I Arrived At Wizard World While Cultivating Immortality Chapter 606: Ninth-Rank!

Chapter 606: Ninth-Rank!

On the battlefield, Jie Ming was in the middle of harvesting.

The ring of the Great Radiance Formation rotated slowly above his head as Trigram Fire Annihilation Divine Light poured down like a violent rainstorm.

Suddenly, his body grew heavy.

The sensation was not like an attack or excessive fatigue. It felt more like an irresistible weight surging up from the depths of his soul.

His knees bent uncontrollably, his spine creaked under the unbearable strain, and the ring of the Great Radiance Formation trembled violently as the light beams began to stray from their targets. Jie Ming gritted his teeth, circulating his body forging method at full power in an attempt to resist this sudden pressure.

But his body felt as if it were being crushed beneath an invisible mountain. Every inch of muscle trembled, and every breath required all his strength.

“This is…”

He struggled to raise his head.

The Myriad Realms Alliance creatures still struggling in the void were all pressed flat to the ground like insects held down by an invisible hand, unable to move. Sixth-rank, seventh-rank, eighth-rank—regardless of rank or race, every single one was suppressed into immobility.

The massive bodies of the starspace behemoths trembled in the void. The scale-armored beasts lay prone on the ground, unable even to lift their heads. Energy aggregates were compressed into fist-sized glowing spheres, flashing desperately with distress signals.

The sixth-rank wizards beside Jie Ming had deathly pale faces. Some were already kneeling on one knee, some were barely standing with both hands braced on their knees, and others had blood seeping from the corners of their mouths.

The seventh-rank wizards were not doing much better. Although they had not fallen to their knees, every one of their expressions had turned grave, their breathing noticeably heavier, and the energy fluctuations within their bodies had grown chaotic.

Jie Ming felt his consciousness beginning to blur.

That oppressive might was not merely physical pressure—it was a crushing force on the spiritual level as well.

He felt like an ant facing a sky that was about to collapse—tiny, powerless, and liable to be crushed at any moment.

A hand rested on his shoulder.

Clark’s voice came from above, still calm: “Stand steady.”

The overwhelming force that crushed everything was instantly isolated.

Jie Ming gasped for breath and looked up to see that Clark had appeared beside him at some point. One hand rested on his shoulder while the other pressed virtually into the void. Not only Mentor Clark—the eighth-rank wizards present had all unfolded their own auras, helping the surrounding wizards resist the terrifying pressure. Viola also staggered over from the side, her face deathly pale and her lips turning blue.

Clark placed his other hand on her shoulder. She immediately went limp like a drowning person clutching a piece of driftwood and began gasping heavily.

“Mentor…” Viola’s voice was trembling. “What exactly is this…”

Clark did not answer.

He raised his head and looked toward the distant spatial rift, his gaze deep, as if confirming something.

A moment later, he spoke slowly, his voice calm as if he were not describing a disaster: “It looks like you’ll gain some experience today.”

Jie Ming followed his gaze.

The distant spatial rift was trembling.

Jie Ming felt a little dazed, as if he could see the spatial rift itself quivering in submission and awe.

The spatial fragments still drifting at the rift’s edges stopped flying about, as if tamed by some power, and hung quietly in place. The thick darkness inside the rift began to retreat to both sides like a curtain being drawn open.

Then, it appeared.

It was only a blurry silhouette, floating in the center of the rift.

It did not have the massive body of a starspace behemoth, nor the dazzling glow of an energy aggregate. It was merely a vague humanoid outline whose details could not be seen clearly.

Yet its very existence was like a star falling into the deep sea.

The entire void was rearranging itself because of its presence. Elements converged toward it, space bent toward it, and time grew viscous around it. The Myriad Realms Alliance creatures that had been pressed flat by the oppressive might now raised their heads as if in pilgrimage, fanatic light surging in their eyes.

Jie Ming understood what his mentor had meant earlier.

Ninth-rank!

Although he had never truly seen one, at this moment Jie Ming was certain—that… was ninth-rank!

“Leader!”

“The leader has come!”

“We’re saved!”

Cheering erupted like a tidal wave.

The eighth-rank creatures that had been struggling in despair moments ago were now as excited as if they had been injected with stimulants.

A starspace behemoth struggled to raise its head and roared with its last bit of strength: “This is our leader! You wizards, prepare to die!”

The scale-armored beastman commander also crawled to his feet.

Fear still lingered on his face, but it had already been replaced by a fanatical smile.

He looked toward the wizards and spoke in a hoarse yet triumphant voice: “Ninth-rank! Do you know what ninth-rank means? In front of our leader, you are nothing but ants!”

More cheers surged in from all directions.

The suppressed, slaughtered, and cornered Myriad Realms Alliance creatures now shouted and cursed madly as if given a shot of adrenaline. Hope had reignited in their eyes.

They were absolutely certain that their leader could crush everything, that these wizards would pay the price, and that victory would ultimately belong to them.

The expressions of the wizards from the parallel worlds changed completely.

Those who had just signed contracts and were adapting to their new lives lost all strength the instant they saw that silhouette. Some collapsed to the ground, some covered their faces, and others curled into trembling balls.

“Ninth-rank…” a seventh-rank wizard muttered, his voice carrying a sob. “They really do have a ninth-rank…”

“It’s over.” Another eighth-rank wizard closed his eyes, his voice dry. “We’re finished. They’ve never shown a ninth-rank before… we always thought it was just a rumor…”

“No wonder they could devour so many planes… no wonder…”

“It’s over…” he murmured, his voice so soft it seemed afraid of disturbing something. “It’s all over…”

More and more parallel-world wizards began to kneel.

Some clutched their heads and wept bitterly, some tore at their own hair, and others curled up while trembling all over.

They had just seen hope. They had just believed they could finally stop fleeing, stop struggling, stop waking up every day and checking whether they were still alive—and then fate told them it had all been an illusion.

Despair spread through the crowd.

These parallel-world wizards had experienced countless world-ending wars and faced countless desperate situations, but they had never felt such despair before. Because no matter how powerful the enemies they faced in the past, they had been of the same level.

But ninth-rank… that was an existence on an entirely different level, a level they did not even qualify to look up to.

The sixth-rank wizards beside Jie Ming did not look well either.

Although they were not as despairing as the parallel-world wizards, the oppressive might radiating from that silhouette was simply too terrifying.

Even with the eighth-rank wizards’ auras helping to resist it, the pressure was still horrifying enough to make them instinctively feel fear.

Some subconsciously took a step back, some gripped their staffs tightly, and others began unconsciously checking their escape formations.

Jie Ming looked toward Clark.

Clark’s expression had not changed. His hand remained steady on Jie Ming’s shoulder, and the barrier isolating the oppressive might stood firm.

But his gaze remained locked on that silhouette without shifting for even a moment.

Walder stood at the rear of the alliance, looking toward the rift. The expression on his face was complicated and hard to read.

He had once been a member of the Supreme Council in the parallel world and understood better than anyone what ninth-rank represented.

It was the ultimate deterrent of a civilization, an insurmountable chasm, a gap that no amount of numbers could bridge.

When he defected, he had known that the Myriad Realms Alliance possessed a ninth-rank, but he had never personally witnessed that being take action.

Now he had seen it.

That oppressive might pierced through the entire void, through all barriers and defenses, pressing directly onto every person’s soul.

Its mere existence was enough to make billions of troops bow their heads.

The eighth-rank wizards of the four major factions had fallen silent instead.

Those who had been excitedly harvesting enemies moments ago had all stopped.

They floated in the void, looking at the blurry silhouette in the direction of the rift. They showed neither the despair of the parallel-world wizards nor the ecstasy of the Myriad Realms Alliance.

They simply floated there, heads raised toward the rift, their expressions somewhat strange.

In the direction of the rift, the silhouette moved.

It took a single step forward. It was just a simple step, yet the entire void fell silent in that instant.

The cheers of the Myriad Realms Alliance stopped abruptly. The weeping of the parallel-world wizards vanished. Even the drifting spatial fragments ceased their movement.

All sound, all light, all sense of presence was swallowed by that silhouette.

It floated in front of the rift. Its figure remained blurry, yet its presence was so strong it seemed capable of filling the entire world.

Jie Ming felt his consciousness being pulled, being drawn toward that silhouette, being devoured into that blurry darkness.

He bit down hard on his tongue. The sharp pain brought him back to his senses.

Clark’s hand tightened slightly.

“Don’t look at its true form,” Clark’s voice remained calm, but now carried a note of warning. “Looking at the silhouette is enough.”

Jie Ming lowered his head, not daring to look again.

His back was already soaked with cold sweat.

That silhouette had merely stood there without doing anything, yet he had nearly had his consciousness sucked away.

If it truly took action…

With his current strength, he would have no power to resist at all.

In the void, the blurry silhouette tilted its head slightly, as if appraising the wizards before it.

Its gaze swept across the hundred thousand eighth-rank wizards, across the four massive war machines, and across the parallel-world wizards who were still trembling. Then it paused, seemingly looking at something.

Jie Ming sensed that the gaze had likely fallen upon the eighth-rank wizards of the four major factions.

There was no anger or killing intent in that gaze—only a condescending inspection, like an adult watching a group of noisy children.

Then it spoke.

Its voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached every person’s ears—calm, deep, and carrying a trace of weariness: “Looks like you’ve been making quite a commotion.”