Cultivating in the Wizard World

Chapter 675: Chapter 574: The Ultimate Measure

The moment the barrier shattered, everyone thought victory was within reach.

The cheers had just erupted when Martin’s expression changed.

"Something’s wrong!"

He charged forward fiercely, unleashing the power of an Eighth Level Wizard.

But as soon as that power touched the breach in the barrier, it vanished without a trace as if it had been swallowed by the sea.

At the opening, a strange void was spreading.

Jeming stood in the center of the breach, his smile frozen.

The next second, he vanished.

As if erased from the real world.

"We’ve been tricked!"

Martin’s face turned terrifyingly grim.

The surrounding High Tier Wizards also changed color simultaneously.

All present were experienced High Tier Wizards, having faced countless wars, they immediately understood that snatching Jeming at this moment must serve some purpose.

No matter the ultimate goal of the enemy, it must not be accomplished!

Martin lifted his head, looking towards the breach Jeming had torn open.

At the breach, the strange void was attempting to reseal the entire plane.

Martin raised his right hand.

Gray flames gathered in his palm.

"Everyone, listen to my command."

His voice echoed through the heavens and earth.

"Attack with all your might!"

"At any cost!"

"Get that kid out!"

As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen Seventh Level Wizards launched their assault simultaneously.

Hundreds of Sixth Level Wizards led millions of the Expeditionary Army in swift pursuit.

Massive amounts of cannon fodder creatures surged towards the breach like a tidal wave.

Gray flames, twisted information, ferocious elements, chaotic laws...

All attacks poured down on the void like a torrential downpour.

...

...

Jeming opened his eyes, finding himself standing in a void.

No up, no down, no left, no right, no light, no darkness, no matter, no energy.

The very concept of "space" itself did not exist—he only "felt" as if he stood here, but in reality, there was no "here."

"This is..."

Jeming’s pupils contracted slightly.

He tried to mobilize his Spiritual Power but found his Sea of Spirit frozen as if immovable.

At this moment, a majestic voice arose.

"All things return to silence."

Jeming trembled all over.

The voice was not coming from any direction; it resonated directly in his mind, echoing in the depths of his soul.

That voice carried no emotional fluctuations, only absolute dead silence and calm.

The voice continued, each word weighing on his soul like a mountain.

"Your struggles are futile."

"Your chaos will ultimately subside."

"Your expansion will eventually halt."

"Why not merge into this perfect entropy reduction cycle."

The Primordial Spirit deep within Jeming’s soul let out a burdened wail.

It was the core of the Cultivation Immortality System, the essence he had condensed over millennia.

Now, under the oppressive weight of that immense voice, it was trembling and cracking as if on the brink of collapse.

At the same time, the Ring of Truth within him began to tremble violently.

Those precisely arranged Runes flickered frantically as if on the verge of disintegration.

"This is..."

Jeming gritted his teeth, his mind spinning furiously.

Undoubtedly, the entity communicating with him should be the "Highest Consensus Algorithm" generated by the information organism collective of that group.

It was not an individual, nor a group, but the collective consciousness of an entire civilization.

The previous information organisms, no matter how powerful, were merely executors of this algorithm.

And now, this algorithm had personally intervened.

Thus, Jeming realized he had been dragged into a "virtual space" composed purely of information.

The immense voice rose again.

"Your expertise in analysis and plunder is futile against stronger chaos."

"Your proud expansion instinct is insignificant in the face of absolute order."

"The knowledge and truth you pursue are mere illusions before eternal silence."

Jeming paused for a second.

Then he laughed.

Not out of joy, but because—the other party was right.

What is the essence of a Wizard?

It’s exploration, analysis, and expansion.

From Apprentice to Official Wizard, from First Level to Ninth Level, each step is a conquest over the unknown and mastery of the rules.

This expansion instinct is, in essence, a type of entropy increase.

Entropy increase naturally yields to stronger entropy increases; faced with more powerful forces, Wizards will naturally submit... if such a level of power truly exists.

Meanwhile, feeling the continuous stream of information attempting to penetrate his mind, Jeming also understood the enemy’s plan.

These information organisms, in their battle with Wizards, had grasped some of the fundamental rules of Wizard Civilization through information control—for instance, the absolute protection of individual knowledge.

That is one of the core contracts of Wizard Civilization.

Every Wizard, upon stepping into the system, was imprinted with this rule: any unauthorized snooping, stealing, or alteration of another’s knowledge would face the severest punishment.

Now, these information organisms intended to exploit this.

They planned to "obtain" all of Jeming’s knowledge and transmit it to the minds of each Expeditionary Army Wizard.

As long as they spread the knowledge throughout the Expeditionary Army while Jeming is still alive, the contract would determine that countless Wizards had simultaneously "stolen" Jeming’s knowledge.

Then, the judgment from the Star Orbit Arbitration Court would descend.

At that time, the Wizards of the Expeditionary Army would instantly lose their lives.

Even though the High Level Wizards in the Expeditionary Army possess resurrection methods, it would be futile because this is the power of a Ninth Level Wizard!

Jeming took a deep breath.

He understood the high likelihood of this plan’s success.

After all, the protection of knowledge is the fundamental basis of Wizard Civilization, ensuring that "clever" Wizards have no loopholes to exploit; this rule is extremely rigid, extremely stringent.

Yet, precisely because of its extreme rigidity, once exploited, it becomes a significant hassle.

The surrounding force was permeating every inch of his soul, attempting to read, copy, and archive all his information.

His consciousness began to blur.

His memory began to confuse.

His self-awareness began to waver.

And at that moment...

Jeming suddenly started to laugh softly.

The laughter echoed in the dead void, growing louder and more shrill, wild, and unrestrained.

"Hehehehe... hahahahahaha..."

The majestic voice paused for an instant, seemingly perplexed.

Jeming raised his head, a mocking smile curling at his lips.

"Well played."

"Exploiting the contract’s backlash certainly could capture us all."

"Unfortunately..."

A point of golden light suddenly brightened at his brow.

In the silent suppression, that golden light flickered furiously, ready to extinguish at any moment.

But it did not extinguish, instead growing brighter and more dazzling.

"You miscalculated one thing."

Jeming’s voice turned calm.

"I’m not just a Wizard."

Jeming did not speak the words; he silently mobilized the Fate System and Incense Fire Divine Dao.

The gold light at his brow erupted.

In that instant, he ceased resisting the surrounding silence and instead opened the Inner Grotto Heaven within himself.

Inside the Grotto Heaven, hundreds of Black Giant Priests simultaneously raised their heads.

On the Purgatory Sulfur Plane, billions of Black Giant creatures simultaneously halted their actions.

Countless thoughts, countless consciousnesses, countless information simultaneously surged into the Fate System.

That was not calculation power.

That was "existence" itself.

The flood of thoughts from billions of living beings surged into Jeming’s consciousness like a massive tidal wave.

Each thought was independent, each was chaotic, each existed in its own way.

To penetrate his consciousness, the enemy would first need to break through these billions of thoughts.

But it could not do so.

Because even this Highest Consensus Algorithm cannot instantly erase billions of independent "selves."

The pressure on Jeming suddenly lessened, and he finally regained other sensations.

He could feel his Body Refining Technique crazily operating.

This skill from the Cultivation Immortality World was now demonstrating its most terrifying trait—Adaptive Evolution.

Under the oppression of the Highest Consensus Algorithm, his body, soul, and every inch of existence were frantically evolving to resist information.

Facing opponents of such level, even the Body Refining Technique could not fully adapt in a short time.

But Jeming did not need to "counter."

All he needed was to buy time.

Just enough time.