Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

Chapter 476 Spatial Coordinate Positioning

Four failures left Lin Mo speechless.

He sat on the sandbag next to him, slamming his staff on the ground, looking somewhat discouraged.

Kyle walked over and stood next to him.

"Do you know how long it took me to learn teleportation magic back then?"

Lin Mo didn't look up: "How long?"

Kyle's lips twitched, deciding to avoid the topic to avoid getting angry at Lin Mo, so he changed the subject:

"Holy Son, you should be content."

Lin Mo was silent for two seconds, then burst out laughing:

"Okay, teacher, you're right. I should be content."

His impatience was like that of someone pursuing a girl; they were almost at the hotel room, but she was like a virgin, unable to find the opening...

They're in such a hurry.

Over there, Zhao Gang stood up from the stone platform, strolled over, took out a cigarette case, and handed it to Lin Mo.

"Laigen?"

"I don't smoke."

Zhao Gang lit his cigarette, took a deep drag, and laughed:

"You've only been learning magic for a short time, yet you've already reached the sixth rank. Ordinary people wouldn't even dare to dream of that."

"It's like a primary school student with zero background knowledge becoming a PhD in just a few months. I can't find any other word to describe it except 'monster'."

"Actually, you don't need to rush at all. With your talent, it's only a matter of time."

Long Zhan had been leaning against a stone pillar at the edge of the field, his arms crossed over his chest, before finally speaking.

Just four words.

"Try again."

It's not encouragement, it's a statement.

But it's precisely these four words that inexplicably make people want to move.

Lin Mo glanced at him.

"it is good."

......

He stood back in front of the magic circle and raised his staff.

This time, he didn't rush to push for the docking.

He first made sure the space passage was stable, feeling its trembling rhythm.

Don't force it—

Go with it.

The pattern of the magic circle is fixed, but he can adjust the frequency of the channel itself, gradually bringing the vibration rate closer to the magic circle.

Slow, very slow.

Magic was quietly dwindling, his mind was highly focused, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his fingertips were burning hot.

a little.

One more thing.

Just a second before my attention was about to wander—

hum-

That tremor matched.

The magic circle suddenly lit up brightly, and a stream of light quickly traveled around each rune, until the entire circle lit up with a pale blue light.

The spatial passage no longer trembled.

It stood there steadily, with clear edges and a transparent interior, as clear as day, like a door carved into the air.

Lin Mo stood still, staring at the teleportation portal for a full three seconds.

"...It's done."

His voice trembled slightly as he said this.

He never expected to succeed so quickly.

Then he turned around and looked at Zhao Gang and Long Zhan.

A piece of ash fell from the cigarette Zhao Gang was holding in his mouth, but he didn't notice.

Long Zhan straightened up from the stone pillar, stared at the door, and remained silent for a long time.

"It really worked?!" Zhao Gang was the first to recover, bursting into laughter. He took three steps forward, patted Lin Mo on the shoulder, and

"Commander Lin, you're awesome!!"

"As expected, you are a chosen one!"

"I'm starting to seriously doubt whether you really are the Holy Son sent by the God of Light to the Great Xia!"

Lin Mo grinned and chuckled.

Kyle stood still, staring at the sturdy portal, remaining silent for a long time.

This holy child... are you sure he's not a reincarnation of a god?

He took a deep breath, slowly turned his head, and spoke with a complex expression.

"Great...very well done!"

Lin Mo smiled sincerely and nodded, saying:

"It's all thanks to your excellent teaching, teacher."

A rare smile appeared on Kyle's face.

He was a sixth-order archmage who mentored a holy son, and the son surpassed his master.

This will surely be recorded in history and leave a profound mark on the history of the Holy Human Race!

The sun on the training field had climbed from noon to the west.

Lin Mo never stopped.

Once, twice, ten times—

The blue light of the magic circle flickered on and off, then flickered again. The portal went from wobbling to being as stable as if it had been cut with a knife, with clear edges and a transparent interior.

Kyle stood cross-legged beside him for a while, then simply sat down on the stone platform, picked up the food the guard brought him, and ate it bite by bite, his expression nonchalant.

But his eyes never left that door.

As dusk fell, Lin Mo put away his staff and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Teacher, I'm almost done."

Kyle put down the bowl, walked up, circled the portal, and reached out to lightly press the edge.

The spatial passage remained completely still.

He withdrew his hand and remained silent for two seconds.

"Um."

Just one word.

But Lin Mo understood—this was the highest praise Kyle could give.

He smiled, looked up at the moon that had somehow appeared in the sky, its silvery light and the white lights casting a cool glow over the entire training ground.

Before I knew it, a day had passed so quickly.

"Teacher, I want to learn spatial positioning next!"

Kyle was numb by now, or rather, he had become accustomed to the Holy Son's talent, and said expressionlessly:

"You want to learn spatial positioning, which will take a long time."

Lin Mo was curious.

How long is it?

Kyle was about to say that it had taken him more than a year back then, but remembering Lin Mo's learning speed, he said calmly to avoid being looked down upon:

"Much longer than what you have now."

"Hey, it's not that long, it'll just take a couple more days."

Kyle: "......."

"That's enough for today, I'm tired."

Tired.

Lin Mo felt a little regretful, but he also knew that not everyone was like him and didn't need to sleep, so he nodded.

"Okay, teacher, thank you for your hard work. See you here tomorrow morning!"

.......

The next morning, after breakfast, the two met in a corner of the training field.

Kyle didn't rush to speak. He first drew a circle on the ground, marked a point, and then drew three lines starting from that point.

"Your current teleportation relies on visual positioning." He pointed to that point.

"This is you."

It then points to the edge of the circle.

"This is the limit that the naked eye can see."

"Spatial coordinate positioning requires you to close your eyes, fully perceive the entire space, and draw a map in your mind."

Lin Mo stared at the ground, lost in thought.

Kyle continues.

"The first step is to perceive your location in space, such as which city or which piece of land you are in."

"Or your precise coordinates on this planet, in this galaxy."

He paused for a moment,

"It's like being in a pitch-black room; you have to find yourself first before you can find others."

Lin Mo's lips twitched slightly:

"Isn't this just navigation?"

Kyle: "...What's navigation?"

"Tools or maps for finding your way."

Kyle paused for two seconds, then nodded:

"almost."

"Then," he drew a circle on the ground again, letting his finger slowly trace an arc,

"Planets are not static; they are dynamic."

"Locate your Blue Star on Terra. Blue Star is here right now."

"By the time you calculate the coordinates and open the portal, Blue Star will no longer be there."

Lin Mo: "..."