Jeming stood in front of the laboratory bench, with dozens of research notes spread out before him.
This was the result of an entire month of systematically sorting through his gains from the Information Plane.
"For now, the harvest from the last Plane War has been more or less organized..."
Jeming counted the notes, a thoughtful gleam in his eyes.
During this period, he had categorized and stored over five hundred entropy brains, practiced the execution process of the Annihilation form over a hundred times, and organized the manufacturing process of the Tier Four Talisman Witchcraft into a standard procedure, handing it over to the Black Giant Priests for mass production.
Everything had gone smoothly.
However, once he had some leisure time, Jeming discovered something else he hadn't noticed before:
His Alchemy was on the verge of a breakthrough.
Jeming closed his eyes, sensing the Ring of Truth deep within his Sea of Spirit.
