Chapter 1381 Walking In The Sky
Damoyed had no objections on Jonathan’s suggestion. He simply turned around and walked towards the coffin.
After all, Jonathan had never laid a hand on Damoyed before. During the great battle, Damoyed was nearly turned into ashes. Although Seboxia’s transfiguration still existed, it was also at the end of its tether after the battle.
If Jonathan wanted to get rid of him, he could have simply taken action. Why would he need to go through all this trouble?
Although the two of them were not from the same camp, there was no issue with them banding together for warmth in this small world.
In fact, Damoyed had unparalleled trust in Jonathan.
However, Caleb was unaware of the previous events. Upon witnessing such a scene, his eyes widened in surprise.
“Jonathan, I’m genuinely impressed.”
“What on earth have you done, young man? How have you managed to gain such favor from so many esteemed cultivators?”
“If you can tell me these things, I promise I won’t attack you once we’re outside.”
Jonathan looked at Caleb with a strange expression on his face.
“From what you’re saying, it sounds like you’re still planning to attack me if we go outside?”
Caleb stepped aside, making room for Damoyed in one corner. Then, he assumed a relatively comfortable position, waiting for Jonathan’s restraining barrier to start.
“Jonathan, we’re both smart people, so let’s not beat around the bush.”
“In this small world of ours, we band together out of necessity. But once we’re out there, do you really think we’d keep a ticking time bomb like you around?”
Upon hearing this, Jonathan let out a cold, mocking laugh.
“You should first pray that your eight respectable families can survive this purge by Enlighteners.”
As he spoke, Jonathan formed a hand seal, and the coffin lid closed in an instant.
The sudden darkness startled Caleb, and what followed was the activation of a series of formation restrictions, which then completely bound him in mid-air.
“Hey!” Caleb shouted loudly.
“Hey, give me some light! It’s so dark, and I’m feeling really insecure here.”
“Take this hammer!” Jonathan said coldly.
The sound echoed within the coffin, and Caleb was taken aback. Then, he began to look around in astonishment.
“This coffin of yours is quite something. It can shield against Divine Realm cultivators and Pryncyp, yet it can still transmit sound through formations.”
“I really want to understand how you managed to create these formations,” Caleb spoke with a hint of excitement in his voice.
Jonathan reached out and touched the coffin, shrinking it to just over a meter long. He used his spiritual energy to carry it by his side, then turned and ran towards the mountain peak.
“There are tens of thousands of formations in here, even I, as the controller, can’t fully grasp their principles. I need to refer to the formation guide to perform them correctly.”
“Even if the Gray family has inherited knowledge of formations, there’s absolutely no way you could decipher such a complex and intricate arcane array. You might as well save your energy.”
Upon hearing Jonathan’s words, Caleb chuckled smugly.
“Jonathan, do you even know there’s something called a computer these days?”
Even though Caleb was physically restrained, he didn’t feel the slightest bit that his life was in someone else’s hands.
“Though formations are diverse and ever-changing, they all adhere to the same principle. They are nothing more than variations and combinations of those thousands of basic formations.”
“Even if there are numerous variations, there will always be a time when they are exhausted since they are fixed combinations.”
“Even if we could get our hands on a quantum computer, the variations in your formations could be deduced in just a few hours, and a model could be created.”
“You are still trying to figure these things out with a human brain? Do you really think you’re a caveman?”
Jonathan was sprinting along the mountain ridge. Despite his calm exterior, he was, in fact, extremely nervous.
When Charleigh’s genetic medicine appeared in his world, Jonathan understood that the path of the world’s cultivators had already begun to lean towards technology.
However, in Jonathan’s understanding, this deviation could at most lead to the development of more medicines, which could forcibly enhance the constitution of cultivators.
But after hearing Caleb’s words, Jonathan finally understood.
Technology has permeated every aspect of the cultivator’s world.
The paraglider on my back effortlessly shattered the law that those below the level of Divine Realm cannot fly.
The formation can be analyzed by computer scanning, the ammunition can be mass-produced by decomposing and matching the medicinal effects. Even the cultivation aptitude can be forcibly enhanced with drugs.
Is there anything that can’t be done?
Over the past few years, Jonathan had always believed that his overall perspective was already quite good.
But now he understood that no matter how vast Chanaea was, it was just a corner of the world.
As for Enlighteners and the respectable families of the world, what they are planning is akin to a grand game of chess on a global scale.
Those who cannot see the big picture are not capable of playing even a small part.
Compared to other forces, my perspective is still too narrow!
Standing at the peak of intelligence, Jonathan was here, manipulating the formation within the coffin.
“Caleb, can this object be controlled with this ring?”
“Press hard on the ring, and the paraglider wings will pop out. However, I suggest you leap out first.”
“After all, this is your first time using this thing. The longer you’re in freefall, the more time you’ll have to adapt.”
Upon hearing Caleb’s words, Jonathan leapt up, intending to jump off the cliff below.
As his body rapidly descended, Jonathan pressed the ring in his hand.
“Bang…”
Behind Jonathan, a massive triangular wing sprang out. Jonathan’s figure abruptly paused, then he began to somersault directly under the turbulent flow.
“Use your spiritual energy to assist you. Don’t fall flat on your face. It would be quite embarrassing for you, Asura, wouldn’t it?”
Caleb couldn’t help but mockingly comment from within the coffin, guessing that it must be time for Jonathan’s test flight.
Upon hearing the reminder, Jonathan who was outside hurriedly summoned his spiritual energy to help maintain balance.
The wings drawn by the spiritual energy seemed like an extension of Jonathan’s own arms. With a mere thought and in the span of a single breath, they helped Jonathan adjust his posture.
Jonathan plunged swiftly down the mountain ravine.
Treading lightly, Jonathan shattered a large rock beneath his foot, propelling himself skyward once again.
Cultivators who had reached God Realm could leap tens of meters in a single bound which was similar to a standing long jump. They rely entirely on their own strength and momentum. Even if they could hang in the air for a long time, it was still different from gliding as a way of moving forward.
The pouch on the backpack seemed as if it was welded onto Jonathan’s body, firmly securing the triangular wing on his back.
Feeling the cold wind blowing against his face, Jonathan couldn’t help but shout out loud.
Flying was a dream in everyone’s heart. This sense of freedom was something that even a calm and composed person like Jonathan couldn’t help but feel excited about.
Gazing at the ring in his hand, Jonathan spun it forcefully.
Jonathan’s consciousness enveloped the wings behind him, carefully observing the changes in his gliding wings as the ring rotated.
On the paraglider, there were rotating mechanisms, and each rotating mechanism was a key node in the pattern on the hang glider.
As the mechanism rotated, the patterns woven into the glider wings connected, forming a massive array.