I Arrived At Wizard World While Cultivating Immortality Chapter 624: Rule Beings and the New Planar War

Infernal Sulfur Plane, Core Laboratory.

Jie Ming was seated in front of the enormous workstation, his fingers drumming idly across the desktop.

The holographic display unfolding before him brimmed with detailed logs about the Dao Integration Realm.

Dao Integration.

These two words evoked endless legends in the cultivation world, alongside innumerable tragedies.

What was termed Dao Integration involved merging one's very being with the laws of heaven and earth, enabling the cultivator's core essence to vibrate in flawless unison with the world's fundamental principles. Upon success, the cultivator ceased merely 'borrowing' the might of laws and instead 'embodied' them directly.

Every gesture would wield heaven's intent, and every deed or utterance would sync with the pulse of the Great Dao.

Above all, in that state, grasping the Great Dao required no deliberate insight from cultivators—it flowed as pure instinct.

As the cultivator merged with the laws, the laws merged back into the cultivator.

Should the cultivator's will falter or their Dao heart waver, assimilation by the laws would erase their sense of self, turning them into mere rule enforcers within heaven and earth, devoid of independent will.

This fate was called Dao Transformation.

Jie Ming pondered the Great Dao Book Pavilion's accounts of Dao Transformation perils, his brows knitting ever more deeply.

The tales of failure were utterly harrowing.

Most who botched Dao Integration simply dissolved from existence, as though they'd never been.

They transformed into living symbols of natural forces, trapped in eternal, monotonous cycles.

“Even with the Void Refinement Realm reshaping my life form, Dao Transformation remains a grave threat,” Jie Ming murmured, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

A perfected Void Refinement true body did mitigate Dao Transformation risks somewhat, yet only to a limited degree.

The danger of Dao Transformation lingered regardless.

Jie Ming dismissed the holographic display, reclined in his chair, and shut his eyes for profound reflection.

The Great Dao Book Pavilion chronicled numerous ways to lessen Dao Transformation hazards: unique elixirs, supportive artifacts, tailored mind cultivation methods… He planned to gather them all, yet unease gnawed that it fell short.

After all, such countermeasures were crafted for Dao Integration attempts within the cultivation world, where spiritual qi, law dynamics, and cultivator-world bonds meshed seamlessly.

Yet here lay the wizard world.

Law expressions, interaction mechanisms, and even core axioms diverged subtly from his familiar cultivation realm.

Lessons from the Great Dao Book Pavilion couldn't be trusted blindly at full confidence.

“More benchmarks are essential,” Jie Ming declared, eyes snapping open to fix on the cultivation tanks tucked in the lab's corner. “Best would be entities innately blended with worldly rules, or bearing akin traits.”

Examining their physiology, energy flows, and existential modes could spark fresh strategies against Dao Transformation risks.

Jie Ming rose, approached the comms console, and accessed his mission logs.

As an elite combat asset, he received doubled downtime.

From his prior task's close to now, under four centuries had elapsed, leaving ample rest quota untouched.

Still, amid present conditions, idle rest proved pointless; better to curtail it and launch preparations forthwith.

“Terminate rest period ahead of schedule.” Jie Ming worked the console briefly, lodging a request with Noren Workshop's logistics arm.

Within a quarter-hour, approval pinged back.

“Request granted. Elite Combat Unit Jie Ming, rest period nullified. Missions available anytime via magic network terminal.”

Jie Ming nodded, then stretched out on the plush couch, linking his spiritual force to the magic network terminal.

Over a millennium of evolution had polished elite combat unit protocols to exquisite precision.

On the magic network front, elite recruitment across planes had standardized sharply; recently, a Recruitment System app had debuted.

He accessed the recruitment panel.

A sleek, data-packed interface bloomed in his mind, teeming with tasks: Federation-issued plane conquests, wizard faction aid calls, and high-rank wizard bounty hunts.

Rather than hurrying to sort through them, Jie Ming first examined the system's explanatory document.

“The Elite Combat Unit Recruitment System officially launched seventy years ago…” He rapidly skimmed through the file, sighing inwardly to himself.

Over a thousand years had passed for this system to develop from its primitive origins into its present advanced form.

During the initial period, elite combat units served basically as the Federation’s “disposables.” They got deployed into every fierce conflict. Dead was dead for them. Survivors simply moved on to the following battle.

Over time, enhancements were made step by step. Rest intervals, medical care guidelines, task classifications… additions piled up one by one.

Yet the greatest challenge in rolling out the elite combat unit system was never the framework itself, but alerting high-rank wizards to it.

In truth, wizards' sense of time differed vastly from ordinary humans'.

A high-rank wizard's isolated study retreat could span thousands or even tens of thousands of years without effort.

Even those high-rank wizards in action mostly fought on battlefield frontlines, ignoring rear-area developments entirely.

Given these conditions, spreading word of something like the “Elite Combat Unit Recruitment System” across the whole high-rank wizard circle proved incredibly tough.

Thus, back in the beginning, the elite combat unit setup skipped this recruitment method completely. Assignments straight from the Star Ring Federation worked fine.

A pivotal shift occurred almost a millennium ago.

Jie Ming accessed a public news entry. Its bold headline stated: “Wizard Starfall Obtains Level One Cultivation Protocol through the Spirit Enlightenment Art.”

Level One Cultivation Protocol.

Every wizard grasped the immense significance behind those terms.

This represented the Federation's top-tier tech assistance initiative, where vast resources flooded into advancing that particular innovation.

In history, merely a few technologies had gained a Level One Cultivation Protocol, with each reshaping wizard civilization's foundation.

The announcement exploded across the wizard world's elite layers, sparking massive uproar.

Innumerable high-rank wizards broke out from seclusion successively, eager to grasp what this tech entailed and its justification for Level One Cultivation Protocol status.

Upon exiting isolation, they inevitably caught up on the external world's transformations across the prior millennium.

With awareness spreading wider, the elite combat unit system grew ever more sophisticated.

Ultimately, “client” numbers had surged dramatically.

High-rank wizards emerging from retreats realized they had overlooked during isolation not merely updates, but endless chances to tackle vexing issues. Numerous tough foes, strange planes, and elusive oddities could now get resolved via elite combat unit hires.

That's when the Recruitment System finally kicked into full gear.

Jie Ming pulled back his musings and started inputting search criteria.

“Target type: plane-level anomalous creatures… law fusion characteristics… energy level above fifth-rank… mission type: private bounty or Federation recruitment…”

A lengthy sequence of parameters was keyed in, followed by hitting search.

Outcomes displayed in mere moments.

Zero.

Jie Ming let out a sigh, hardly shocked.

Creatures with innate rule fusion like he sought were scarce already. Layering on extra filters made zero matches expected.

In fact, the sole comparable being Jie Ming had faced was the “Mycelord.”

However, a rule matching the Mycelord's potency posed excessive risk. A lesser-tier option suited better.

The page stayed open as he fixed his spiritual power on the refresh icon, launching nonstop refreshes.

Not every task in the Recruitment System dropped simultaneously.

High-rank wizards posted fresh bounties whenever they chose, while the Federation’s logistics team issued new recruitment jobs sporadically.

Occasionally, fortune smiled, and a fresh mission popped right as he refreshed.

While persisting with refreshes, Jie Ming diverted some focus to scan other available missions.

One hour elapsed.

Two hours.

Five hours.

Jie Ming kept his face impassive, his spiritual power reliably handling the refresh cycle.

Such monotonous repetition burdened him not at all.

Ten hours in, a crimson alert box abruptly emerged next to the refresh button.

New task.

Jie Ming’s spiritual power surged on reflex, seizing the fresh data in an instant.

“Private Bounty: Issued by eighth-rank wizard ‘Voidweaver’ Austin. Mission Objective: Assist in handling a planar law anomaly. Required Slots: 1000 elite combat units. Reward: Negotiable.”

An eighth-rank wizard.

Excitement surged through Jie Ming.

Ever since the Recruitment System launched, numerous high-rank wizards started issuing tasks on it, yet the truly noteworthy ones remained those from eighth-rank wizards. These eighth-rank powerhouses occupied the absolute summit of the world's pyramid. Their private bounties held immense significance.

Plus, that key phrase “law anomaly”…

He swiftly accessed the task specifics and skimmed through the plane overview.

“The target plane harbors numerous native beings intimately merged with the world's laws, their power levels spanning third-rank to sixth-rank. One of my ‘Miniature Glass Gardens’ suffered interference from these law entities due to mishandling and now demands prompt clearing…”

Jie Ming's heart pounded faster.

Native beings intimately merged with laws.

Wasn't this precisely the study material he needed?

With no delay, his spiritual power crashed straight onto the “Apply” button at the task interface's base.

Simultaneously, he detected innumerable other spiritual powers rushing at that button right then. Evidently, fellow elite combat units refreshing the page had spotted the task too.

Just one thousand slots available.

Applicants vastly outnumbered them.

Right then, Jie Ming's spiritual power exploded with incredible velocity.

His response time and concentration greatly outpaced typical fifth-rank wizards. Indeed, thanks to repeated upgrades and skill amplifications, his neural reflexes now rivaled those of sixth-rank beings.

His mind raced ahead like a bolt of lightning. Alongside the quickest batch of applicants, he struck the Apply button.

System response came nearly at once.

“Application successful. You have obtained a mission slot. Mission details and assembly coordinates have been sent to your private channel.”

Jie Ming's eyes snapped open, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

Out of one thousand slots, he'd claimed one.

Rising to his feet, he shrugged his shoulders and headed for the lab's exit.