I, a cultivator, have ended up in the wizarding world

Chapter 558 Chang Wei

As Jemin returned to the makeshift laboratory and closed the door, he let out a long sigh of relief.

stimulate.

Just now, thirteen natives attacked simultaneously, and Guixu Jia's defenses were rendered useless in an instant.

If it weren't for the powerful destiny system, he might have really been doomed today.

But it's worth it.

He walked to the experimental table, sat down, and waved his hand in the air, causing dozens of light screens to unfold simultaneously.

The screen was densely covered with the data he had just collected: the battle process, fragments of information, spell logs—everything imaginable. Jemin's gaze swept over the data, finally settling on the record of the failed Causal Reflection Spell.

He had previously used the Causal Tracing Technique on three information beings, but apart from the first one, he had used it on the others several times.

In total, the Causal Reflection Technique was used seven times, and each time there was a different reason for failure.

As Jemin stared at the seven reasons for failure, a slight smile crept onto his lips.

interesting.

If the Causal Tracing Technique is completely ineffective against these informational beings, then the reason for the failure must be the same.

For example, "the target is immune to this type of spell" or "the information layer cannot lock onto it".

But the reasons for each of these seven failures were different.

What does this tell us?

This indicates that the direction is correct.

The problem is that the wrong method was used.

It's like unlocking a lock; the key is wrong, but the lock cylinder can still turn.

If you keep trying, you'll eventually find the right key.

Leaning back in his chair, Jemin began to sort through all the intelligence he had gathered over the past few days.

Based on the information shared by the expeditionary force, those information beings displayed an "indifferent" attitude towards almost all methods. Fighting didn't matter, retreating didn't matter, being killed didn't matter—after all, they weren't really being killed, so what was there to fear?

"Wait a minute! Something's not right!"

Jemin suddenly realized there was an exception.

The poison of incense.

Jemin clearly remembered that when he sent the incense poison through the mental channel, the other side reacted extremely violently.

It felt like a physical level of aversion.

No, information organisms do not have physiology.

That is "intense rejection at the information level".

"Why is the poison from incense the only one that's effective?"

Jemin frowned and began to think deeply.

The essence of the poison of incense offerings is the evil thoughts, obsessions, and resentments of billions of living beings... a jumble of chaotic and nonsensical information.

In terms of information complexity, it is no more advanced than the information flow impact exerted by information beings.

In terms of aggression, this thing is no match for malevolent energy.

The poison from incense is mostly passive pollution, without any active destructive power.

But when those information beings encounter it, it's like humans encountering concentrated sulfuric acid.

"Is it due to the material's inherent characteristics, or some internal property of the material that's at play...?"

Several thoughts flashed through Jemin's mind.

After a moment of thought, he delved his consciousness into the inner sanctum of his body and began searching through its storeroom.

The aura of the mortal world, the power of incense, malevolent energy, the power of faith, the crystallization of vows, fragments of demonic spirits…

A dozen or so items were neatly arranged there; these were all materials he had prepared beforehand.

Some are conceptual materials from the world of cultivation, while others are special materials from the world of wizards.

Jemin's consciousness swept over the materials, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"We can try to verify it."

He took out a portion of each material and began preparing it at the lab bench.

One day later.

Jemin stood before the enormous black crack once more.

There were many wizards busy around, and no one asked any questions when they saw Jemin appear.

There have been more people coming and going to test the waters these past few days, and everyone has gotten used to it.

Jemin took a deep breath, and in a flash, he passed directly through the crack.

The pure white sea of ​​light once again engulfed him.

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

Information is flowing around us.

This means that a steady stream of indigenous people is rapidly approaching him!

It seems that the complete annihilation of those thirteen last time has thoroughly enraged the other side.

Now, as soon as Jemin enters, he will be immediately locked in.

Jemin immediately perked up, ready to escape at any moment.

He floated in the sea of ​​light, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings.

coming.

The first batch of more than thirty indigenous creatures emerged from all directions, and the outer energy surged wildly, forming a tight encirclement.

They didn't attack immediately, but instead locked onto Jemin, as if waiting for some signal.

"Thirty? Looks like I'm in luck!"

With a flick of his right hand, more than twenty clusters of objects of various colors flew out simultaneously.

More than twenty bundles of materials crashed into more than twenty indigenous people.

Half of the material was decomposed and annihilated in mid-air by the information turbulence before it even got close.

The indigenous people's information defense is instinctive; any foreign object attempting to approach will be automatically analyzed and destroyed.

But the other half crashed into the target.

Five of the materials elicited special reactions from the indigenous people, while the remaining materials quickly dissipated.

However, the most intense reaction came from the poison of incense.

Jemin witnessed firsthand how the outer energy of an indigenous creature struck by the incense poison instantly fluctuated wildly, while its internal information core convulsed violently. Then, with a "bang," it exploded.

It wasn't death, but a violent reaction on the level of "self-destruction".

The lingering poison from the incense splattered onto the nearby aboriginal, causing it to convulse as well, instantly throwing the formation into chaos.

Now Jemin finally understood how information beings reacted when they encountered the poison of incense.

But he didn't have time to observe carefully.

The remaining indigenous people had already realized what was happening and began a frenzied attack.

Even more terrifying, Jemin could sense that more and more terrifying information fluctuations were rapidly "approaching".

The main force is coming.

Without hesitation, Jemin turned and left.

As he retreated, he frantically adjusted his information structure to minimize his presence.

The indigenous people behind them tried to give chase, but their formation had been disrupted by the poison of incense, and they were unable to organize an effective encirclement.

The crack is right in front of us.

With one step, the pure white faded, revealing the familiar wasteland of the ship's dimensional plane.

Then he heard a piercing alarm.

The entire ship plane entered combat mode the moment he appeared.

In the distance, dozens of huge pillars of light rose from the ground, a sign that the defensive array was operating at full capacity.

In the sky, countless wizards took to the air, staring intently at the crack.

At the crack, pure white light surged violently, and then a sharp corner suddenly bulged out of the originally regular and round plane—the natives had come out in pursuit!

But as soon as they showed themselves, they were blasted back by the prepared defensive array.

Dozens of beams of light simultaneously locked onto the rift's exit, unleashing a massive torrent of elemental energy that forcefully trapped the native inhabitants attempting to break free within the plane.

The battle lasted less than three minutes.

Unable to break through, the indigenous people decisively abandoned their attack and retreated into the information plane.

The alarm gradually subsided.

Jemin stood there, watching the pillars of light slowly dim, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

That was close.

If he hadn't run fast, he would have really died inside.

(I have something to do tomorrow, so I'm asking for leave in advance.)