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

Chapter 275 White Mist
That fleeting flash of inspiration was like a slippery fish, leaping out of the shallows of consciousness only to instantly disappear into the deep pool of thought.

Jemin froze on the spot. He clearly felt that he had grasped a key point, but he couldn't remember what it was!

This feeling was extremely eerie, even ominous.

As a wizard specializing in mental power, having a photographic memory and clear thinking are basic qualities, while as a cultivator, reflecting on one's own thought processes is even easier.

But at this moment, his memory of what he had just realized was completely blank, leaving only a strong but unfounded intuition of "discovering a problem".

“Something’s not right…” Jemin frowned, the feeling of his thoughts being invisibly interfered with sent chills down his spine.

Instead of giving up, he quickly released two black giants, one on the left and one on the right, to guard him.

He immediately sat cross-legged in mid-air, abandoning all distracting thoughts, and his consciousness sank into the deepest part of his mind like a probe, beginning to trace back and search for the lost inspiration inch by inch.

At first, the search yielded nothing; that area of ​​memory was as if it had been erased by an eraser, so clean that it was despairing.

He even began to wonder if the mental exhaustion from continuous battles was causing hallucinations.

However, the body-strengthening method once again demonstrated its incredible adaptability.

As Jemin continued to focus on the act of "finding lost thoughts" and clearly perceived the abnormality, the body tempering method began to operate autonomously, and a certain targeted resistance or "information tracing" ability was quietly activated.

His mind seemed to be coated with an invisible filter, beginning to resist that invisible force of "forgetting".

I don't know how much time passed; it might have been just a moment, or it might have been a long struggle.

Finally, in some corner of his consciousness, a faint, concealed "trace" was rediscovered and magnified by Jemin!
"Filter-feeding...organisms...microorganisms...white mist!"

The fragmented keywords were reconnected! He finally found that fleeting thought—since there are so many giant beasts in the Void dimension that rely on filtering the white mist for survival, it means that this seemingly ethereal white mist must contain a huge number of microorganisms or other tiny life forms that can be filtered!
The logic is so simple it's almost straightforward.

But why is it that none of the wizards who came to the Sky Dimension, including himself, ever truly "noticed" this point?
He even frequently used his "all-purpose eye" capable of seeing the microscopic world to scan the environment, yet he remained blind to the "fog ecosystem" right next to him!
"...No!" Jemin suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze sharpening. "It's not that I 'didn't notice,' but that I was 'led to ignore' it!"

He subconsciously activated his "all-powerful eye" once again.

The moment the runes in his eyes lit up, something unexpected happened.

The thick white fog around them seemed to have a life of its own, retreating silently in an extremely natural way, almost like the laws of physics.

Almost at the edge of the detection range of the all-powerful eye, an "absolutely clean" spherical space with a diameter of about two meters was formed around his body, completely free of mist!
What his "all-seeing eye" observed was this deliberately cleared area, so naturally he found nothing!
"I see!" A look of shock and extreme excitement crossed Jemin's face. "It's not that it doesn't exist, but that it's 'hiding'! It's precisely avoiding all possible means of probing deeper into it!"

He deactivated the All-Seeing Eye, and the white mist returned naturally like a tide, filling the void.

All of this happened so smoothly, so "reasonably".

Undoubtedly, there is a powerful cognitive interference force at play, causing all observers to automatically ignore this highly unusual phenomenon, including all other possible doubts about the fog itself.

“There is a force… subtly guiding, even distorting, our perception and focus of thought,” Jemin murmured to himself, his gaze sharp as a knife. He reached out and carefully constructed a simple energy barrier.

During the formation of the barrier, some of the white mist was naturally enveloped, showing no signs of actively escaping or being repelled.

“It doesn’t show any obvious self-awareness…it’s more like a ‘hidden’ characteristic based on instinct and rules,” Jemin analyzed. “Moreover, if this thing really possessed immediate, proactive malice, the wizard Dionysius Spencer would never have dared to bring the entire expeditionary force here.”

At this point, Jemin could almost conclude that the white mist that shrouded two planes and was regarded as a backdrop by most wizards was the real target of Dionysius Spencer's attention!
The so-called conquest of planes may just be a side effect, or even a necessary step for some other purpose.

He has a clear understanding of his own abilities.

Even if the body-tempering method provides adaptive evolution, allowing him to eventually perceive the anomaly, it is enough to prove that the level of this cognitive interference power is limited.

He speculated that the upper limit of this force's influence was likely below level five.

Coincidentally, apart from Dionysius Spencer himself, there was no other person above level five in the entire expeditionary force!

Considering the collective absence of the three major powers that were supposed to send over inspectors... Jemin was almost certain that Dionysius Spencer was fully aware of this, and it might even have been part of the plan all along.

There must be a deeper reason for opening the spatial gate to connect to the Holy Continent, perhaps related to the characteristics of this white mist, or Dionysius Spencer's destiny plan.

“Since there was no obstruction, it means tacit approval, at least within certain limits…” Jemin pondered, his gaze sweeping over the seemingly harmless white mist around him.

Without further hesitation, he began to carefully collect these mysterious white mists using various methods.

He was certain that, given the abilities of a seventh-level Fate Wizard, Dionysius Spencer must have sensed him the moment he broke through his cognitive barrier and noticed the anomaly in the white mist.

Since the other party has not shown up to stop him so far, his current behavior is within the permitted scope.

The floating city, the core secret chamber.

Dionysius Spencer leaned back lazily in his chair, a screen in front of him clearly displaying the scene of Jemin carefully collecting the white mist.

Looking at Jemin's excited yet cautious expression, he couldn't help but purse his lips, a mixture of helplessness and heartache on his face.

"Tsk, what a perceptive little fellow... Fate's backlash comes swiftly." He muttered under his breath, his fingertips unconsciously tapping the armrest. "I only used your fate's trajectory as a 'navigator,' had a comfortable ride, and even paid the price, yet I still have to share some with him? What bad luck..."

His gaze seemed to pierce through the light barrier, landing on the white mist that Jemin had painstakingly collected, his expression complex.

It contained something that even he, a seventh-level wizard, valued highly.

At this moment, according to some kind of "equivalent exchange" of fate, he had no choice but to acquiesce, or even "passively give," a part to this second-level wizard who had accidentally glimpsed the truth.

“Never mind,” he finally shook his head, a knowing smile on his face. “It’s all part of fate. Little one, see what you can get out of this.”

(End of this chapter)