As Artarius’s true body stepped into this time stream, the situation suddenly changed.

The vast will that seemed omnipotent before Jeming instantly revealed a completely different "emotions" when facing this Eighth Level Wizard.

An intense shock, even tinged with a hint of undeniable panic, spread unobstructed.

With no hesitation, the will displayed astonishing decisiveness.

All its tendrils scattered in this world between the time lines contracted madly like a startled octopus at an unprecedented speed!

The force field enveloping the world rapidly collapsed, converging towards the blue energy ball on the altar at the temple’s center, clearly intending to cut off its connection to this "temporary cage" and escape back to its true hiding place!

However, Artarius, the wizard, had painstakingly woven this vast "variable overload" net, how could he allow it to escape easily?

From the first moment his true body set foot here, Artarius’s eyes, calm as the starry sky, reflected countless data torrents incomprehensible to ordinary people.

As an Eighth Level Wizard, the amount of data processed by his calculating ability every moment was enough to sum up all the supercomputers from Jeming’s past life for a hundred years.

He was doing mental calculations.

With the terrifying speed of thought of an Eighth Level Wizard, he analyzed the structure of this temporary world between the time lines, tracked the source path of the will’s contraction, and reverse-calculated the "coordinate parameters" of its original time line.

And once he had clear "clues," the exposure of the hiding place was a foregone conclusion.

All of this happened too fast.

Jeming just felt the will that nearly erased him retreating like a tide, pressure suddenly lifting.

When he instinctively looked up, the will had already retracted most of its power.

As the contracting will was about to fully detach from the energy ball and escape into a deeper layer of the time line in the final moment...

Artarius’s lips curled into a faint smile.

"Heh... got you."

Before the voice even fell, he had already lifted his hand again, casually tearing at the void in front of him.

Sssss...

A fissure far more stable than when he first summoned Jeming, its edges flowing with dense starlight, was forcibly torn open from the world’s "structure"!

The breath from the other side of the fissure was entirely different from this temporary time rift world.

Heavier, more "real," also carrying a subtle resonance with this stream world.

Without a trace of hesitation, Artarius stepped into the fissure, his figure instantly swallowed by the darkness.

Jeming reacted swiftly.

He knew that staying here might allow survival, but if anything went wrong, he could very well be lost along with this time rift world.

By comparison, following the Star Forger was perhaps the better survival path and the only chance to uncover the final mystery.

He rushed into the starry fissure without hesitation.

After a brief sensation of weightlessness and distortion from traversing different dimensional layers, his feet hit solid ground.

The instant Jeming stabilized, he sensed the essential difference.

The surrounding environment was still that temple with its rugged style, stone pillars, dome, altar.

But the stone here was not a lifeless gray and barren; instead, it glowed with a warm and restrained energy sheen.

The air was thick with an ancient and solemn aura; the temple itself seemed permeated by the passage of time and some elevated "meaning," exuding a truly grand and sacred majesty, starkly different from the artificial cold of the "replica" before.

There was no doubt that this was the real deal!

This was the core time line world truly constructed by that mysterious existence, where they had long hidden.

The scene at the temple center further confirmed this.

Above the altar, no longer hovered a simple blue energy ball.

But a giant metal sphere over five meters in diameter, brimming with mechanical beauty!

The sphere’s surface was not smooth, crisscrossed with intricately arranged vertical energy conduits.

Inside the conduits flowed highly concentrated streams of gold and silver energy, emitting a low, steady hum.

The entire sphere looked like a masterpiece combining top-notch engineering aesthetics.

At this moment, the energy conduits on its surface flashed wildly like never before, obviously running at overcapacity, handling immense amounts of energy and information, addressing the unexpected intrusion crisis.

Jeming’s eyes swept quickly but did not find the figure of Artarius the wizard, who had entered ahead.

But just as doubt rose in his mind, the spiritual mark imprinted on the surface of his soul was triggered.

From the surrounding environment, spiritual power strands suddenly extruded.

Jeming immediately recognized them; it was the Spiritual Power of Artarius the Wizard.

Upon sensing the mark from Artarius the Wizard on Jeming, this Spiritual Power autonomously gathered and surged toward him.

At the same time, the "things" carried within the Spiritual Power were also received by Jeming.

It was the information left by Artarius beforehand, automatically released at this moment:

"Due to time flow differences in worlds of different timelines, you’ll likely not see me when you enter. I will do my best to lock onto its core defense mechanism and suppress and restrain it. Its active defense ability has been significantly weakened, but its internal data firewall and information countermeasures remain operational."

"If you come in, immediately approach the orb while I restrain its protective mechanism, and attempt to decrypt and Link information via external interfaces or weak points. I will fully maintain the suppression."

The information was concise and clear, guiding Jeming’s task at this moment.

Jeming didn’t hesitate for a moment.

In such a level of confrontation, doubting the judgment and arrangements of an Eighth Level Wizard is foolish.

If there’s a defense that even a Starforger couldn’t solve, my strength stands no chance.

Conversely, if Artarius has created an opportunity, I must seize it!

His silhouette moved, transforming into a stream of light, heading straight for the massive mechanical orb.

The orb clearly sensed Jeming’s approach.

The energy lines on its surface flickered more violently, and the whole sphere emitted a deep, angry tremor.

However, as Artarius’ information indicated, its "active defense"—the will to erase existence directly, time turbulence, space lockdown, etc.—seemed to be tightly suppressed by a stronger force, unable to be executed.

At this moment, the orb behaved more like a central computer with most of its weapon systems stripped, only able to issue alarms and conduct limited internal resistance.

Watching Jeming quickly approach, the residual defense mechanisms within the orb were fully activated.

A flow of will, though much weaker than before yet still vast and chaotic, mixed with a massive amount of disordered, contradictory, and noisy information streams, like a flood of sewage breaching, rushed madly towards Jeming’s consciousness!

This was the most primitive mental contamination and information overload attack, attempting to shatter Jeming’s sanity, block his thoughts, and reduce him to idiocy or scatter his consciousness.

If used against ordinary Fifth Level creatures, or even some Sixth Level Beings not proficient in mental defense, this move might be effective.

Unfortunately, in the eyes of a Wizard, this method is too "crude."

Moreover, Jeming is not only a Wizard, but also a Cultivator possessing the Primordial Spirit of Divinity Transformation Realm!

His Soul essence has undergone dual refinement, with stability far surpassing his level.

"Petty trick!" Jeming snorted coldly.

The Primordial Spirit clear as a mirror, the Five Elements Rainbow Transformation Mirror emanated light, Spiritual Power transformed into an impregnable dam, while also operating the "Calm and Peaceful Mind" Dharma Gate recorded in the Great Dao Book Pavilion.

The chaotic will and information trash surged, crashed against his mental defenses, most deflected directly, while those minutely penetrating were swiftly decomposed and isolated by the Five Elements Rainbow Transformation Mirror, unable to affect his core thought and actions.

Facing this mental and information "mudslide," Jeming steadily landed beside the enormous mechanical orb.

Observing up close, he could sense the precision and antiquity of this creation even more.

Flowing inside those energy lines was not only Energy, but seemingly also highly complex information coding.

No time to enjoy, Jeming immediately activated the All-Purpose Eye with full force.

Deep in his pupils, a complex woven of Runes and Spirit Light, elevating his vision and perception to the limit.

The huge metal orb before his "eyes" rapidly deconstructed into countless flowing data, Energy paths, Rune structures, interface definitions, information keys...

A torrent of highly encrypted, characteristic of unknown tech trees, data streams washed over his consciousness.

Jeming focused all his mind, swiftly sifted and compared, seeking patterns and breakthrough points.

His goal was clear: find an interactable "interface," an "central area" of information storage, or a relatively weak "logical flaw" in defense.

Time passed amidst the highly tense decryption.

The orb’s resistance grew weaker by the moment, yet the complexity of its internal data streams was also beyond imagination.

Finally, at one moment, Jeming’s All-Purpose Eye captured a unique "data stream."

This data stream differed from others responsible for energy transmission, system maintenance, or defensive feedback information; it was more "complex," more "ordered," and its flow path pointed toward a core region within the orb, protected by multiple layers of encryption.

Its data coding style, upon Jeming’s repeated confirmation, was deemed of the "archive" and "record" type.

"Information storage structure...or...access channel for the central database?" Jeming’s eyes lit up.

Processing a vast amount of information, he immediately dispatched a part carrying his own Soul imprint and decryption Runic consciousness tendrils, cautiously "probing" towards the area indicated by that unique data stream.

At the instant of contact by the consciousness tendrils, a far more majestic data surge than before overwhelmed him.

But this time it was not an attack, merely the simple release of massive recorded information.

In an instant, Jeming’s consciousness was swept into an abyss of data composed of memories and moments.