Cultivating in the Wizard World

Jeming's spiritual power instantly swept over the entire city.

Those spiritualists hidden in the depths of streets, hospital wards, and the association headquarters were each enduring their own suffering at this moment.

Some were crouched on the ground holding their heads, veins bulging from their temples; some were curled up in bed, eyes rolling back, foam at the corners of their mouths; some let out suppressed roars, grabbing their own hair as if trying to pull something out of their brains.

The stronger the inspiration, the more intense the reaction.

The association's emergency broadcast was already echoing in the sky above the city, and the sirens of rescue vehicles converged from all directions, like countless rivers flowing toward the same ocean.

Jeming withdrew his spiritual power and set his gaze on his Inner Grotto Heaven.

The Magic Network Terminal lit up.

The moment Jeming's spiritual power touched the message, he felt the texture of the existence belonging to the Eighth Level Grand Mage.

Great Mage Oston initiated a highest priority broadcast across the entire plane.

The content of the message was brief:

"I am Oston. The phenomenon in the sky is caused by me."

The opening did not even have an extra word of politeness.

He then explained in detail the cause of the phenomenon.

Upon discovering this plane, Oston was clearly not satisfied with merely treating it as a mysterious hunting ground.

The Eighth Level Grand Mage evidently knew the mysterious fusion rules Jeming discovered, and naturally conceived an idea.

He intended to largely fuse the mysteries of this plane and transform them into part of his life form, serving as nourishment to further enhance himself.

When Jeming read the words "change one's life form," his pupils contracted slightly.

Though the information was brief, Jeming immediately thought of a term: integration.

What Oston planned to do essentially aligned with the Cultivation Immortality System's integration concept.

Infusing those world-rule fragments of mystery into one's existence, thereby changing life form for further advancement.

The message later mentioned that the process doesn't come without a cost.

The mystery is intrinsically deeply integrated with the world's rules.

Night Mysterious is one with the night, Ocean Mysterious is tightly intertwined with tides, ocean currents, and even the concept of "depth."

Extracting mystery is akin to pulling a bone out of the plane's body.

The Plane Origin, in order to fill the voids left by the extraction, will crazily spawn new mysteries.

Among them... are entities of "Destruction Level!"

These newly spawned mysteries each have their own rules, posing destructive impacts to human civilization of this world.

And this is precisely why Wizard Oston issued this announcement.

The final line of the broadcast lit up in Jeming's consciousness:

"All wizards on this plane, effective immediately, assist in clearing and containing these newly born mysteries. You are the temporary stabilizers of this plane. As a reward, the mysteries you contain will belong to you personally."

The light of the Magic Network Terminal dimmed.

In the surrounding sky, in some corner of another direction, another city, Jeming could sense the spiritual power of those connected to the Magic Network Terminal withdrawing simultaneously.

Those Sixth and Seventh Level Great Wizards should be showing the same expression as him now...

Excitement.

Destruction Level mysteries, newly born from the Plane Origin.

Jeming didn't know the thoughts of other wizards, but for him, such mysteries were the best samples for researching integration!

Though he had acquired numerous research samples through the Spirit Communicator Association over these ten years, including not just the Catastrophe Level, but even his own Shadow Mysterious back then.

Jeming took a deep breath, suppressing his emotions.

His brain quickly connected past information.

No wonder when completing tasks before, Oston only appeared in projection form.

The body of the Eighth Level Grand Mage was never in his private plane but within the Plane Origin.

He spent countless years there arranging the entire situation, integrating the mysterious network into control, then at this moment, simultaneously extracting most of the mysterious power.

Jeming glanced at the dark purple sky.

Those slowly wriggling black lines were not blemishes or pollution but scars left during the Plane Origin's tearing and filling.

Below each pattern, a new mystery was being born.

He suddenly thought of a question.

The reason he could come to this plane was due to the infiltration of mysterious rule phenomena into Oston's private plane.

Looking at it now, although that incident was likely unintentional, the subsequent development was probably the result of the Eighth Level Wizard's deliberate planning.

The mysterious nature of existence was too unique.

They are like part of the world's immune system, naturally opposed to anything not belonging to this world.

If Oston employed his sacrificial units to eliminate the rampaging Destruction Level mysteries, the use of brute force would invoke severe plane rejection, corrupting the situation further.

Thus, wizards are indeed the most suitable for handling mysteries... or with their wisdom and knowledge level, they are most suitable for anything.

These wizards were immediately recruited by Wizard Oston as stabilizers from the start.

Jeming, having understood this, slowly exhaled.

He wasn't dissatisfied with this calculation that benefited both parties.