Wizard: I Can Refine Everything

"You seem spirited, Miracle."

In the Sea of Souls, a gigantic soul mimic resembling a whale spoke to Richard.

Opposite him, Richard's soul mimic transformed into a massive octopus with a simplistic cartoon-like face, reminiscent of the humorously anthropomorphic animals in animated films.

"Not bad, considering I'm about to ascend. I definitely need to be on my toes."

Richard and the Soul Crown inhabit the deep sea area of the Sea of Souls, a region where ordinary souls can't typically dive.

Only Dominators or creatures like Richard, who have condensed a dimensional prototype, possess enough power to reach this area.

Of course, this doesn't mean Richard is particularly weak in this region.

Besides these outsiders, many native inhabitants also dwell in this deep sea region.

These native creatures of the Sea of Souls are mostly harmless to outsiders, and quite a few even benefit Dominators and quasi-Dominators like Richard.

And the Soul Crown's favorite pastime is to swiftly roam this deep sea, devouring soul sea creatures to strengthen its soul.

Between laughs, the huge whale mimicked by the Soul Crown swallowed a school of small fish glowing a ghostly green.

Watching the scene, Richard curiously asked, "Crown, you've been in the Sea of Souls for years. I imagine your spiritual power has long since reached its limit.

Is there still any effect in devouring these soul sea creatures without breaking the limit?"

"Haha, of course, there is."

The Soul Crown didn't hide anything, straightforwardly resolving Richard's doubt.

"You should know, the difference between Seventh-level creatures and Eighth-level creatures lies in whether the dimension is mature. After Seventh-level ascends to the eighth, there's no qualitative leap."

Richard's tentacles slightly twitched.

"I know that."

When he first contacted the Truth Council, Richard had doubts about the council's system.

Because, according to the gap between life levels, the Seven Rings of Truth shouldn't be able to sit at the table with the Eight Rings of Truth.

The Truth Council should have only the Plastic Energy and Alchemy Crown Throne.

Even if considering contributions, at most, you could add the Curse Crown Throne, forming a three-member council.

Only later, when he asked the Physique Crown Throne, did he realize that the gap between the Seventh-level Dominator and Eighth-level Dominator is merely in the amount of dimensional power.

In battles between Dominators, dimensional power tends to counterbalance.

If you have a dimension, I also have a dimension, which means we're effectively canceling each other out.

Before the dimensional power is completely exhausted, the real competition between two Dominators lies in their fundamental qualities, knowledge, and battle experience.

This is also why the Seven Rings of Truth can be at the table.

Before the dimensional power is completely exhausted, the Eight Rings Truth Wizard and their battle strength can't really pull ahead.

"Have you ever considered that the quality of the Soul of Dominator can also be enhanced?" The Soul Crown smiled.

Suddenly, Richard felt as if he had been electrified, jerking in astonishment.

Indeed, although the ascent no longer brings quality improvement, that doesn't mean quality can't be enhanced.

"Then you, Crown... have you effectively broken the limit?" Richard exclaimed.

The Soul Crown slightly shook its head, with a hint of sigh in its voice.

"Not quite to that degree, even though my soul quality has already increased by half, the qualitative gap between me and Plastic Energy still exists.

This is after he has broken the limit, without paying much attention to spiritual power enhancement.

If he bathed in the Sea of Souls every day like I do, his spiritual power would probably have far surpassed mine by now."

"Why doesn't the Plastic Energy Crown do that?" Richard subconsciously asked.

For Physique Evolution, physique enhancement is the highest priority in boosting strength.

"Because we are spiritual evolution, even if spiritual power increases, without enough knowledge, you remain weak. The power of spells won't grow just because your spiritual power increases; it'll only change with model alterations."

Saying this, the Soul Crown looked at Richard with a bit of envy.

Richard, being Physique Evolution, sees immediate combat strength improvement as his physique advances.

If spiritual evolution was the same, he'd probably be challenging the Alchemy Crown Throne now.

The casual conversation quickly wrapped up, and Richard explained his intention.

"Your ritual is a bit insane."

The Soul Crown's reaction to Richard's ritual was identical to Plastic Energy's.

However, having good relations with the Curse Crown Throne and pondering for a while, the Soul Crown was surprised to find Richard's ritual quite feasible.

The purpose of Richard's visit was soul sequencing. Though souls appear similar, they have internal structural differences.

These differences affect a soul's resistance to certain attacks, and even lead to the development of soul talents.

Once sequencing is completed, he can calculate the size of the enclosed space where he's most likely to achieve reformation.

Soul sequencing isn't complex—at least not for the Soul Crown.

With the dimensional power of the Soul Crown infused into his soul, Richard felt as if his soul turned "transparent," with everything inside clearly visible.

Even the Miracle Furnace could be directly observed.

This unique sensation lasted seven days, and on the eighth day, the Soul Crown presented Richard with a soul structure diagram.

"I didn't expect you had a soul talent, though it seems you haven't specifically developed it, which is a bit of a pity."

The Soul Crown handed a sphere recording the soul structure to Richard, casually suggesting.

"Your soul talent is quite good. If you have time in the future, you can come to the Sea of Souls to eat a type of purple glow batfish.

This creature is very beneficial for developing soul talents. Even after you ascend to Truth-bearer, this creature's efficacy persists, though you'll require a larger quantity by then.

"If this talent is fully developed, it can not only see the flow of energy, but also see through the veil, even penetrate the dimensional barrier."

Richard slightly waved his tentacle, indicating he understood. Then he recorded the structure and left the Sea of Souls.

With the soul structure in hand, the next step is to calculate based on the theories of the Soul School.

Calculating the dissipation of the soul structure and its reorganization through external conditions is a task that requires immense computing power.

Fortunately, the Wizard Civilization does not lack computing power.

Within the ruins of the Computing Array, Lan input the structure diagram and calculation formula that Richard had sent.

"Lord Richard, is this your ritual?"

"Yes." Richard nodded calmly.

Lan sighed slightly, "I didn't expect you to choose such a capability. You should know the difficulty of this ability, right?"

"Difficulty?" Richard raised his eyebrows slightly.

"You mean the probability of death?"

"No, I mean the probability of success." Lan shook his head slightly, "In this computing array, there's a part of the information storage unit that hasn't been destroyed.

Some of this information closely matches what you are trying to accomplish now.

I must remind you, even if the soul collapses and reorganizes in a closed space, it may not necessarily complete the ritual.

A miracle emerges because it appears where it shouldn't. If you adjust everything to certainty, even completion is not acceptable."

Richard seemed deep in thought and suddenly spoke, "Did the Supreme ever leave the greatest probability?"

"One in ten thousand. That was the probability when the Dominator succeeded."

Richard paused, his voice somewhat subdued.

"So, I only have a one in ten thousand chance of succeeding."

"High risk, high reward. If you complete it, you'll undoubtedly become the leader of the Wizard Civilization."

"What do you mean?" Richard's eyes suddenly turned sharp.

"Because according to the existing data, the Dominator who completed this ritual successfully became one of the three Civilization Leaders of the Supreme."

"...Is that so."

Richard's voice returned to calm, without a trace of fluctuation.

"Then let's calculate."

Lan slightly bowed and then made a special gesture that Richard had never seen before.

"Your will, Leader."

...

"Even though I don't know what your calculation formula is, I can confirm that in your environment, the probability of survival is less than one in a thousand."

In the Star Realm, the Alchemy Crown looked at Richard's demands, his voice somewhat serious.

"The Crown's scholarship is indeed profound." Richard smiled, "In this environment, I only have a one in ten thousand chance of survival."

"One in ten thousand!?"

The Alchemy Crown's voice was slightly surprised, but he soon realized the significance of this number.

"The greatest probability?" "Yes."

The Alchemy Crown gazed at the young wizard in front of him with some amazement; a thousand years ago, this wizard was just a small Three Rings person. But in just a thousand years, he's about to become one of his kind.

And now he even had a vague premonition.

Perhaps, this young wizard will, in the future, become someone even he must look up to.

"Then I wish you good luck."

Having said that, the Alchemy Crown slightly raised his hand, and dimension power like a vast sea burst forth from within him, forming a huge cubic structure in the Star Realm.

As the ether within the structure was expelled, the entire structure was entering a state approaching absolute vacuum.

This barrier isolated ether, energy, and even those rampant Illusionary Dimension creatures. The entire internal space became extremely stable, like a piece of pure iron.

Meanwhile, a wave of dimension power emanated from the mark in Richard's hand.

It was the Curse Crown casting a spell through a medium to slightly enhance Richard's "luck."

The Dao Ancestor of the Immortal Country Civilization once said, the Grand Evolution number is fifty, its use is forty-nine. And that useless one, is luck.

In the Wizard Civilization, luck was once criticized as superstition. Wizards believed that as long as data was detailed enough, everything in the future could be calculated.

But as war arrived, a large number of old wizards perished, and new wizards, free from old ideological constraints, began researching, breaking through this mechanistic materialism with new discoveries.

Luck was recognized to indeed exist.

Luck doesn't affect reality; a survival probability of one in ten thousand genuinely doesn't. But it certainly can cause changes in reality.

Richard looked at the cube without hesitation, his soul left his body and entered it.

As a faint sound emanated from the mechanical cube, its internal environment completely stabilized.

Before the result arrives, no one knows what will happen inside.

Time passed by the second, the Alchemy Crown looked at the cube, quietly awaiting the result.

Seven days later.

A massive bell rang in the hearts of all the wizards.

In the Wizard Dimension, billions of wizards whose faces couldn't be seen emerged from the cold buildings of the Wizard City. They performed the Wizard's Salute towards the City of Eternal Truth, and the voices of billions across two worlds converged into a single title.

"Greetings to Miracle Crown."