I Arrived At Wizard World While Cultivating Immortality Chapter 589: The Meeting and Refinement

Chapter 589: The Meeting and Refinement

In the dark secret chamber, only a single crystal orb emitted a faint glow.

Within the image of the crystal orb was reflected the figure of a young wizard.

He appeared to be seventeen or eighteen years old, with delicate features and wearing a standard apprentice robe.

At this moment, the wizard apprentice was sitting in the library, focused on flipping through a thick ancient tome.

He was the prodigy apprentice of this year’s Noren Academy No. 147—a student from the Logistics Department’s Rune Studies named Yarlin.

Around the secret chamber, over a dozen figures sat quietly.

Their faces were hidden in darkness, with only the occasional flicker of their eyes indicating that living people were present.

The leading sixth-ring wizard cleared his throat and said in a deep voice, “Begin the reports.”

“Soul-level inspection complete. The soul origin is pure, with no signs of modification or replacement.”

“Spiritual level inspection complete. The spiritual sea is normal, with no external mental imprints.”

“Thought fluctuation inspection complete. No abnormal fluctuations detected; consistent with normal human thought patterns.”

“Background plane verification complete. The subject was born in the third plane under the jurisdiction of Noren 147 Plane. All direct blood relatives within thirty generations have records; no possibility of external infiltration.”

“Public recording data analysis complete. Five years since enrollment; daily behavior shows no abnormalities. Regular daily routine, normal social interactions, and learning progress matches the test results.”

The reports concluded one by one.

The leading sixth-ring wizard nodded in satisfaction.

“Very good. Since all parties have confirmed there are no issues, I propose that we activate the Level Two Cultivation Protocol for this wizard apprentice.”

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the people in the darkness. “Does anyone have any questions?”

This inquiry was merely a formality.

After all, according to tradition, since all inspections had passed, it meant the wizard apprentice was confirmed to be a genuine prodigy.

Next would be a simple procedural approval, followed by adjournment.

But at that moment…

A hand slowly rose in the darkness.

“I have a question.”

Everyone was stunned.

The leading sixth-ring wizard was also momentarily taken aback and asked instinctively, “What question?”

The owner of the hand sighed.

“My question is…”

Jie Ming sat helplessly in the corner. “Can we turn on the lights? It’s not that I can’t see clearly… but do we really have to make it this mysterious?”

The atmosphere in the secret chamber froze for an instant.

Then someone couldn’t help but laugh.

A fifth-ring wizard sitting next to Jie Ming immediately retorted, “This is tradition!”

“Yes, tradition!”

“Noren Workshop has always done it this way for major decisions!”

Jie Ming’s face was covered in black lines.

Seraphina’s voice drifted over from another corner, carrying a trace of amusement. “This is a tradition that has been followed since the founding of Noren Workshop. Don’t you think it feels very sacred?”

“Sacred my ass,” Jie Ming rolled his eyes. “The academy isn’t short on energy or anything else. Is it really necessary to make it so dark and gloomy?”

Everyone fell silent.

Then, the leading sixth-ring wizard gave a dry cough and snapped his fingers.

The runes on the ceiling of the secret chamber lit up instantly. Piercing light dispelled all the darkness, revealing the numerous wizards seated around the conference table.

However, quite a few wizards had not been sitting at the table at all. Instead, they had been positioned in various poses around the room, creating the previous illusion of a crowded gathering.

After the lights came on, these wizards looked the most embarrassed.

“It would have been better to do this from the start,” Jie Ming muttered.

The others also stood up and obediently moved to sit around the conference table.

The leading sixth-ring wizard sat at the head position, looking at Jie Ming with a helpless expression.

“Alright, no problems now, right?”

Jie Ming shook his head.

Everyone expressed their agreement.

“Then it’s decided.” The sixth-ring wizard nodded. “I will now apply to the higher-ups for the Level Two Cultivation Protocol. The… Rune Studies instructor, remember to notify the apprentice about the relevant matters. That’s all—meeting adjourned.”

Everyone stood up and left one after another.

Jie Ming also rose, preparing to walk out, when Seraphina somehow appeared beside him.

“You’ve completely ruined that mysterious atmosphere.”

Jie Ming couldn’t help but press a hand to his forehead. “It should have been lit from the beginning. There was no need to act all mysterious and spooky. I was starting to wonder if you people are even wizards…”

Seraphina smiled without saying anything more and disappeared into the shadows of the corridor.

Jie Ming shook his head, stepped onto the teleportation array, and returned to the Infernal Sulfur Plane.

The moment he landed, the relaxed expression on his face vanished completely.

In its place was a serious, focused look.

He strode quickly through the corridor, passed the busy Black Giant priests, and entered the laboratory directly.

Deep within the laboratory was a specially constructed formation.

At the center of the formation floated a fist-sized ball of silver light.

The light was gentle and cool, like the materialization of moonlight, slowly circulating in the dim room.

It was a bundle of moonlight essence.

Over the past few months, the collection formations the Black Giants had spread across the entire plane, combined with the daily reinforcement of the moon concept during their sacrificial rituals, had finally accumulated this much.

Jie Ming walked up to the formation and stared at the silver light, taking a deep breath. “Not bad. The preliminary precipitation and preparation are complete. We can proceed to the next step…”

Today, he planned to extract Imperial Flow Paste from it.

According to the records in the Great Dao Book Pavilion, the ideal situation was for the moonlight essence to transform directly into Imperial Flow Paste during the collection process.

But that required a sufficiently strong “moon concept” to support it.

The moon on the Infernal Sulfur Plane had only appeared for a few months; the concept was still too weak to achieve that level of transformation.

Therefore, they could only use the foolish method: first collect the moonlight essence, then perform secondary refinement using a special formation.

Jie Ming raised his right hand, fingers spread, and pressed down lightly in the air above the formation.

Spiritual power extended outward.

The formation lit up instantly. The three hundred and sixty small rune pillars glowed simultaneously, enveloping the central bundle of moonlight essence layer by layer.

First step: purification.

Moonlight essence was a lower-grade product of Imperial Flow Paste. To refine it into Imperial Flow Paste, the relevant concepts within it needed to be purified to a higher degree of purity.

Jie Ming’s spiritual power transformed into countless fine threads that probed into the silver light.

He activated the surrounding formations, and a continuous stream of “impurities” was expelled.

The moment those impurities were stripped away, they were annihilated by the surrounding rune pillars.

The silver light grew purer and purer.

Second step: compression.

After purification, the volume of the moonlight essence had shrunk significantly, reduced to the size of a baby’s fist.

But this was not enough. It needed further compression, and more spiritual qi had to be mixed in during the process.

Jie Ming formed hand seals with both hands, and the runes in the formation began to change.

The light that had originally radiated outward now began to converge inward, forming a massive pressure field. At the same time, surging spiritual qi was continuously poured in.

The ball of silver light slowly contracted under the pressure.

From the size of a baby’s fist, it shrank to the size of a pigeon egg, then to the size of a soybean.

Third step: condensation.

This was the most critical step.

Jie Ming took a deep breath, then exhaled toward the soybean-sized mass of energy.

Along with his breath was a bundle of pure soul energy he had prepared in advance.

The moment the soul energy merged in, the silver light trembled violently.

It began to spin, faster and faster. During the rotation, countless fine golden threads began to emerge.

Those golden threads moved like living things, weaving and intertwining within the silver light.

Each thread absorbed the surrounding moonlight essence and transformed it into a higher form of existence.

Jie Ming’s spiritual power did not relax for even a moment.

He controlled those golden threads, making them weave according to specific patterns.

This was the “Imperial Flow Paste Formation Technique” recorded in the Great Dao Book Pavilion. Every path of the weaving had its own requirements; a single mistake would ruin everything.

Time passed minute by minute.

Fine beads of sweat seeped out on Jie Ming’s forehead.

Fortunately, the Fate Subsystem helped share the computational load. Although it consumed a great deal of mental effort, everything remained under control.

Jie Ming also couldn’t help but sigh inwardly that building the Fate Subsystem in advance had been a very wise decision.

After an unknown length of time…

The ball of silver light suddenly contracted, then expanded, contracted again, and expanded once more.

Accompanied by a final violent pulsation, everything fell silent.

Jie Ming slowly withdrew his hand and stared at the center of the formation.

There, a single droplet of liquid floated quietly.

It was very small, no larger than an ordinary raindrop.

Yet its presence was countless times stronger than the previous fist-sized bundle of moonlight essence.

It was a faintly flowing pale gold, with countless fine patterns vaguely visible on its surface. Those patterns constantly shifted, as if life itself was flowing within them.

Most wondrous of all were the countless tiny golden threads surrounding it.

Those threads extended from the droplet in all directions, then retracted, cycling repeatedly like breathing.

This was Imperial Flow Paste.

Jie Ming stared at it and activated his All-Purpose Eye, carefully examining it.

A moment later, a smile appeared on his face.

“Success.”

He reached out and gently beckoned. The droplet of Imperial Flow Paste slowly fell into his palm.

It felt warm to the touch, carrying an indescribable sensation of being “alive.”

This was the Imperial Flow Paste capable of enlightening plants and trees, awakening spiritual intelligence, and allowing mortal things to undergo transformation.

Jie Ming took out a specially made crystal vial and carefully placed it inside.

The pale golden droplet floated quietly within the crystal vial. The golden threads were still visible through the walls of the bottle, beautiful enough to take one’s breath away.

Jie Ming sealed the vial and let out a long breath.