Chapter 2541 A Rest


    Fang Heng reviewed the three advanced academic skills afterpleting the upgrades.


    Overall, the advancements had significantly improved his skills. The ult primarily enhanced the sess rate, casting time, and final effects of various spells. Alchemy unlocked high-tier alchemical items and a series of enhanced alchemical magic arrays.


    The master level in natural science granted him a natural sense, allowing him to sense the strength and intent of enemies under certain conditions.


    Furthermore, there was the attribute bonus.


    After the advancement of the three skills, and without considering the dimensional level bonuses, his attributes had increased by a total of 150 points in spirit, 100 points in physique, 100 points in perception, and 150 points in will.


    Additionally, there were extra bonuses gained for each level up.


    If all three skills advanced by one level, he could gain an additional 30 points in spirit, 15 points in physique, 10 points in perception, and 15 points in will, with a maximum level cap of 50.


    Since all three academic disciplines leaned towards magic, the temporary attribute bonuses would decrease due to the level reset effect after advancement.


    However, this was not a significant issue.


    He had already mastered the technique of quickly leveling up all three academic disciplines. It was simply a matter of utilizing vast resources and continuously grinding with his zombie clones.


    Grinding was the key!


    Fang Heng quickly remotely controlled his zombie clones in the Zombie Apocalypse to start grinding for experience. He estimated that soon, once the skill levels for the three academic disciplines were maxed out, his mental strength and will attributes would see a significant boost!


    After spending some time remotely setting up the experience-gathering process for his zombie clones, Fang Heng stood up and stretched a bit.


    It had been unusually quiettely.


    The Holy Court''s pursuers hadn''te after him, which exceeded his initial expectations.


    Fang Heng had originally thought that after two or three days of his research, the Holy Court would show up to interrupt his progress, so he had decided to stay hidden in the ult Research Society, grinding levels without rest.


    Yet, nearly half a month had passed, and his three academic skills had all been upgraded, but there was still no sign from the Holy Court.


    It was puzzling!


    What could be going on?


    The more he thought about it, the stranger it felt. Although he had heavily injured the Holy Court''s pursuersst time, Fang Heng was well aware that those injuries were not fatal. Moreover, the Holy Court was renowned for its recovery abilities.


    With such injuries, they could easily recover in just a couple of weeks.


    Had the Holy Court given up on hunting him down?


    That seemed unlikely.


    Fang Heng gently shook his head.


    Perhaps the Holy Court had a bigger n.


    He needed to be more cautious.


    At most, he could justy low for a while!


    Not wanting to dwell on it any longer, Fang Heng got up and left the cultivation hall.


    Outside the mage tower''s cultivation hall, a schr from the ult Research Society was waiting at the entrance. Upon seeing Fang Heng emerge, admiration flickered in his eyes.


    During this time, Fang Heng had not left the tower once since entering.


    He had been tirelessly grinding his academic skills without eating or drinking!


    The schr had never seen anyone work so hard.


    Perhaps this was why Fang Heng had reached such a high position in academia.


    The schr respectfully inclined his body and asked, "Mr. Fang Heng, have youpleted your studies?"


    "Yes," Fang Heng replied with a slight nod, then inquired, "Were you waiting for me?"


    "Yes," the schr replied, respectfully handing Fang Heng a thin booklet. "Mr. Fang Heng, this is the crafting method for the demon binding chain that President Fernando asked me topile and give to you."


    Fang Heng took the handwritten copy.


    A game prompt appeared in his vision.


    [Hint: The yer has obtained the crafting record for the demon binding chain (transcription).]


    Item: Demon binding chain crafting record (transcription).


    Description: Records the crafting method for the holy weapon, the demon binding chain. After gathering materials, the yer can use this item to forge the demon binding chain. n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    Description: The yer cannot currently craft high-tier demigod-level items. If attempted, the sess rate will be significantly reduced, and the item level will drop to legendary level upon sessful crafting.


    Description: Since this item is a transcription, the yer can forge ording to this record a maximum of three times (regardless of whether the forging is sessful, each attempt will consume one use). If the yer fails to meet the required crafting materials, the level of the forged item will also be reduced.


    Eh?


    Fang Heng looked at the mission description and felt a stir of excitement.


    The demon binding chain was actually at a God-level tier?


    Upon closer inspection, he noticed that the crafting materials included arge number of high-tier resources, even legendary-level advanced materials. Many of these he had never even heard of before.


    Disregarding the sess rate, the cost alone was astronomical.


    "Interesting," he murmured to himself, suddenly struck by a thought.


    The three founders of the ult Society might have been unable to gather all the high-tier materials, resulting in the creation of a chain that was not truly God-level.


    If he could gather all the materials and somehow forge a God-level demon binding chain, it might significantly limit the Jealousy demon seed.


    He hadn''t expected to stumble upon such a windfall!


    Fang Heng tucked the blueprint away and nodded lightly, "Thank you, you''ve been a great help. Please convey my thanks to President Fernando."


    "You''re wee."


    "Is there anything else?"


    "Yes, during your cultivation, your friends came to see you a few times. They asked me to deliver this letter to you as soon as you finished."


    Fang Heng took the letter that was handed to him.


    It had no signature.


    Upon opening it, he found only a short message written inside.


    "Brother Fang! Please hurry to the Necromancy Mage Association! Come to Miyisca Fortress! Everyone is waiting for you! The sooner, the better! Thank you!"


    Seeing the messy handwriting, Fang Heng immediately guessed it was from Ji Xiaobo.


    It had been about half a month since the Holy Court attack, and the mission to explore Empress Persephone''s mausoleum had likely wrapped up recently.


    They must have returned a few days ago.


    The urgency from the Necromancer Association suggested they were eager to understand the situation in the death realm.


    As Fang Heng pondered this, he noticed Luo Xu hurriedly climbing the tower stairs. Upon seeing Fang Heng, his eyes lit up, and he reported, "Lord of the demonic seed, as you instructed, the Fallen Ones Legion has beenpletely settled. I selected a trustworthy group from the remaining members, and I have screened them three times to ensure each one is reliable."


    "Good. Let''s take them with us. There''s no need to linger in this world any longer. Prepare to return with me to the Zombie World."


    "Yes, Lord of the demonic seed!"


    Fang Heng hadn''t forgotten that one of his reasons foring to Watts was to recruit a group of followers for the demonic seed.


    The triggering of the abyss altar and the ritual magic array required a significant number of believers to participate.


    Recruiting from Watts was the most convenient option.


    Once this group returned, the absorption of the abyss worshipers at the altar could begin.