Cultivating in the Wizard World

Chapter 661: Chapter 563: A Staged Victory

Before Jeming could think of a specific method, his Magic Network Terminal began to vibrate.

Looking down, he saw that "Heart of Ashes" Martin had directly issued a mission to him.

[Expeditionary Army Command Emergency Mission]

[Mission Content: Use your technology that can truly kill information beings, and cooperate with High Tier Wizards to harvest on the battlefield]

[Mission Location: Central Altar of the Main Battlefield]

[Mission Requirement: Execute Immediately]

Jeming looked at the words on the screen, took a deep breath.

Wizard Martin was indeed taking things seriously.

He turned around and flew decisively toward the main battlefield.

All along the way, traces of fierce battles were visible everywhere.

Damaged arrays, collapsed cannon fodder units, and Wizards hurrying to support the battlefield.

The sky battles remained intense, but Jeming could sense that the suppression from High Tier Wizards was gradually weakening.

It wasn’t that they didn’t want to continue; it’s just that they truly couldn’t hold on any longer.

The number of information beings was just too exaggerated, and they kept surging forth from the Information Plane.

Jeming accelerated his pace.

A few minutes later, he arrived at the center of the main battlefield.

Here, a vast array was operating, precisely the Fate System he had personally connected to the altar.

At this moment, the altar was already surrounded by people.

Dozens of Seventh Level Wizards sat around the altar’s edge, Spiritual Power frantically pouring into the array.

Further out were hundreds of Sixth Level Wizards, also exerting themselves to the fullest.

Their Spiritual Power connected through the Fate System, forming a massive calculation network, fiercely confronting the army of information beings in the sky.

Upon seeing Jeming land, the nearest Seventh Level Wizard immediately stood up.

"Jeming is here! Clear a path!"

The crowd automatically parted, forming a passage directly to the center of the altar.

Jeming did not hesitate, striding swiftly through the crowd, stepping on the altar’s core.

Underfoot, countless Runes simultaneously lit up.

These were the Fate System external ports he had personally engraved, now fully operational, their brilliance blinding.

Jeming sat cross-legged.

"Fellow Wizards, I will now fully mobilize the power of the Fate System." His voice spread throughout the area through Spiritual Power, "Please continue to operate the array and provide me calculation support."

"Proceed with confidence."

A steady voice came from a Seventh Level Wizard behind him.

Jeming closed his eyes.

A golden light slowly appeared between his brows.

Fate System—full activation.

In that instant, Jeming felt as if he had transformed into a Divine Spirit overlooking all beings.

Countless information flooded into his consciousness.

The Defense Array of the entire Ship Plane, the Spiritual Fluctuation of all Wizards, every leap and Energy fluctuation of those information beings in the sky...

This information was vast enough to burst any Fifth Level Wizard’s Sea of Spirit, but at this moment, it was systematically processed by the Fate System.

Jeming could feel the calculation power he was commandeering was skyrocketing madly.

This surge wasn’t linear; it was explosive.

Previously, when using it alone, the calculation power provided by the Fate System was just the tip of the iceberg—after all, he was only Fifth Level, with a limit to his Spiritual endurance.

But now, with hundreds of High Tier Wizards supporting him and the altar array as the medium, the true power of the Fate System was finally unleashed.

The calculation power boost from the Fate System wasn’t fixed.

Normally, the calculation power provided by the Fate System consisted of two parts: a fixed value and a boost coefficient.

Leaving aside the boost coefficient for now, Jeming had never touched the upper limit of the fixed value before.

The upper limit of the fixed value boost was determined by the number of beings within the Incense Fire Divine Dao, meaning it was the base calculation power aggregated from the beliefs of billions of followers within the Incense Fire Divine Dao.

With Jeming’s current capabilities, he could never reach that upper limit under normal circumstances.

But now, with the support of everyone, he had touched it.

The golden light at his brows surged, transforming into a pillar of light piercing the sky.

In the sky, amidst the intense battles, Martin suddenly turned back, a trace of astonishment flashing in his eyes.

Then he smiled.

"Good lad."

Martin hesitated no longer, Spiritual Power fully erupting, communicating with the Plane Origin.

"Since you’re here, don’t leave! Plane blockade!"

Invisible Power of Law spread from his body, instantly enveloping the entire Ship Plane.

Space solidified, time slowed, and that massive black rift began to tremble violently; the entire plane was "locked" under his control.

Across the rift, those information beings poised to surge out suddenly collided with an invisible wall.

They were stunned.

Then came frantic assault.

But an Eighth Level Wizard’s full-scale Plane blockade wasn’t something that could be easily breached.

Some information beings realized the anomaly, committing suicide to escape as soon as they were sealed.

Yet quite a few information beings didn’t react immediately.

Jeming seized this opportunity.

"Information Weaving!"

He sharply clasped his hands in mid-air, fully launching Information Weaving Magic.

With the Fate System’s amplification, his perception was magnified to the extreme.

In the sky, those tens of thousands of information beings unable to retreat in time appeared no longer as fuzzy light clusters. Countless glowing lines extended from their cores, crossing through the rift, connecting to the depths of the Information Plane’s main web.

Jeming took a deep breath.

Then, he simultaneously sliced down with both hands.

Tens of millions of causal lines were severed in an instant.

The outer Energies of those information beings convulsed violently.

They sensed a mortal danger; their connections to the main web had been severed, preventing them from teleporting back and reviving.

They had become isolated, lambs waiting for slaughter.

"Now is the moment!"

Martin’s voice thundered through the heavens.

Dozens of Seventh Level Wizards acted simultaneously.

They had been waiting for this moment for too long.

Various information-type Witchcraft surged into the sky, precisely striking those agitated information beings.

The information beings wanted to resist, wanted to counterattack.

But with their connections severed and their calculation network shattered, they were just isolated individuals, helpless.

And facing dozens of furious Seventh Level Wizards, along with hundreds of eager Sixth Level Wizards, these beings had no qualification to resist.

For a time, the battlefield situation within the Ship Plane could hardly be described as slaughter; it was mere "harvesting."

One after another, the cores of information beings collapsed, their outer Energies dissipated. Then all Energies and information collapsed toward the center, gathering.

The sky was filled with densely packed blue crystals, falling like hail under gravity.

Below, the Wizards were well-prepared.

Countless hands reached out, deftly distinguishing the units they had slain, skillfully catching those blue crystals, and storing them in Spatial Equipment.

Jeming opened his eyes, watching the one-sided harvesting in the sky, as the golden light of the Fate System gradually retracted.

He had completed his mission.

A moment later, the core of the last information being collapsed, transforming into a blue crystal that fell.

The sky briefly returned to calm, leaving only that still violently trembling rift.

Martin’s figure appeared beside Jeming.

He looked at the blue crystals the Wizards had collected, then suddenly laughed out loud.

"Good! Good! Good!"

The three consecutive ’good’ words were enough to show how delighted he felt at this moment.

"Jeming, you lad did well!" Martin slapped Jeming’s shoulder forcefully, "This time, to achieve such results, you earned major credit!"

Jeming smiled, about to respond politely.

Suddenly, his expression changed.

He quickly turned, looking at the rift in the sky.

On the other side of the rift, the information beings that had been blocked no longer assaulted the seal, but neither did they leave.

They just hung there quietly, the pure white light violently fluctuating.

Jeming could feel they were "watching."

Across the Plane blockade and Endless Void, they were watching the Ship Plane, watching those blue crystals, watching Jeming.

Although Jeming couldn’t sense the gaze of the opponent or know their emotions, there was one thing he was certain of.

These information beings had become more restless.

Or rather, crazed.

"Senior Martin."

Jeming’s voice was somewhat dry.

"They... are going to fight to the death."