beside him, and guests clinking glasses around them. The two factions appeared to be on good terms, their smiles as bright as those of long-lost friends.
What do you think of them?
Wizard Augusta nodded slightly with his chin toward the group of level six wizards.
Jemin thought for a moment, then carefully chose his words: "I can understand why they did that."
The Augusta Wizard understood.
Having lived for hundreds of thousands of years, this level of euphemism meant no difference to him from being blunt.
"Do you think they're on the wrong path?" he asked.
Jemin paused for a moment, then nodded.
There's no need to beat around the bush in front of your senior master.
Moreover, since the wizard Augusta took the initiative to ask, it means that the point he wanted to make was not the issue itself.
"Although I understand what you're thinking, I still want to tell you that sometimes, whether something is right or wrong depends on one's own perspective and the actual situation." The Augusta Wizard picked up his teacup and took a sip, his tone still gentle, as if he were having a casual chat.
"For example, do you think Clark's approach is the right one?"
Jemin nodded subconsciously.
The mentor's approach is certainly correct.
The complete path of laws allows a level six cultivator to suppress multiple level seven cultivators. After advancing to level seven, the structure of laws overflows, turning the entire plane into an ocean of knowledge. If such a powerful path isn't correct, then what is?
The wizard Augusta laughed.
It's the kind of tolerant smile that an elder would show when they see a younger person jump into a pit without thinking.
"Many people think that Clark is on the wrong path. With his talent, he would have been an eighth-level wizard long ago if he had taken the conventional route. Although he is currently among the top seventh-level wizards, he still cannot face an eighth-level wizard."
Jemin opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but the words stopped in his throat.
Because he knew that the wizard Augusta was right.
Mentor Clark's combat prowess at level six was nothing short of absurd; he could even face hundreds or thousands of level seven wizards simultaneously while still at level six. However, in wizarding civilizations, the higher the level, the greater the gap in combat power between levels.
The gap between level six and level seven is enormous.
Levels seven to eight represent an even greater abyss.
Even if Mentor Clark has advanced to level seven, he will most likely still be unable to defeat a level eight wizard.
Clark had said in private conversations that even without considering the fixed laws of an eighth-level wizard, his elemental output multiplier was significantly different from that of a regular eighth-level wizard.
The full-law path gave him unparalleled combat power at his level, but it also slowed down his progress to the next level.
For Clark himself, this was a trade of "slower promotion speed" for "stronger combat power at the same level".
However, if we only consider personal development, this path is wrong.
"Therefore, whether a path is correct or not depends on the individual's specific circumstances."
The wizard Augusta's voice remained steady, but there was a deeper meaning in his tone.
"If one becomes complacent in their own world, they will eventually lose themselves within their own worldview. And for a wizard who needs to constantly research and break through, immersing oneself in one's own worldview means losing the possibility of climbing higher."
Jemin remained silent.
He felt something deep inside him being gently touched, like a tiny crack suddenly appearing on a wall he had never examined closely before.
He had just believed that his judgment was correct, that those stagnant level six wizards had gone down the wrong path.
Mentor Clark has chosen the right path.
But now, the Augusta wizard tells him that whether something is right or wrong depends on whose perspective you're looking at it from.
He suddenly realized that all his previous judgments about the "right path" had been from the same perspective: his own. The Wizard of Augusta looked at his silence, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.
He probably came to this wedding today for half the reason just to say these words.
He picked up his teacup, took another sip, and continued speaking.
"For example, look at these level six wizards." He pointed with his teacup to the group of level six wizards in the center of the banquet hall who were clinking glasses. "You might think that their stagnation, or even their decline, is a mistake. But if you consider the context of wizarding civilization as a whole, then the existence of these wizards is actually necessary."
"In reality, there are many level six wizards in the wizarding civilization, perhaps not much fewer than level five wizards. The level six wizards you usually see on the battlefield who can fight alongside you are only a small fraction of them. The vast majority of level six wizards are in a similar situation: their talents have been exhausted, they can no longer advance, so they have no choice but to 'retire'."
"The truly high-level wizards who can continuously delve deeper into the battlefield and break through are ultimately a minority. These level six wizards who cannot continue to advance and retire are the true main body of wizarding civilization."
The Augusta wizard raised his head, his gaze fixed on the distance.
"But it is precisely because of this huge number of retired level six wizards that the vast territory of the wizarding civilization can be supported. They reside in the plane, manage the territory, reproduce, train apprentices, and maintain the most basic operation of the wizarding civilization."
"Without them, elite combat units like yours would have to be demobilized from the front lines to manage territories. You feel you can fight with peace of mind on the front lines because you have no worries about your home front. But that peace of mind is earned by the logistics team behind you."
"For Colmar, it's the retired Level 6s who are keeping the family running. The same principle applies to the entire wizarding civilization. So, for the wizarding civilization, their path is not wrong."
Jemin stood there, the words of the Augusta wizard echoing in his mind.
He had never thought about this issue from this perspective.
He always stood on his own ground and used his own standards to measure the paths of others.
Even if they understand the plight of others, they still maintain a condescending attitude in judging them.
But in reality, they reached the end of their limited talents and then chose to stay where they were, continuing to contribute to the operation of wizarding civilization in another way.
This is not a mistake, it's another kind of correctness.
He felt a subtle change in his state of mind, and his understanding of the world changed accordingly.
For a long time, he has been using himself as the benchmark to measure everything, judging other people's paths by his own standards, and understanding how the world works from his own perspective.
But now, thanks to the words of the Augusta Wizard, he has for the first time truly transcended the boundaries of using himself as a benchmark.
As Jemin truly broadened his horizons and transcended the boundaries of "personality," his state of harmony with the Dao, which he had always maintained, also changed imperceptibly.
The Dao is the universal principle of the world, and the world itself certainly has more than one Dao.
Even the concept of "Tao" itself was forcibly defined by intelligent life; in the context of the world, "Tao" never actually existed.
The paths of billions of ordinary people, the paths of retired level six wizards, the paths of the all-law path, the paths of the specialized path... all these paths exist simultaneously and support each other, thus forming the vast and complex whole of wizard civilization.
Being able to understand this point is itself a deeper understanding of the "Tao".
He felt his state of being in harmony with the Dao had become more stable, and the world seemed to have become clearer.
Just as he had always observed the world with only one eye, now that Jemin had opened his other eye, he finally saw a more three-dimensional world. Coming to his senses, Jemin bowed deeply and sincerely to the Augusta Wizard.
"Thank you for your guidance, Senior Uncle."