Cultivating in the Wizard World

Chapter 653: Chapter 555: Test

Jeming followed the faint connection, "moving" within the sea of pure white light.

No distance, no direction.

He just kept adjusting the information structure on himself to make himself "closer" to the target.

The surrounding white light began to show subtle changes.

Not a change in color, but in "texture."

The originally smooth and even light sea gradually revealed a certain faint pulse.

Like a heartbeat, yet like breathing.

Then, Jeming saw it.

An Indigenous Person.

It floated not far in front of Jeming, completely different from the scene seen through the Black Giant Priest’s perspective—an indescribable sense of "reality."

Its form remained abstract, a condensed mass of light with edges emitting fine light threads.

But at this moment, as Jeming witnessed it with his own eyes, he could clearly perceive its internal structure.

The outer layer was pure Energy, temporarily constructed from the evenly distributed Four Great Elements.

The core was a highly condensed cluster of information.

The information writhed, split, and reformed like a living thing, constantly sending directives to the outer Energy.

The outer Energy changed its form according to the directives, sometimes contracting, sometimes expanding, as if breathing.

Jeming’s expression became peculiar.

"This thing..."

He couldn’t help but mutter softly.

Because this structure was exactly like his Light Divinity Transformation.

The essence of Light Divinity Transformation is using specific Energy to construct a body, with the core consciousness controlling everything.

The external Energy is the shell, internal information is the Soul—aren’t these Indigenous People naturally born "Light Divinity Transformation" lives?

The difference is that his Light Divinity Transformation needs to be actively maintained, while these Indigenous People naturally are like this.

The Indigenous Person seemed to perceive Jeming as well.

Its outer layer of light fluctuated violently, then... directly launched an attack.

Jeming only felt the surrounding information flow suddenly become violent.

Countless obscure tendrils surged from all directions, trying to invade his Sea of Spirit, read his core information, and then make him self-destruct like they did with the Black Giant Priest.

"Ruins Armor!"

With a thought, an invisible layer of light emerged on Jeming.

The countless information tendrils hit the Ruins Armor like water hitting rocks, instantly scattering.

Jeming raised an eyebrow.

Blocked?

He initially thought this information-level attack might not be defended by the Ruins Armor and was even ready to activate the Fate System for a counterattack.

The reason for using Ruins Armor was just to test an idea.

But those information tendrils were indeed blocked, and the Ruins Armor itself remained unmoved, without a hint of disturbance.

Jeming sent a strand of Spiritual Power to delve into perception, and moments later, his eyes flashed with understanding.

"Returning Ruins Realm..."

The core of the Ruins Armor is the realm of "Returning Ruins"—a prototype of a Law that devours and accommodates everything.

Although those information tendrils were bizarre, in essence, they were still "existing" things.

As long as it’s an existence, Returning Ruins can devour it.

In the past, Jeming only used it to devour Energy or other random attacks, not expecting it could even devour information.

"Deservedly top-tier protection at the Divinity Transformation Stage, it seems the rumor that Divinity Transformation Stage Cultivators dedicate thousands of years to refining a single Magic is not unfounded."

A slight smile appeared at the corner of Jeming’s mouth.

Seeing the information intrusion ineffective, the Indigenous Person’s outer Energy abruptly expanded. It began mobilizing the surrounding Energy, preparing for a more direct attack.

Jeming did not dodge or evade; he wanted to test something else:

"Let’s try this next."

He raised his right hand, instantly gathering a piercing dark golden beam at his fingertips.

Fire Extinction Divine Light.

The beam shot out, heading straight for the Indigenous Person.

Then Jeming saw a scene that made his pupils contract slightly.

The Fire Extinction Divine Light, capable of penetrating Sixth Level defenses, came to an abrupt stop upon contact with the Indigenous Person’s exterior.

As if the scene had been "frozen."

Soon after, that conglomerate of light began to twist, split, and disintegrate...

Like a drawing being erased bit by bit with an eraser, within breaths, it completely disappeared into the air.

The Indigenous Person’s exterior light didn’t show any significant fluctuation.

"This..."

He quickly mobilized the Fate System’s calculation power to trace back the process just now.

Soon, he saw the truth.

The moment the Fire Extinction Divine Light touched the Indigenous Person, the opponent’s outer Energy analyzed its information structure: the arrangement of Fire Elements, the frequency of Energy output, the underlying logic of the attack.

Then, it simply modified a few crucial parameters, causing the entire structure to collapse on its own.

Like a key with altered cuts that can no longer open a lock.

Such a familiar combat style—though the Ruins Armor blocked it, the Fire Extinction Divine Light failed?

Jeming’s face turned slightly grim, as he already understood the reason for this occurrence.

"Back when I remodeled it... insufficient technology, overly reduced."

When he initially remodeled the Fire Extinction Divine Light, due to limited technical capabilities and to ensure compatibility with the Wizard System, indeed, he had cut out many complex features of the original Magic.

The current Fire Extinction Divine Light is powerful but relatively simple in information structure.

Simple enough to be swiftly analyzed and altered by the opponent.

"Alright, this serves as a reminder for me."

Jeming took a deep breath and began the next exploration.

He closed his eyes, letting his consciousness dive deep into the Sea of Spirit.

Soon he found a basic Rune within the Ring of Truth, the most elementary Fire Element Rune that any Wizard Apprentice would know, foundational even for meditation.

Jeming opened his eyes and pointed forward.

The basic Rune glowed faintly.

The surrounding Elements instantly went into turmoil.

A massive amount of Fire Elements crazily gathered from all directions; Jeming did not use them to construct a Witchcraft Model, merely gathered, compressed, and then... pushed them towards the Indigenous Person.

Thus, in the blink of an eye, a pure Elemental Shock formed.

Overwhelming, unavoidable.

The Indigenous Person’s outer Energy fluctuated violently, clearly attempting to analyze the flood...

Then it gave up.

Because there was fundamentally nothing to parse.

This wasn’t Witchcraft; no logic, no structure, just the most primitive Elemental aggregation.

Like untangling a thread into a chaotic mess, faced with the simplest plant fibers not knowing where to start.

Pure white light was swallowed by the four-colored Element.

The Indigenous Person’s outer Energy swiftly dissipated under the Elemental Shock, revealing the internal information core.

Under the relentless wash of Fire Elements, the information core trembled intensely and then shattered completely with a "snap."

The Indigenous Person vanished.

Countless fragments of information slowly floated within the sea of light.

Seeing this, Jeming frowned, unexpectedly effective results from a pure Elemental Shock.

However, he reacted quickly, stepping forward without hesitation and forming a Seal with both hands.

"Cause and Effect Tracing Technique!"

Pale golden light spread from his palms, enveloping the dispersing information fragments.

With the Magic activation, the fragments were forcibly stopped, then began tracing their remaining marks, their previous structure, their every interaction with the surrounding environment.

A flood of information surged into Jeming’s mind.

The Fate System operated frantically, piecing together, analyzing, and archiving these fragments.

Moments later, Jeming withdrew his hands and exhaled deeply.

"Pretty good harvest..."

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