Cultivating in the Wizard World

Chapter 655: Chapter 557: Chang Wei

Jeming returned to the temporary laboratory, and the moment he closed the door, he let out a long breath.

Thrilling.

Just now, when thirteen indigenous beings encircled him, the defense of the Ruins Armor was fleeting.

If it weren’t for the strong Fate System, he might have fallen for it today.

But it was worth it.

He sat down in front of the experiment table, raised his hand to wipe through the air, and dozens of light screens unfolded simultaneously.

On them, densely packed data just collected was displayed, including the battle process, information fragments, and magic operation logs.

Jeming’s gaze swept over this data, finally freezing on the failure records of the Cause and Effect Tracing Technique.

Previously, he used Cause and Effect Tracing Technique on three information creatures, but except for the first one, he used it several times on the others.

Calculating, he released the Cause and Effect Tracing Technique seven times in total, and each failure had a different reason.

Jeming stared at the seven failure reasons, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Interesting.

If the Cause and Effect Tracing Technique was completely ineffective on these information creatures, the failure reasons should all be the same.

For example, "Target is immune to this type of magic" or "Unable to lock on the information layer."

But these seven failures each had a different reason.

What does this indicate?

It indicates the direction is correct.

Just haven’t found the right method.

Like unlocking, the key is wrong, but the lock cylinder can indeed turn.

As long as he continues to try, he will eventually find the right key.

Jeming leaned back in his chair and began to sort through all the intelligence obtained in recent days.

According to the shared information from the Expeditionary Army, those information creatures almost have an "indifferent" attitude toward all means.

Indifferent to fighting, indifferent to retreating, indifferent to being killed—after all, they weren’t really killed, what is there to fear?

"Oh? That’s not right!"

Jeming suddenly realized there was an exception.

Incense Poison.

Jeming clearly remembered that when he sent the Incense Poison along the spiritual channel, the reaction on the other side was unusually intense.

It felt like physiological disgust.

No, information creatures do not have physiology.

Then it was "intense information-level rejection."

"Why is Incense Poison specifically effective?"

Jeming furrowed his brows and began to think deeply.

The essence of Incense Poison is the evil thoughts, obsessions, resentments of billions of creatures... a heap of chaotic and unordered garbage information.

In terms of information complexity, it is not more advanced than the information flow impact those information creatures exert.

In terms of offensiveness, this stuff can’t compare to Evil Qi.

Incense Poison is primarily a passive pollutant, lacking active destructive power.

But when those information creatures encounter it, it’s like humans encountering concentrated sulfuric acid.

"Is it the peculiarity of the material itself, or some characteristic within the material that takes effect..."

Several thoughts flashed through Jeming’s mind.

After pondering for a moment, he delved his consciousness into the Inner Grotto Heaven and began searching through the warehouse.

Red Dust Qi, Power of Incense, Evil Qi, Power of Faith, Wish Power Crystal, Magic Essence Fragments...

Everything was neatly arranged there, these were all relevant materials he had specially prepared before.

Some are conceptual materials from the Cultivation Immortality World, while others are special materials from the Wizard World.

Jeming’s consciousness swept over these materials, his eyes flashing with excitement.

"I can try to verify them."

He took out a portion of each material and began preparing in front of the experiment table.

One day later.

Jeming stood once again in front of the massive black rift.

Wizards were busy around, and seeing Jeming appear, no one asked questions.

These days many people have been coming and going to probe, so everyone was accustomed to it.

Jeming took a deep breath, his figure flashed, and he directly passed through the rift.

A sea of pure white light engulfed him once again.

This time, as soon as he entered, he sensed something was amiss.

The surrounding information flow was surging.

This means there are endless indigenous beings rapidly approaching him!

It seems that the complete annihilation of the thirteen last time thoroughly angered them.

Now, as soon as Jeming enters, he will be locked on instantly.

Jeming immediately became alert, ready to break away at any moment.

He hovered in the ocean of light, scanning his surroundings.

Here they come.

The first batch of over thirty indigenous beings emerged from all directions, the outer energy surging madly, forming a tightly knit ring of encirclement.

They didn’t immediately attack, just locked onto Jeming tightly, as if waiting for some signal.

"Thirty of them? Seems like I’m lucky!"

Jeming raised his right hand, and over twenty multicolored things flew out simultaneously.

More than twenty materials crashed into more than twenty indigenous beings.

Half of the materials hadn’t even gotten close before being decomposed and obliterated in midair by chaotic information currents.

Those indigenous beings’ information defense is at an instinctual level, any external object trying to approach would be automatically parsed and destroyed.

But the other half collided with the targets.

Among them, five materials made the indigenous beings react specially, and the remaining materials quickly dissipated too.

However, the most intense reaction still came from the Incense Poison.

Jeming witnessed firsthand that an indigenous being hit by Incense Poison had its outer energy fluctuate madly before its internal information core convulsed violently.

Then with a "boom," it exploded directly.

It was not death, but a "self-detonation" level of violent reaction.

The scattered Incense Poison splashed onto another nearby indigenous being, causing it to convulse as well, throwing the formation into chaos.

Jeming finally understood what kind of reaction these information creatures had upon encountering Incense Poison.

But he didn’t have time to observe slowly.

The remaining indigenous beings had already caught on and began attacking madly.

Even more terrifying, Jeming could sense that more, even more horrifying information waves were rapidly "approaching."

The main force is coming.

Without hesitation, Jeming turned to withdraw.

While retreating, he frantically adjusted his information structure, lowering his presence to the minimum.

The indigenous beings behind tried to pursue but couldn’t organize an effective encirclement due to being disrupted by the Incense Poison.

The rift was just ahead.

Jeming stepped out, the pure white faded, and in front was the familiar wasteland of Ship Plane.

Then he heard the ear-piercing alarms.

The entire Ship Plane went into combat mode the moment he emerged.

In the distance, dozens of massive light beams rose from the ground, marking the full operation of the Defense Array.

In the sky, countless wizards soared, staring intently at the rift.

At the rift, the pure white light surged violently, and then the originally neat and smooth plane suddenly protruded a sharp angle—the indigenous beings had chased out!

But as soon as they revealed themselves, they were blasted back by the well-prepared Defense Array.

Dozens of light beams simultaneously locked onto the rift exit, the vast amount of Elemental Energy pouring out crazily, forcibly keeping those attempting to rush out indigenous beings blocked inside the Plane.

The battle lasted less than three minutes.

Seeing they couldn’t break through, those indigenous beings decisively abandoned their attack and retreated back to the Information Plane.

The alarms gradually subsided.

Jeming stood on the spot, watching those light beams slowly fade away, and secretly let out a breath of relief.

That was close.

If he hadn’t run fast, he would have been done for just now.

(Busy tomorrow, taking a day off early.)