After the Wizard Tower was completed, Leilin had been staying inside it almost exclusively.
Not only was the elemental concentration far higher here than outside, which helped advance his Spiritual Power, but the Wizard Tower was also an essential venue for many advanced experiments. Many ideas he had harbored in the past could finally be put into practice.
Most importantly, the Wizard Tower could block detection by high-level Wizards, creating a private sanctuary where many of Leilin's secrets could be preserved.
With so many advantages, Leilin naturally rarely went out, spending day and night inside his Wizard Tower, meditating and conducting research with tireless dedication.
Under the Chip's assistance, one cutting-edge result after another was achieved, steadily expanding Leilin's own knowledge reserves and accumulation.
In the enormous library, Shulubi was struggling to bind a bronze-colored book with iron chains. The book was thrashing wildly, its pages covered in fangs, and letting out furious screams as he tried to place it securely on a bookshelf made of black pine.
A Wizard's library was naturally exceedingly rich, reflecting the owner's accumulated knowledge.
Although Leilin had the Chip, he had also collected a great many books from the South Coast and the Dark Polar Domain back in the day—so many that his spatial equipment had been nearly full. Now he naturally needed to sort them all out properly, categorizing and shelving them accordingly.
Furthermore, the Central Continent was vast beyond measure, with even more staggering knowledge reserves. Leilin had been continuously purchasing Wizard-related books, shipping them to the Wizard Tower in an endless stream to enrich his library.
And the apprentice Shulubi had been roped in to help with the work of organizing and preserving the books.
Despite the exhausting labor, Shulubi cherished this opportunity deeply.
Never mind the suffocatingly dense energy particles inside the Wizard Tower—the chance alone to browse through so many books at will was enough to make him faint with happiness.
Yet even reading day and night, the books he had gone through didn't amount to even a ten-thousandth of Leilin's collection.
Only now did he understand why his mentor knew so much. The sheer, terrifying volume of accumulated knowledge alone was something he could only look up to in awe.
At that moment, in one of the library's rooms, Leilin sat before an enormous desk, holding a special quill pen, writing at tremendous speed.
Character after character appeared under his pen in the span of an instant—dozens of letters emerging every single second.
His astonishing hand speed, combined with the assistance of magical techniques, allowed Leilin to accomplish what would have been impossible in his previous life.
And within his eyes, a faint blue light flickered. Line after line of characters surfaced continuously—he was copying out the data stored in the Chip entirely under his own power.
"Done!" Leilin looked at the large pile of manuscripts scattered across the desk, which nonetheless showed an underlying order, and a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.
"All the experimental data from the Ecology Garden Laboratory has been transcribed! And these..."
During his expedition to the Quicksand Fortress, Leilin's greatest harvest had been what he obtained from the Blood Vulture Nest. But in the initial laboratory, he had also found a large amount of disorganized data.
Without the core materials and receptor models, this data had been impossible to reconstruct.
But his subsequent discoveries had given Leilin a glimmer of hope.
Inside the spatial items of that green-skinned barbarian Wizard—the one cursed and tormented whom Leilin had rescued—he had found some fragmentary research materials and notes.
It seemed that even these peripheral factions, through their explorations, had managed to obtain something.
Although the other party hadn't been able to extract any meaningful content from these materials, Leilin—with the Chip and its terrifying computational power—had immediately discovered the connection between this data and the experimental data he had collected.
If he wasn't mistaken, some of the fragmented notes obtained from the green-skinned barbarian Wizard should be exactly the missing core data from the laboratory!
Although what the barbarian Wizard had collected was incomplete, for Leilin, as long as he had even fragmentary data, everything else could be derived through model experiments and extrapolation—it was merely a matter of time.
Through his subsequent exchange with Tarnasha, Leilin further refined these core data.
The experiments that had been conducted in that massive laboratory were gradually decoded under Leilin's intensive study.
"Modification and synthesis of bloodlines?!"
Leilin held a portion of the decoded content, his expression turning contemplative.
The Quicksand Organization truly lived up to its reputation as a Wizard alliance formed by sorcerers—their research into bloodlines had never ceased for a single moment.
And these ancient experimental materials and data were naturally far more in-depth and specific than the Ouroboros Circle's current research, allowing Leilin to faintly touch upon new levels.
"I have a feeling that if I fully decode these experimental research results and integrate them into my own Chip system, my understanding of bloodlines will reach an unimaginable depth. I might even be able to directly extract gene fragments from first- and second-tier bloodline creatures and synthesize ancient bloodlines!"
A flash of excitement passed through Leilin's eyes.
The bloodline shackles were an eternal pain for sorcerers. Those sorcerers who had reached the peak of their bloodlines, with nowhere left to turn, would inevitably turn their gaze toward the research of modified and synthetic bloodlines.
This was also the main direction of the Ouroboros Circle's bloodline research.
While the three Elders searched frantically for the Infernal World, they were also attempting to synthesize more powerful bloodlines on the basis of the Komodo Giant Serpene's bloodline, in order to break through their own restrictions.