Purgatory Sulfur Plane, in the study of the core laboratory, Jeming was immersed in a sea of knowledge.
Dozens of Memory Crystals floated around him, and Jeming's Spiritual Power, like countless tentacles, simultaneously reached into these crystals, greedily absorbing the knowledge contained within.
This had been his norm for the past year.
After the war ended, he had almost locked himself in the study.
Every day, apart from necessary rest and cultivation, all remaining time was spent filling the gaps in his knowledge.
As for progress, there was indeed progress.
It's just that the time was too short, and indeed not much progress could be made.
While he was concentrating on calculating a part of the formulas, the Magic Network Terminal on his wrist suddenly vibrated.
Jeming frowned slightly, diverting a strand of Spiritual Power into the terminal, and seeing the message on it, he was slightly stunned.
[Emergency Task Notification]
