I Arrived At Wizard World While Cultivating Immortality Chapter 610: Rewards and Harvests

Chapter 610: Rewards and Harvests

It had to be said that a ninth-rank was worthy of being ninth-rank. Even when completely at a disadvantage, it could still stubbornly hold on for a very long time.

The roars of the God of Chaos echoed in the void for a full ten days before finally dissipating.

To capture a living specimen, the eighth-rank wizards from the Crimson Court took turns attacking, beating it unconscious like taming a fierce eagle.

They then sealed it inside a specially constructed flesh prison and dragged it back into the depths of the Perfect Ecological Flesh Mother Nest.

The Leader of the Myriad Realms Alliance, which had been bled for most of the day, fared even worse. After being beaten to its knees by the wizards of the remaining three factions, it was tied up like a rice dumpling with energy chains and dragged into the core chamber of the flagship, reportedly to be used as “long-term research material.”

With the capture of both ninth-rank beings, this farce that had begun with defection and ended with both sides being captured finally drew to a close.

The remnants of the Myriad Realms Alliance, having lost all their high-level leaders and left leaderless, either surrendered, scattered in escape, or were divided up as spoils of war. Unfortunately, when the God of Chaos was summoned, all the planes and populations held by the Myriad Realms Alliance had been used as sacrifices. Therefore, aside from these remnants, there was almost no other harvest.

Fortunately, the value of the two ninth-rank creatures was enough to make up for it.

The process was exceptionally smooth and seamless, with no protests or resistance whatsoever.

The veterans who had survived multiple world-ending wars had completely submitted the moment they saw the Leader of the Myriad Realms Alliance tied up like a rice dumpling. If you can’t beat them, join them—this was the simplest truth they had learned from blood and fire.

Moreover, life after joining was ten thousand times better than when they had been independent.

When it came time to sign the contracts later, there was no longer any need for a duel arena.

After personally witnessing eighth-rank wizards fighting ninth-rank beings and ninth-rank beings being tied up like rice dumplings and dragged away, the parallel-world wizards’ attitudes underwent a complete transformation.

They began actively seeking out their counterparts, voluntarily requesting to sign contracts, and proactively asking for knowledge and resources.

As for those who had signed contracts in the first batch, they had already tasted the benefits.

A fifth-rank wizard from the parallel world broke through his bottleneck and advanced to sixth-rank on the spot after receiving the complete knowledge system provided by his counterpart. He stood in the void, feeling the surging power within his body, and cried like a child.

His counterpart stood beside him, patting him on the shoulder. Such scenes played out every day after the war.

And in this environment, the “gathering” had also reached its final stage.

In the central square of the core plane of the original parallel-world wizard civilization, the area was packed with people.

High-level wizard representatives from the four major factions stood on the elevated platform, smiling as they looked down at the dense crowd below.

At the very front of the crowd, Jie Ming and David stood side by side. Their faces showed a mix of nervousness and anticipation, with a trace of bewilderment in their expectation.

Below, a massive number of wizards were watching.

There were those from the four major factions as well as from the parallel world.

The parallel-world wizards looked at the two young figures above with complicated expressions in their eyes.

It was these two who had brought about this war, and the war had ended in a way they had never imagined.

One could say they were meritorious contributors—indeed they were.

One could also say they were harbingers of disaster—and that seemed correct too.

A sixth-rank wizard stood at the edge of the platform, holding a long list. He cleared his throat, and his voice was transmitted throughout the entire square via amplification arrays: “After joint evaluation by the four major factions, the following rewards are granted to personnel who made special contributions in this war…”

The square instantly fell silent.

“David. As one of the driving forces behind the discovery of the parallel world and for his heroic performance in the defensive battle, he is awarded 12 billion high-level military merit points. Additionally, he is granted permission to select ten planes from those held by the parallel-world wizard civilization and obtain full ownership of them. The four major factions promise that if the selected planes were originally held by others, they will assist in plane fusion.”

Sounds of sharp inhales rose from the square.

12 billion high-level military merit points and ownership of ten planes…

The combined value of these two rewards already exceeded the entire wealth of many seventh-rank wizards who were not skilled at making money.

Some people subconsciously looked toward David, wanting to see the young man’s reaction.

David did not disappoint.

He stood there with a dazed expression, mouth slightly open, like a fish that had been slapped onto the shore.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but nothing came out.

His mentor stood below, smiling so widely that his eyes had narrowed into slits.

“Jie Ming.” The sixth-rank wizard continued reading, raising his voice slightly. “As one of the driving forces behind the discovery of the parallel world, and taking into consideration that he discovered the intentions of the illegal wizards even earlier, he is awarded 15 billion high-level military merit points.”

The sounds of sharp inhales in the square grew even louder.

15 billion – 3 billion more than David.

“Additionally, he is granted permission to select ten planes from those held by the parallel-world wizard civilization and obtain full ownership of them. The four major factions promise that if the selected planes were originally held by others, they will assist in plane fusion.”

Jie Ming’s expression was not much better than David’s.

He subconsciously looked toward Clark. Clark stood below and gave a calm nod, as if saying “Mm, not bad.” Jie Ming withdrew his gaze, took a deep breath, and tried to make his expression look calmer.

Ten planes…

Although it might seem like he already had one plane, that had actually been a special benefit granted by Noren Workshop back then.

In reality, more than seventy percent of sixth-rank wizards had not even obtained a single plane of their own, let alone multiple planes. Although most of the parallel world’s planes were badly developed and had harsh environments, a plane was still a plane.

As long as one did not over-extract the plane’s origin and fish out the pond dry, even if the plane’s own resources were depleted, it could recover over a long period of time. Its value was still immeasurable.

“Furthermore…” The sixth-rank wizard deliberately dragged out his voice, building suspense.

The square fell silent once again.

“Upon joint approval by the four major factions, David and Jie Ming are specially granted unrestricted access to the ‘Core Database’ of the parallel-world wizard civilization. They may browse it freely, without time or frequency limits.”

This time, even the eighth-rank wizards from the four major factions turned their heads slightly.

Although the parallel-world wizard civilization was backward, their knowledge system had been forged through countless life-and-death wars.

The techniques on how to deal the greatest damage with the least resources, how to survive in desperate situations, and how to squeeze every ounce of power to the limit were things the current wizard civilization lacked.

Moreover, the Core Database also contained all the research data on this parallel wizard civilization.

The value of these things could not be measured in military merit points.

Jie Ming’s eyes lit up when he heard this reward.

Although most of the parallel world’s knowledge system was backward, some parts differed from the current system due to different development paths and environments.

If the two could be combined and cross-verified, there would definitely be considerable gains.

He had already begun planning in his mind which section to visit first, which materials to read first, and which techniques to learn first.

Below, Viola stood beside Clark, watching the two flustered young men above. The corners of her mouth curved into a smile.

“Mentor, Junior Brother really struck it rich this time.”

Clark did not speak.

He simply looked at Jie Ming above, the corners of his mouth lifting in a barely noticeable arc.

A moment later, he calmly uttered two words: “Not bad.”

Viola rolled her eyes.

This old man—would it kill him to give a proper compliment?

Above, Jie Ming finally recovered from the shock.

He turned to look at David, and David was looking at him as well.

The two young men’s gazes met in mid-air, and both saw the same thing in each other’s eyes: excitement.

Jie Ming withdrew his gaze, calmed his surging emotions, and looked up at the dense crowd below.

The high-level representatives of the four major factions were still smiling as they watched them. The complicated expressions in the parallel-world wizards’ eyes had turned into relief. His mentor and senior sister stood at the very front of the crowd, quietly watching him.

The work of integrating the parallel world was still ongoing, but those trivial matters no longer concerned Jie Ming.

The four major factions had dispatched dedicated administrative teams to handle population registration, resource inventory, and plane allocation.

The documents requiring signatures were piled mountain-high, and coordination meetings were scheduled into the next month.

After signing the final confirmation document regarding ownership of the ten planes, Jie Ming turned and left without looking back, heading home.

When the light of the teleportation array lit up, he took one last look at the core plane of the parallel world.

The gray, hazy sky, the dilapidated buildings, and the wizards with gaunt faces but hope in their eyes.

With the help of the wizards, this land would soon change its appearance.

The light faded, and the familiar gray-red sky of the Infernal Sulfur Plane appeared overhead.

The air was filled with the smell of sulfur, and thick smoke still billowed from the distant volcano craters.

Jie Ming took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scent, and the corners of his mouth curved upward slightly.

He felt like he had come home.

The first thing Jie Ming did upon returning to the Infernal Sulfur Plane was open his inner cave heaven.

The moment the cave heaven portal opened, a thick, almost tangible bloody aura rushed toward him.

It was the aura of the remains of the Myriad Realms Alliance army—the precipitation of the blood and flesh essence from countless sixth- and seventh-rank creatures.

The black giant legion surged out from the cave heaven and formed ranks on the plain.

Jie Ming floated in mid-air, overlooking the troops that had followed him out. He couldn’t help but draw in a sharp breath.

Before leaving, he had not brought many high-rank black giants with him.

Aside from the five hundred black giant priests and their leader Molten Mountain, most of the elite had remained in the Infernal Sulfur Plane to handle daily operations. The black giants he had taken with him were mainly at the fifth-rank level.

Yet now, of the hundred thousand fifth-rank black giants he had brought out, more than half had advanced to sixth-rank.

Their bodies had expanded more than ten times in size. The liquid metal layer on their surfaces had become denser, and the auras they emitted were steady and heavy.

Those that had not advanced were already touching the edge of breakthrough.

Their auras fluctuated unsteadily, ready to cross that threshold at any moment.

The changes in the five hundred black giant priests were even more obvious.

They were originally mutant variants born with a one-in-ten-million probability, possessing extremely high intelligence and serving as Jie Ming’s most capable research assistants.

Although their bodies had not expanded noticeably, faint silver-white patterns had appeared on the liquid metal layer covering their surfaces—a sign of overflowing soul power.

Their eyes were more lively, and their auras were deeper.

A few even had spiritual power beginning to leak outward, indicating they had reached the limit of their current rank.

With good luck, they might even break through to seventh-rank on their own.

As for Molten Mountain…

Jie Ming looked up toward the majestic black mountain range at the edge of the plain.

Its ten-thousand-meter-tall body squatted there like a silent volcano.

Its aura had not changed much, but Jie Ming could sense that the precise structures on its surface used to stabilize its soul had become more perfect. It seemed its gains this time were not small either.

Jie Ming landed back on the ground and nodded in satisfaction.

Just the evolution of the black giant legion alone had already made this trip worthwhile.

He had also recorded a large amount of data from the high-rank wizards’ duels. These would need to be analyzed slowly, but they were still extremely valuable. Moreover, there were also the rewards for discovering the parallel world.

“Once those ten planes are fused, it should be about time to start a new round of growth for the black giant population.”

As he thought this, the magic network terminal suddenly vibrated.

Jie Ming looked down. It was a communication from the artificial intelligence Felix.

Jie Ming blinked, not particularly surprised, and casually accepted the call.

“Lord Jie Ming,” Felix’s voice was as calm as always. “The ten planes you selected have had all their wizard civilization humans fully relocated.”

Jie Ming raised an eyebrow.

That was fast.

When selecting the planes, he had specifically chosen those rich in resources, with special minerals or high energy concentrations.

As for the wizard civilization humans living on them, since he had no need for them, he had casually mentioned “I hope they can be properly resettled.” He had not expected Felix to handle everything directly.

“The work of plane fusion will be handled by dedicated personnel from the Star Ring Federation,” Felix continued. “Preliminary surveys are expected to be completed within three months, and the fusion process will begin within half a year. Before then, you will need to complete some preparatory work on the Infernal Sulfur Plane.”

A light screen popped up, displaying a detailed list of preparatory tasks before Jie Ming.

Preset locations for formation nodes, reserved interfaces for energy circuits, calibration parameters for spatial anchors…

It was densely packed and covered every detail.

Jie Ming quickly scanned through it and had a rough idea.

The workload was considerable, but it basically did not require many resources—just sufficient manpower.

“Thank you. I will make the preparations in advance,” Jie Ming said as he closed the terminal. He turned to face the black giant legion still forming ranks on the plain. He raised his hand and issued orders to all the black giant priests through the Fate Subsystem.

“All personnel, divide into groups according to formation. Collect formation layout materials and proceed to the designated locations on the list to begin construction.”

The black giant priests bowed in unison.

The black giant legion turned into a black flood, surging toward every corner of the Infernal Sulfur Plane.