Jake focused his Divine Perception once more.
Bloodline Planes Lawforce! It's barely a trace—so faint it would be undetectable to anyone without a Archon Magus-tier soul. But it's real.
Artifacts infused with the laws of heaven and earth were exceedingly rare. Jake had seen such items before—his Tear of Time was one of them.
In any mundane realm, Planes lawforce-infused treasures were considered supreme. Even Saint Magi held them in the highest regard.
Planes Lawforce represented the apex of magical power. All bloodline magic bowed before Bloodline Planes Lawforce.
That meant an artifact forged with Bloodline Lawforce could suppress all bloodline magic—a lifelong pursuit for any bloodline orientated mage.
Of course, a mage still needed the right cultivation method and forging arts to unlock such an artifact's true potential.
But for a treasure of this caliber to appear so absurdly, so casually before Jake's eyes—it was staggering.
Goldthread Crystals may be rare, but only relatively. Even a bio-beast level zombie could produce one. But a plane's lawforce-infused treasure like this...
Jake was shaken by his own speculation.
What did it mean? He couldn't say.
But it was something that shattered the foundations of his worldview.
Strictly speaking, only cultivators who have reached the Archon Magus tier have truly begun their divine path.
They are the ones who have shed their mortal shells and become beings transcending the mundane realm.
The first step toward becoming a Archon Magus is sensing the power of the Planes Lawforce—and gradually learning to wield it.
Once a cultivator can skillfully command the Planes Lawforce, they step into the realm of Supreme Archon Magus—the highest level attainable in the mundane world. Beyond that lies Ascension to the higher realms.
Thus, a Planes Lawforce-infused treasure in the mundane realm is not only exceedingly rare—it cannot be naturally produced.
There are only three known sources: a drop from the higher realms, a heavenly treasure born during the initial spiritual awakening of the mundane realm, or an ancient legacy passed down through time.
So if a mundane realm begins to show signs of multiple Planes Lawforce artifacts appearing—it's not just unbelievable. It's irrational. And it may not be a good omen.
Jake's expression turned grave. As one of the peak cultivators of his realm, he knew far more than ordinary people. And what he had just witnessed on this Blue planet had already exceeded his understanding.
Though it's too early to draw conclusions, I've clearly underestimated this world. There are far too many secrets waiting to be uncovered.
He walked over, picked up the Goldthread Crystal, examined it once more, and carefully returned it to his ring.
Jake had always been cautious with things he didn't understand. He decided to study the Goldthread Crystal and its origins slowly.
Then he took out the Blueblood Crystal—another item he had never seen before.
This energy is richer… more refined. But something about it feels… off.
Jake frowned in contemplation.
This body hasn't begun cultivation yet. I have no magical power at all. With only Spirit Perception, I can't accurately assess these unfamiliar materials.
Looks like it's time to draft a proper cultivation plan.
With that thought, Jake sat down cross-legged and began an internal scan.
Though he had previously done a quick sweep of this body, everything had happened too fast—he hadn't had time for a detailed inspection.
Moments later, he opened his eyes.
Heh. So it's fate after all. A dual-element Magical-Spiritual Root—fire and earth—exactly the same as in my previous life. Is this divine will?
Well, that makes things easier. My previous cultivation method was top-tier, yes—but it wasn't tailored to me.
Now that I've reincarnated and begun anew, I can use two thousand years of experience to forge a method perfectly suited to myself. That's a rare opportunity!
The thought fired him up. It was like a veteran gamer starting a second playthrough—armed with knowledge, ready to fix every regret and build the perfect character.
Just imagining it made him excited.
No hesitation. Jake dove into his old cultivation method, dissecting it piece by piece. He then combined it with the top-tier techniques he had gathered later from Magworldz.
The more he studied, the more energized he became—breaking apart elite methods, fusing them, reshaping them with his own insight. It felt exactly like turning on cheat mode in a game.
Jake had fully sunk into obsession. When hungry, he popped a Military March Pill. When thirsty, he drank tap water.
These pills are basically the same as the Fasting Pills I used during the Ki-Energy Refinement stage in my previous life. But they make me ridiculously thirsty. And with a mundane body, I still have to go to the bathroom. What a pain!
He worked nonstop for days and nights, eventually drafting the framework of a new cultivation method and mapping out his future path.
If not for his Archon Magus-tier soul, this level of nonstop exertion would've killed him from sheer exhaustion.
Even so, Jake was hitting his limit. His body was still that of a mundane.
He stood up, stretched with a groan, and decided to sleep to recover his energy.
Eat, drink, poop, pee, sleep—the five mundane annoyances!
Just as he was about to lie down, a sudden tap tap tap came from the window.
A transport craft's boarding bridge had latched onto his apartment window. Two yellow-haired men were banging on the glass, shouting in frustration.
From their lip movements, it was clear: "Open the window!"
Jake was exhausted, but he quickly recognized them.
They were the ones who had helped him apply for a loan recently—Leo and Marcus, both peripheral members of MK-14.
Jake walked to the window. The soundproof glass blocked everything, so he could only see their exaggerated expressions and flailing gestures.
He wasn't trying to dodge the debt. He was just too tired to deal with trivial nonsense right now.
Jake waved lazily, pointed to his mouth, and exaggerated his lip movements: "F Off… come back another day."
Meanwhile, Jack wired the loan repayment via Nurelink.
Outside, the two men had no trouble decoding the F-words—but they were too furious to notice the money had gone through.
With focus on the F-message, Leo and Marcus were stunned.
If not for the basic laws still enforced in the outer city of the Sanctuary Zone, they'd have smashed the window on the spot.
No debtor had ever dared to pull this stunt. Was this kid insane?
Seeing Jake's complete lack of cooperation, Leo pressed his face against the glass and mouthed:
"You little punk, just you wait."
Worried Jake might not catch it, he prepared to repeat the phrase several times—like a mime rehearsing for a very angry play.
Marcus stood beside him, enthusiastically gesturing like a backup dancer in a silent intimidation routine.
The goal: scare Jake into a coma.
Halfway through the performance, Marcus's expression shifted. He nudged Leo with his elbow.
"Bro… I think the kid fell asleep."
Leo, nose practically glued to the glass, couldn't see clearly. But the moment hit him hard—he'd just lost face in front of his sidekick.
Leo fumed and tried even harder over the window to deliver his mouth and facial expression.
"Damn it! You… little…brat… got… a… death… wish…!"
"Bro, maybe don't mouth that one. He can't see it."
"..."
"You better just Shut up! Marcus."
Marcus, sensing Leo's rising fury, leaned toward the window and added with dramatic flair, "Leo… is… very… angry…. The… consequences… will… be… severe…! You…better… watch… out…!"
Leo: "He can't see it, can't you see he's asleep? You damn fool!!!, try using your brain for once. I'm exhausted."
Marcus: "...."