I Arrived At Wizard World While Cultivating Immortality Chapter 622: Evolution and Advancement

Jie Ming pulled back his mind and retrieved an Entropy Brain from within his robes.

This blue crystal, fist-sized, featured light particles drifting lazily inside, resembling a frozen segment of the starry sky.

Prior to anything else, he reviewed the fate-type knowledge along with the Fate Subsystem insights from his decades of study, making sure every detail was firmly etched in memory. Then, guided by his will, his spiritual power delved into the Entropy Brain.

Particles of blue light flooded into his spiritual sea.

The freshly memorized knowledge, which he hadn't fully grasped yet, got swiftly sorted and stored by the Entropy Brain's mighty power.

With eyes shut, Jie Ming felt those knowledge fragments fall into perfect order within his thoughts, just like a jumbled heap of threads being carefully straightened one by one.

Next, another shift emerged.

Deep inside his soul, something started to stir.

Source of it all was the Body Forging Art.

Through over a thousand years of relentless practice, his Body Forging Art had climbed to a dreadfully profound height, its capacity for self-adaptive evolution turning incredibly robust. In all prior instances of employing an Entropy Brain, the Body Forging Art had quietly logged the experience and strived to replicate it.

Dozens of years prior, he'd sensed the Body Forging Art had thoroughly absorbed that particular sensation.

Since then, each Entropy Brain session extended the duration of that knowledge-sorting and storage effect further and further.

Jie Ming understood perfectly: this signaled the evolution of his soul.

And on this day, his soul experienced a decisive breakthrough. A brand-new trait began embedding itself and budding forth within.

Distinctly, he perceived his soul entering a persistent Entropy Brain-like state at every instant.

Though lacking the full potency and direct intensity of an actual Entropy Brain, it persisted unceasingly, forever organizing.

Any bit of new knowledge or undigested data got automatically sorted and filed the very moment it reached his mind.

Should this beneficial condition endure, the power would progressively enhance and mature over time.

Eventually, Jie Ming’s soul's innate organizing prowess would eclipse even the Entropy Brain's capabilities.

Eyes snapping open, a faint smile tugged at Jie Ming’s lips.

He glanced at his empty hand below and proceeded to tally his possessions.

No more would Entropy Brains be required; he could barter them for vital resources.

Despite years of consumption, a substantial number of Entropy Brains lingered in his stock.

They differed in both size and grade.

A rapid estimate revealed that, per prevailing market values, his leftover Entropy Brains tallied around twenty-five billion high-level military merits.

Combined with the fifty billion remaining after settling the hundred-billion debt on the “Substitute Death Doll,” his total wealth now approximated three hundred billion high-level military merits.

Three hundred billion.

Propped against the secluded chamber’s doorframe, staring at the remote gray-red firmament, Jie Ming couldn’t suppress his grin.

This figure even topped the disposable funds of countless veteran seventh-rank wizards.

After all, while seventh-rank wizards amassed vast earnings, their expenditures matched in scale.

Research demanded funds, experiments devoured funds, sustaining personal forces cost funds, and raising followers required funds.

Scarce were the seventh-rank wizards who could hoard three hundred billion high-level military merits.

Yet he remained merely a fifth-rank wizard.

Granted, his position was exceptionally unique.

The plane had come as a gratis boon. His black giant legion demanded no payrolls. The Incense Fire Divine Dao maintained itself while even generating reverse yields. No ordinary wizard progressing via standard paths could gather such riches at his rank.

Nevertheless, Jie Ming held off on lavish spending.

Dao Integration approached swiftly, with countless future demands for funds.

His awareness plunged into the Great Dao Book Pavilion, where timeworn bookshelves arrayed in precise formation.

His sight glided over the well-known ancient volumes before fixing on the concluding tome of the 《Ultra True Body Sutra》.

A precise roster of elixirs appeared—the supplemental ingredients needed to advance this art from Void Refinement's utmost completion to utter perfection.

Though the manual claimed these pills optional, their absence would render the true body and dharma body fusion interminably grueling and tormenting.

Item by item, he perused the catalog, his brows knitting ever more tightly.

“Heavenly Radiance Clear Water… none. Spirit Soothing Mist… none. Flowing Cloud Frost… none.” With a heavy sigh, Jie Ming shut the ancient tome.

Ingredients from the cultivation world remained virtually unobtainable in the wizard world.

Yet he had become completely used to such shortages over time.

When originals proved elusive, he sought alternatives.

If alternatives failed, he crafted them personally.

If crafting wasn't feasible, he employed wizardry to replicate the desired outcomes.

Wasn't that precisely what he'd pursued for years?

Thanks to these efforts, Jie Ming's potion-making skills now rivaled his alchemy prowess.

“Time to tackle them step by step…”

Leaving the Great Dao Book Pavilion behind, Jie Ming headed straight for the laboratory.

Within the vastly expanded and fortified secret room, a potent potion aroma hung heavily in the air.

Jie Ming settled into a cross-legged position atop the central stone platform. Empty crystal vials littered the space around him by the dozens.

Those vials had once held the potions he'd painstakingly brewed over ten full months.

Each one had undergone precise enhancements, blending wizard world's property-extraction methods with cultivation world's pill formula principles.

The last potion bottle emptied down his throat.

A soothing warmth flowed through his esophagus, only to erupt upon reaching his stomach, splintering into myriad tiny energy threads that raced through his meridians to every corner of his frame.

Shutting his eyes, Jie Ming sensed the flow of this force. Through inner sight via his divine sense, he vividly “observed” his essence, qi, and spirit treasures shifting in delicate ways.

The potions' collective influence acted like an unseen spark, setting them ablaze.

As the three treasures smoldered steadily, they experienced a profound, unchangeable elevation.

Essence, qi, and spirit energies surged upward from his dantian, sea of consciousness, and throughout his body, morphing into tri-colored flames that endlessly streamed into the dharma body nestled deep in his mind.

The towering thousand-meter dark golden dharma body materialized automatically behind Jie Ming.

This colossal dharma body remained utterly still. Its dual faces—one forward, one rear—radiated an intense gravity never seen before.

The refined daoist visage had eyes half-shut, seemingly attuned to subtle shifts. The scholarly, poised and logical face featured a softly shining golden vertical brow mark, as though computing intricate equations.

Reciting the concluding transformation chant of the Ultra True Body Sutra, Jie Ming stayed remarkably calm and adept, despite it being his initial encounter with this shift.

This composure stemmed from the Light God Transformation technique he'd innovated earlier.

Building a form with Trigram Fire Annihilation Divine Light, converting flesh into data and power, and forging substance from nothingness.

The battle technique he'd mastered across centuries shared nearly identical principles with this breakthrough process. The sole distinction lay in Light God Transformation being a fleeting combat mode, whereas now he pursued an enduring evolution.

“Fortunate that I planned ahead so meticulously.”

A flicker of contentment stirred in Jie Ming's mind. This route formed the groundwork he'd established long ago, just for this pivotal advancement.

Cultivation paths thrived on serendipity.

Yet certain serendipities were paths forged by one's own hands.

The tri-colored flames blazed ever more fiercely. A liquid-metal sheen emerged on the dark golden dharma body's exterior.

Jie Ming sensed the dharma body—once hovering betwixt illusion and substance—undergoing a fundamental shift.

It evolved from “mere energy condensation” into “genuine flesh and blood.”

In this transformation, his fleshly form grew increasingly ethereal.

Glancing down at his hands, Jie Ming noted his fingertips fading to transparency, as if some power slowly wiped them from existence itself.

Panic eluded him entirely. He even savored observing the progression closely.

This mirrored the physical-to-virtual phase of Light God Transformation, yet reversed utterly.

Light God Transformation dissolved the corporeal into pure energy.

But reaching Void Refinement perfection inverted the void to solidity, elevating the dharma body as the authentic form.

With the ultimate strand of tri-colored flame absorbed into the dharma body, a fierce vertigo assailed Jie Ming.

His awareness felt yanked from his mortal shell, or perhaps underwent a drastic viewpoint reversal.

One instant, he was observing the chamber through the mortal viewpoint of “Jie Ming.” The next instant, he transformed into the towering thousand-meter dharma body, gazing down at the small figure below that slowly faded away.

The original form dissolved into motes of starlight, vanishing completely within the chamber.

And now, the dharma body had become his authentic true body.

Jie Ming gradually opened his eyes. His perception of the world had fundamentally transformed.

The initial sensation was, of course, the shift in eyesight. It went beyond just the height difference reshaping his grasp of the surroundings. Those two faces—one front, one back—served a real purpose.

As soon as his eyes opened, Jie Ming realized his vision spanned a full 360 degrees.

The views from both faces stretched out to the sides at once, and he could distinctly perceive the scene overhead. That upper perspective came from the “eyes” on the foreheads of each face—those patterns he'd once dismissed as mere ornaments.

This effect, born from the Fate Subsystem's manifestation, now formed actual eyes in his true body form.

Moreover, his five senses had surged in sensitivity by countless folds, rendering his awareness far more... profound.

What entered his “sight” were no longer mere light-reflected images, but the paths of energy currents.

In his vision, the chamber walls ceased to be solid objects, appearing instead as a weave of myriad energy and matter particles. Past that barrier, the Infernal Sulfur Plane's structures resembled a colossal energy whirlpool, alive with intersecting streams of light specks.

What reached his “ears” were no longer air-vibration sounds, but ripples across diverse wave frequencies.

These noises were whisper-soft, akin to echoes of some primordial tongue, yet pulsing with an ineffable cadence.

What he “smelled” transcended airborne chemical traces, revealing instead the essences of diverse energy natures.

From the stone underfoot rose the dense presence of earth elements. The atmosphere brimmed with wind elements' buoyancy, fire elements' agitation, water elements' serenity…

“So exaggerated. This is already close to the state of activating the All-Purpose Eye!”

Jie Ming drew in a profound breath.

Over half the chamber's elemental energies got pulled in by that inhale, forming a momentary energy void.

Inside him, these forces coursed through, broke down, and fused into his spiritual power.

This marked Void Refinement at its peak.

Far from a simple power boost, it represented an elevation in his very being.

He flexed his fingers. The dark golden joints sliced the air, generating subtle spatial distortions.

This thousand-meter frame felt confined in the chamber, despite its special expansion and fortification for the dharma body. Even so, the area still seemed too tight right now.