I Arrived At Wizard World While Cultivating Immortality Chapter 634: Beat It into Submission
Previously on I Arrived At Wizard World While Cultivating Immortality...
Jie Ming expected to be singled out as the target. Indeed, he remained the only one within the barrier lacking a Law Solidification Domain.
The graffiti’s onslaught rushed at him like a massive surge.
Dozens of graffiti forms materialized in the sky, every single one warping his likeness.
Some sought to break his neck, others aimed to rip his body to shreds, while more tried extracting something from deep inside him.
In the face of these assaults, Jie Ming stayed astonishingly composed.
He activated no unique protections, cast no shielding spells, and didn’t even rise from his seat on the fountain’s stone rim.
He just remained seated, letting his soul and flesh bear the full brunt of the graffiti Strange’s strikes.
This allowed Jie Ming to perceive that power’s traits with exceptional clarity.
He gazed at his arm in mild astonishment, quietly sensing this energy.Different from typical elemental assaults, this force operated on a far more insidious level.
It felt like it was altering the “parameters” of his arm.
This amounted to a direct challenge to the essence of “existence”!
The graffiti Strange wasn’t truly striking at him—it was “overwriting” his very being.
It sought to impose on its victim: you’re not who you think you are; transform into something different.
Yet Jie Ming’s physique proved far tougher than it anticipated.
After refining his true body, the body-forging technique fused into his instincts unleashed its horrifying might right then.
Against this novel type of assault, Jie Ming’s true body underwent rapid adaptive mutation that stunned onlookers. The initial strike yielded no real damage; the instant harm occurred, adaptation followed, then full immunity. In a flash, Jie Ming’s frame evolved complete resistance to the graffiti Strange’s attack style, making its dictate of “become something else” utterly futile.
Your order was received, but it’s rejected.
Hence, no effect.
Jie Ming’s eyes snapped open. A gleam of dark gold streaked through his irises.
He reached out with his right hand.
The ghostly pale finger hovering nearby was yanked by an unseen pull, settling firmly into his grasp.
The finger quivered faintly in his hold, its nail-seeped liquid staining his skin.
It tasted of salt.
Yet the very moment Jie Ming detected that salty flavor, his body swiftly mutated again, developing immunity to this curse too.
“This evolution pace exceeds my original projections.”
Jie Ming shook his head while retrieving a test tube from his inner cave-heaven.
This vial, once holding plane origin, was forged from rare crystal lined inside with a law array blocking rule infiltration. For a Strange that melted into laws, it served as the ideal containment.
He uncapped the test tube, shoved the salty finger within, and secured the lid once more.
A blue glow pulsed inside the tube before steadying.
The salty finger rested still within, unmoving, akin to a museum display piece.
“Sealed the salty finger,” Jie Ming allowed the test tube to hover nearby as he glanced upward at the ever-morphing graffiti overhead. “Keep contracting the barrier. Drive this main one out too.”
“Got it.”
With that, the barrier kept shrinking.
As its width diminished, the graffiti Strange’s frenzy intensified.
The aerial graffiti had proliferated to maddening levels. Hundreds of visuals emerged at once, shifted together, faded together, only for fresh ones to spawn simultaneously.
Hues detonated, twisted, and blended midair, spawning disorienting visual chaos.
Once the barrier’s span hit ten meters, the graffiti Strange could no longer sustain its abstract conceptual form.
Its “form” started taking shape in the air.
It resembled a shapeless blob.
Graffiti endlessly shifted across its exterior, cycling designs each second—from humanoid outlines to beasts, to bizarre geometries, to alien glyphs. Roughly carriage-sized, it looked like a wadded paper sphere. Its borders kept stretching out and pulling back, testing the barrier’s limits.
With the prime offender finally exposed, Jie Ming rose to his feet.
He peered up at the turbulent entity, his expression serene like a researcher eyeing a specimen.
“Contract it more,” he commanded.
“Any further, and it’ll reach you,” warned the voice of the deep blue-robed male wizard from overhead.
“Precisely my intent.”
The barrier pressed inward relentlessly.
Diameter dropped to eight meters, then six, then five…
The graffiti Strange’s bulk loomed right above Jie Ming’s head.
Graffiti tendrils kept protruding from its surface, striving to brush against Jie Ming’s form.
But each contact sent those tendrils snapping back as if scorched by fire.
Jie Ming's physique, hardened by the body-tempering technique, struck the graffiti Strange like a slab of searing iron.
His left hand lifted upward.
From the shoulder onward, his skin's hue shifted dramatically.
Shifting from ordinary flesh tones to a profound dark gold shade, gleaming with the metallic sheen of some primordial force.
Under that dark golden skin, his muscle contours sharpened even more, while subtle rune markings surfaced at his finger joints.
Partial manifestation of the true body.
Instead of unleashing the full thousand-meter Void Refinement true body, he merely altered his left hand to match its form.
Within the true body state, his existence became an “information entity.”
On a “biological” plane, his true body form resembled these Strange creatures fused with rules.
The graffiti Strange detected peril upon witnessing Jie Ming's transformation.
It scrambled backward in panic, yet the barrier had constricted to just five meters across, trapping it without escape.
Its graffiti tentacles lashed out chaotically through the air, hoping to sow disorder and divert Jie Ming's focus, though his stare stayed fixed on its nucleus.
That dark golden left hand plunged straight into the graffiti Strange's “body.”
A sticky, semi-liquid mass filled Jie Ming's grasp, that was the tactile feedback he received.
Endless morphing graffiti writhed and squirmed amid his fingers, desperate for freedom.
Yet those dark golden digits clamped down like unyielding iron vices, holding it fast.
Next, Jie Ming hoisted his right arm, partially shifting it too into true body configuration.
Fist clenched tight, he hammered downward!
Slap!
Wild splashes of color erupted over the graffiti Strange's exterior, resembling a broken kaleidoscope's fragments.
Two strikes landed.
A piercing wail—not audible sound—detonated straight into the mind.
No words filled that wail, just raw terror from utter desperation.
Strike followed strike.
Each of Jie Ming's blows struck with ruthless precision right at the graffiti Strange's heart.
Targeting spots thickest with causal threads, busiest with graffiti shifts, and wildest with energy surges.
Pounded relentlessly, the graffiti Strange dwindled nonstop—from wagon bulk to grindstone scale, then to basin proportions. Its ever-changing graffiti slowed to a crawl, colors dulling like a weathered canvas.
Trembling overtook it.
That instinctive dread vibrated through Jie Ming's awareness.
Right then, the Strange huddled in his dark golden palm, much like a kitten nabbed by its nape.
From their lofty vantage, the eight sixth-ring wizards observed the full spectacle.
“This…” The young female wizard's mouth gaped, words failing her briefly.
“Tsk tsk tsk…” The burly male wizard scrubbed at his eyes. “Looks like this guy excels at biochemical tweaks…”
“No Law Solidification Domain, no energy shield, but he took the graffiti's hits bare-bodied and then pummeled it into submission,” the slender male wizard's eyes bulged in disbelief. “That body's toughness surpasses even mine.”
Not Jie Ming's strength astonished the wizards, but his audacity.
They could replicate his feat, yet only with adequate defenses in place.
Brushing against a law-fusing entity like that using raw flesh alone... how was that any different from handling nuclear fallout sans protective gear?!
The deep blue-robed male wizard paused silently for moments, then murmured, “Keep compressing the barrier. Assist in trapping that creature.”
So the barrier kept squeezing inward.
Now basketball-sized, the graffiti Strange's surface graffiti still flickered, but at a sluggish once-per-second pace, mostly depicting a huddled, quivering humanoid shape.
Bringing both hands close, Jie Ming sandwiched the graffiti Strange between his palms and kneaded it vigorously like pliable dough.
Fleeing graffiti tendrils got pulverized under his fingertips one after another. Spreading concepts got forced back by his true body's might. Finally, he compacted the graffiti Strange into a sphere.
A fist-sized orb bearing faint lingering graffiti marks on its skin.
Struggles and shakes ceased entirely. It lay still and docile in Jie Ming's palm, akin to a subdued feral animal.
From his inner cave-heaven, Jie Ming retrieved yet another container.
A specialized jar designed for law-derived substances. He uncapped it, shoved the graffiti sphere within, and secured the lid. Runes glimmered briefly across the container's exterior before fading to stillness.
Hovering over the fountain square were two sealed containers—one holding the ghostly pale finger, the other cradling the coiled graffiti sphere.
Under the amber glow, they spun silently, resembling two freshly finished masterpieces.
Jie Ming clapped his hands and stepped out from the barrier.
His hands had reverted from dark golden back to their normal skin color, with no signs left of the battle that had just taken place.
He approached the barrier's edge, looked back at the two floating containers, then gave a nod to the wizards up in the sky.
“It can be sealed now.”
The eight sixth-ring wizards moved in unison.
Right then, the barrier shifted into a sealing spell, compressing onto the two containers from all sides.
Thick runes surfaced on the energy barrier, securely trapping the two containers inside.
The seal was finished in no time.
The male wizard clad in deep blue robes descended slowly from the air and landed next to Jie Ming.
He eyed the two containers, then turned to Jie Ming, remaining quiet for a few seconds:
“Well done.”
“No problem.”