Chapter 254: Fission

As Eleonora successfully advanced, a brand-new torrent of knowledge automatically converged and took shape within her mental world.

It was an incomparably complex Ninth-Circle spell model.

After the world’s law acknowledged the correctness of the periodic table, it had directly branded the authority corresponding to this truth onto her soul in the form of a spell.

The core of its structure was that very golden periodic table.

Countless precise runes and energy circuits revolved around the table.

The connection of every node, the flow of energy at every turn, all followed absolute elemental laws, forming a spell of terrifying power.

With a single thought from Eleonora, all the information about this spell was clearly presented in her mind.

It granted her the authority to reconstruct and decompose all matter within a designated range.

Theoretically, as long as she had enough mana and her spiritual power could lock onto a target, she could decompose an entire continent into its fundamental particles.

She could also forcibly combine the nitrogen and oxygen in the air to reconstruct entirely new chemical compounds.

This was a terrifying power bordering on “creation” and “annihilation.”

It far surpassed the scope of traditional elemental magic and was a brand-new application based on understanding the underlying composition of matter.

Feeling the terrifying power contained within this spell model, a sense of awe involuntarily rose in Eleonora’s heart.

“This spell…”

She whispered to herself, her voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty.

Horace immediately leaned in, his face still flushed with a lingering ecstasy, his eyes full of curiosity.

“What is it? Did the law gift you a powerful Ninth-Circle spell?”

Every newly advanced Ninth-Circle mage would receive a unique, top-tier spell based on the path they had pioneered.

It was the embodiment of their path, the symbol of their authority.

Eleonora nodded.

She looked down at her palm; the hand was still fair and slender, yet it seemed to have mastered a whole new power.

She raised her hand, palm facing up.

Above her fair palm, the air distorted slightly, and a small pinch of dust appeared out of thin air, aggregated from the insignificant matter around it.

The next moment, this pinch of dust decomposed just as suddenly, dissipating completely without a trace, as if it had never existed.

The entire process was silent, yet it contained a heart-palpitating, absolute power.

“It can decompose matter, and it can also reconstruct matter.”

She explained simply.

The smile on Horace’s face instantly froze, followed by a sharp intake of breath.

As a Ninth-Circle mage himself, he instantly understood the meaning behind this simple description.

This meant that, in theory, Eleonora could ignore the vast majority of defenses.

Before her, the sturdiest city walls were just a collection of atoms waiting to be decomposed.

The most exquisite alchemical creations would be reduced to their most primitive materials.

Even a fortress built of Aethel Crystal would no longer be an impenetrable shell in her presence.

This was an attack launched from the very foundation of matter.

“Have you given it a name?”

Klein asked, his voice steady, a curious light flickering in his blue eyes.

Eleonora pondered for a moment.

“Let’s just call it… Fission.”

Fission.

A simple and direct, yet incredibly fitting name.

The advancement ceremony was now completely over.

The celestial phenomenon slowly dissipated, and the night sky over the Born Plains was once again blanketed by starlight.

Horace snapped out of his immense shock, a brilliant smile returning to his face.

He rubbed his hands together excitedly and began to inspect and collect the leftover valuable materials in the array, calculating the total cost of this advancement.

These things could not be wasted.

Eleonora walked over to Lia, the imposing pressure from her body now completely restrained.

She had returned to being that gentle and elegant noble lady.

“Lia, to celebrate, I am planning to host a small banquet at my estate in two days.”

Her smile was gentle and sincere, her eyes filled with heartfelt gratitude.

“I hope that you and Master Klein will be able to grace us with your presence.”

“Of course, I’d be delighted.”

Lia happily accepted.

To witness the birth of a Ninth-Circle mage and receive an invitation to their banquet was a great honor for anyone.

Eleonora then turned to Klein and bowed slightly.

“Master Klein, thank you for your help this time as well. Otherwise, the flaw in the array could have caused considerable trouble.”

“It was nothing.”

Klein inclined his head slightly.

His gaze rested on Eleonora for a moment, then shifted to Horace, who was joyfully collecting magic crystals like a child, and finally, his eyes landed on Lia.

Lia was looking up at the sky, which was gradually being enveloped by the night.

Her golden hair fluttered gently in the evening breeze.

The runes at the edge of the array still emitted a soft afterglow, illuminating her profile and outlining a serene and beautiful silhouette.

A hint of contemplation surfaced in Klein’s blue eyes.

Eleonora’s path to the Ninth Circle was built upon the periodic table, a new definition of the material world.

Horace’s path to the Ninth Circle was built upon the absolute truth of mathematics, using universal formulas and geometry to describe the workings of the world.

They had both found their paths and successfully pushed open that door.

So, where did his own path to the Ninth Circle lie?

Should he continue to delve deeper along the paths of his predecessors, researching spatial magic to its absolute limit?

Or should he, like Eleonora, pioneer a brand-new path that belonged only to him?

His gaze lingered on Lia for a moment.

This young woman, who could always produce world-shaking knowledge, her very existence was like a signpost pointing to countless unknown domains.

Every piece of knowledge she produced was enough to open up a brand-new discipline, enough to support a mage in reaching the pinnacle.

Perhaps, for his own path, he too needed to find a new map from her.

This thought flashed through Klein’s mind.

“It’s getting late. We should be heading back.”

Klein spoke, breaking the tranquility of the plains.

Lia came back to her senses, turned to him, and nodded.

“Alright.”

On the other side, Horace had also nearly finished packing up.

With a grand wave of his hand, he placed the last few expensive energy crystals into his spatial ring and clapped his hands in satisfaction.

“Let’s go, let’s go, back to the capital! Tonight, I’m booking out the entire Alchemical Beaker! We’re not going home until we’re drunk!”

This Ninth-Circle Archmage, who had just witnessed his wife’s advancement, now only wanted to vent the tension he had accumulated for days in the simplest, most direct way possible.

Eleonora shook her head helplessly, but her eyes were full of an indulgent smile.

Klein raised his hand, and a stable spatial gate opened silently before him, revealing the familiar study behind it.

“See you in two days, Lady Eleonora, Master Horace.”

Lia waved her hand and stepped through the spatial gate with Klein.

As the spatial gate closed, the Born Plains once again returned to a state of absolute silence.

Only the massive circular mark on the earth glimmered faintly under the starlight, silently recounting everything that had happened that day.

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