Nexus Ascension: My Comprehension Defies the Heaven Chapter 543: Reality Ship, Traversal

The moment Alan Benson stepped into the information layer, he nearly burst into tears.

"So this is the information layer. Finally!" he exclaimed, a torrent of overwhelming emotions washing over him. Tears of sheer elation welled in his eyes as he gazed upon the boundless, flowing rivers of luminous data.

For the most technologically advanced regions of the world, reaching the information layer represented the ultimate achievement. For Alan Benson, the ingenious progenitor of the Esper path, this was the culmination of his lifelong ambition.

"Alright. That's enough for now," Grey stated, speechless. The grown man was behaving like a parched wanderer who hadn't encountered a single drop of water for days.

"It's time to establish your anchor. Without it, your presence here will be exceedingly brief, and you'll have to expend a tremendous amount of power just to return each time."

"Now, creating an anchor isn't simple. You need to be extremely cautious," Grey cautioned.

He was confident that his Information Layer Transcendence Technique was flawless. As long as Alan Benson adhered to it precisely, it should be entirely feasible.

However, the instant Alan commenced the intricate procedure of anchor formation, something entirely unforeseen transpired.

Alan exploded.

"What the hell?" Grey rapidly descended and peered down at Alan’s physical form. The man was clutching his head, groaning in agony, and swaying precariously on his feet.

"Why didn't it work?" Grey's brow furrowed. This intense rejection was far beyond anything he had anticipated.

He had meticulously calibrated the technique's frequency to harmonize with human biology and soul structure.

"Could it be that even with a perfect technique, it's simply impossible?" Grey was truly perplexed.

He vividly recalled Eternal's words. No human had ever accessed the information layer before. Grey was the very first. Now, even with his prodigious intellect devising a perfectly suitable technique for anchor creation, the realm still violently repelled Alan.

It became abundantly clear why he was the first human. The infinite reality was vast, and countless geniuses must have attempted similar methods throughout the ages. The fact that none succeeded indicated a fundamental, insurmountable barrier.

"Don't worry, Master Grey. I don't mind it too much," Alan managed, a wry smile gracing his lips as he slowly regained his footing. "I can at least enter the information layer now. My time there won't be long, but if push comes to shove, I'll simply expend more of my Qi to remain for extended periods."

"Hm." Grey nodded, deep in thought. "I will make it my mission to uncover the truth. Do not fret."

"Anything can be changed."

He wasn't mistaken.

Grey merely needed to encounter a member of the Mecha race. Upon doing so, he would immediately collect their core data, the very essence that defined them as unique beings with inherent access to the layer.

All he would then need to do was enable Alan to form a source and transmute that specific racial data into Alan's foundation. He would effectively rewrite reality to integrate Alan into the Mecha race.

Grey was a creator through and through. Nothing could impede his ambition.

This was precisely how he intended to resolve Alissa’s life-threatening predicament with the law rejection. He would locate Jasmine, acquire a copy of her Future One data, refine it, compile it, and seamlessly embed it into Alissa’s source. Naturally, for flawless execution, she would have to adopt his evolutionary path. She currently followed the True Dragon evolutionary path, which lacked the boundless adaptability of his own.

Following this profound realization, Grey sought out Valeria. It was time to assist her in reaching the fifth rank of his path.

The moment he found her, they shared a tranquil, comforting interlude amidst the serene gardens of the domain.

"Grey, I do want to see this Phoenix race," Valeria murmured softly, gazing up at the heavens.

"The Phoenix race, you say?" Grey responded with a knowing smile.

He already harbored ambitious plans for Valeria. Now that he possessed the ability to alter and even modify an individual's fundamental race with effortless ease, he could do the same for her.

And for that purpose, he intended to transform her into a True Source Phoenix.

As Kaelith had alluded, True Source Dragons were not the sole possessors of such power; the True Source Phoenix also existed. He would locate one, extract its primal data, and bestow it upon Valeria.

His evolutionary path exhibited perfect compatibility with every race. As long as he obtained superior data, he could effortlessly assimilate even the most mythical capabilities unique to those ancient beings.

Not long after their discussion, Valeria smoothly transitioned to his path.

As for locating the Phoenix, that would have to wait until after their excursion to the other universe aboard the reality ship.

Grey harbored a slight apprehension that Jasmine might succumb to old age before he could retrieve her. Time, after all, flowed in highly localized currents across the myriad universes; only specific, interconnected regions of the boundless reality maintained synchronized temporal streams.

Furthermore, he was keen on acquiring additional divine treasures from the gods, alongside a coveted Source Treasure belonging to Alissa.

The time for their departure soon arrived. Alan had meticulously arranged the Reality Ship within the expansive hangar bay.

For this ambitious multiversal voyage, the roster of passengers was remarkably extensive. Accompanying Grey were Werner, his senior disciples, Julie, Miwa, Xia Qingyue, Lia, Little Hong, Valeria, Alissa, and Eterna. Eterna had already secured her consciousness within a sophisticated pocket server, a product of the advanced Mecha race.

"This vessel bears a striking resemblance to those utilized within your own universe," Alan explained, his hand sweeping towards the elegant, metallic craft, which emanated a gentle, rhythmic luminescence. "However, it is equipped with the specialized technology necessary to chart the unpredictable routes and traverse the infinite expanse that lies beyond the confines of established universes."

"Its entire operation is sustained by Origin Power alone. Without it, this ship simply cannot function."

Currently, the ship's Origin Power reserves were at their absolute maximum: one hundred percent.

"With our current reserves at a full one hundred percent for this particular vessel, designated as a Low-Grade Reality Ship, we possess the capacity to undertake one hundred journeys between adjacent universes."

"Should it be a Mid-Grade or High-Grade ship, the range would extend to two hundred jumps for Mid-Grade and a remarkable four hundred for High-Grade."

"Naturally, these figures represent the general benchmarks. The specific coordinates you have provided, Master Grey, necessitate precisely five percent of our total charge to ensure a safe arrival."

"Ah, I see," Grey nodded quickly, finding the explanation regarding fuel efficiency quite logical.

"Then, shall we commence our journey?"

Alan gave a decisive nod; he held the position of the ship's designated commander.

A low hum resonated through the hull as the streamlined Reality Ship ascended, effortlessly breaching the atmosphere. It then streaked gracefully out of the Nexus domain, plunging directly into the vast, uncharted unknown.