Sorcerer: I want to be an Academic Prodigy-Chapter 679 - 648 Little Chaos Realm_2

Chapter 679: Chapter 648 Little Chaos Realm_2

After some thought, he extended his Soul Consciousness and directed it toward the bubble below. To his surprise, it slipped in effortlessly.

What shocked him even more was that these bubbles were actually miniature worlds, with real mountains, rivers, and true living beings inside them.

The worlds were small, and a quick sweep of his Soul Consciousness was enough to view them entirely.

He could perceive every movement of the creatures in the miniature worlds, yet they were completely unaware of his presence.

As he delved deeper, he soon discovered that the creatures within each miniature world were intimately connected to the world’s aura, sharing the same origin. They could essentially be seen as a single entity.

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Would it be difficult for such beings to fully detach themselves?

Perhaps influenced by his thoughts, some of the beings began to develop similar ideas, preparing themselves and gathering more strength for the task.

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but within the miniature worlds, the seasons cycled several times over.

Finally, after long preparations, a creature reached the edge of the miniature world, attempting to break through the fragile bubble-like barrier and escape.

But it was not that simple. First, the barrier of the bubble resisted their attempts. Then, a mysterious pulling force emanated from all of the world’s elements, as though the weight of the entire world pressed down on the creature at once.

The creature’s own strength rapidly drained, as though it was returning to its origin. In the end, not only did the creature fail to escape, but it fused back into the bubble barrier.

The same happened to other creatures that tried.

Without a doubt, this round of attempts ended in failure.

Ivan, realizing he could influence the creatures within the miniature worlds, guided them one by one, encouraging them to use various methods to break through the bubble barriers.

The results were the same without exception: every attempt ended in failure.

‘It’s just too difficult. These creatures are inherently part of the miniature world; their roots and power are inseparably tied to it. With such obstacles, the difficulty of breaking free is exponentially higher.’

‘If they had attempted separation from the beginning, the only way would be to abandon cultivation and the growth of power. But then what would they use to challenge the barrier?’

‘Their origins were determined at birth. Their very being is marked—utterly inseparable. Even if they were to carve out bone and flesh, it would be useless unless their very core was replaced, unless their souls were completely changed.’

As time passed, Ivan racked his brain for various solutions. The more he tried, the more he felt there was no way upward or downward—this was an intractable, unsolvable knot.

“Well? Have you figured out the answer?” The old woman finally spoke, urging him on.

“They can’t transcend,” Ivan replied honestly.

“Even as his heir, you can’t do it?” A flicker of evident disappointment flashed in the old woman’s eyes.

“I can’t.” Ivan, after countless attempts, had indeed found no feasible solution. He figured he likely wouldn’t pass this trial and decided to try bargaining for more time.

“But—”

“But what?”

“Lady Yuanmu, why didn’t we choose beings from the outside from the very beginning? That way, their roots and origins would be different, giving us a few percentage points more of a chance. If handled properly, those slim odds might be leveraged into greater success rates—”

As he spoke, the old woman’s gaze changed. She fixed her eyes on him intently, making him feel increasingly uneasy until his words trailed off unfinished.

Feeling tremendous pressure weigh on him, Ivan sighed inwardly. It was over—he’d managed to anger Qingmu Yuanmu.

“Try again.”

The old woman quickly realized her behavior might have frightened the junior. Turning away, she reached into the air and grasped, scattering starlight that fell into the bubbles below, merging into the bodies of various creatures within the miniature worlds.

“Alright.”

Seeing a glimmer of hope, Ivan would not refuse. He quickly resumed the same experiments as before.

Failure once.

Failure twice.

Failure thrice.

The creatures continued to challenge the bubble barriers one after another, failing each time. However, far from being discouraged, Ivan’s gaze grew ever brighter.

The obstructions holding the creatures back were clearly weakening, revealing a glimmer of hope that they might break free of their confines.

“Hahaha, I, Marcus, have spent my entire life striving, and at last I have succeeded! I have escaped the cage and glimpsed the new world outside!”

After an untold number of attempts and sacrifices, amid countless explorations that claimed the lives of other creatures, the first successful escapee appeared, laughing exultantly toward the heavens ahead of him.

What a cocky little thing!

With two living witnesses standing right here, Ivan couldn’t help but feel secondhand embarrassment for him. Moving faster than lightning, Ivan promptly shoved the little creature back into its original miniature world.

“Heh, wasn’t that a bit cruel? The poor thing must be heartbroken now,” Qingmu Ancestor chuckled.

“Hehe, I just didn’t want him to get overly carried away and disturb you, my lady,” Ivan replied, a bit awkwardly. He did feel his actions were a bit unfair—after all, the creature had poured immense effort into escaping.

Was it just his imagination, or had Qingmu Yuanmu’s attitude toward him softened somewhat? She seemed a bit warmer than before.

“You sly little one. Fine, I’ll consider your earlier response as having answered the question,” the old woman said, her tone layered with implications.

“I took a shortcut, I admit it. Thank you for giving me the chance,” Ivan exhaled deeply, feeling relieved. Then he grew expectant—did this mean he might get the item he had been anticipating?

Still, this felt almost too easy. After all, he had only answered one question.

“You are the disciple of an old friend of mine. Since fate has brought us together today, as your elder, I must give you a meeting gift—lest my old friend accuses me of being stingy.”

The old woman’s next words dispelled his doubts.

Indeed, a figure as ancient as Qingmu Yuanmu could not be judged by conventional reasoning.