I Arrived At Wizard World While Cultivating Immortality Chapter 635: Dividing the Spoils and Heading to the Strange Plane

The two sealed containers hovered silently in the sky over the fountain square, gently spinning beneath the amber glow.

A test tube held the salty finger, its eerie blue light clashing oddly with the pale digit inside.

The second container encased the graffiti ball, runes pulsing across its surface while a subtle hum emanated from deep within.

As soon as the seals locked in place, a subtle shift rippled through the square's atmosphere.

Nine wizards positioned themselves around the square, keeping a measured distance from each other.

All their eyes locked onto the two containers, but silence hung heavy as no one broke it first.

“Dividing the spoils” might lack finesse, yet every soul there grasped what came next.

The male wizard in deep blue robes cleared his throat softly, shattering the quiet. “Two Strange, nine people. Any suggestions?”

“I propose splitting the two Strange,” the slim male wizard adjusted his glasses. “Even compressed into conceptual forms, they can be divided in theory. The number of shares depends on our agreement.”

“Nine shares,” the muscular male wizard declared. “One per person, perfectly fair.”

“The graffiti Strange can split into nine, but the salty finger can’t,” the young female wizard shook her head. “Its mechanism differs entirely from the graffiti Strange. Cutting it would ruin its wholeness, slashing its research worth.”

“So you mean one takes the salty finger, and the rest split the graffiti Strange?” The burly male wizard scowled. “Who claims the finger then?”

Silence greeted him.

Moments later, the Curse Witch broke in. Her hooded pale gray eyes scanned the containers steadily as she spoke.

“The graffiti Strange’s power dwarfs the salty finger’s. Split into eight, each piece would outmatch the full finger in intensity.”

Her direct words voiced a truth all knew, fueling their reluctance.

The salty finger was just a basic Strange following rigid rules.

It slew victims, forced salt taste, triggered kidney failure—nothing more.

To wizards, its study potential stayed low.

Not so the graffiti Strange.

It warped reality, bent a sixth-ring wizard’s arm from afar across half a town, and retained fierce life force even squeezed to extremes.

Sliced into eight, every fragment’s worth topped a whole salty finger.

“If we must pick where the salty finger beats divided graffiti Strange,” Jie Ming said evenly, “it’s staying whole. A full specimen aids research more than chopped bits.”

“That edge doesn’t matter,” the life-system wizard dismissed with a wave. “We’re bound for that Strange Plane soon. Wizard Austin mentioned endless Strange varieties there. Complete samples won’t be scarce.”

His remark rang like a firm stance.

Jie Ming eyed him, then scanned the other wizards’ faces.

No blunt words, but the mood screamed it.

All leaned toward handing the salty finger to one, splitting the graffiti Strange among the rest.

Jie Ming eyed the airborne containers, then the eight wizards nearby, nodding faintly. “Fine, I’ll claim the salty finger.”

Surprise flickered across the wizards’ features.

“No complaints here,” the Curse Witch voiced first.

“I agree,” the young female wizard nodded.

Others nodded in turn, objections absent.

Jie Ming met their odd stares without a word.

Truth was, for him, the salty finger Strange outvalued the graffiti one.

He’d already probed the graffiti Strange’s rules deeply in prior contact, amassing ample data.

Thus, a full lower-tier Strange promised more gain.

“We’ll carve the graffiti Strange into eight parts then,” the deep blue-robed male wizard turned to the Curse Witch. “You handle it? You know curse structures best.”

The Curse Witch nodded, approaching the hovering container.

Her left hand stretched out, a black rune blooming in her palm.

The rune spun lazily, sending slender black threads to pierce the container and coil around the huddled graffiti ball.

As soon as the segmentation started, the graffiti ball quivered fiercely. The patterns covering its surface churned wildly, resembling a desperate final resistance. However, the Curse Witch's spell proved utterly exact. Those black threads mimicked surgical blades, carving along the conceptual cracks within the graffiti ball and separating it into eight nearly even segments.

Every segment got wrapped separately in a dark orb forged from curse energy, suspended in midair while radiating soft, fluctuating shades.

“Take them,” the Curse Witch instructed.

All eight wizards claimed one black orb each. Jie Ming stretched out his hand as well, securing the test tube with the salty finger in his inner cave-heaven.

After splitting the loot, the group moved on to securing their “reward.”

The male wizard clad in deep blue robes advanced to the square's heart, tracing a rune through the air with a simple hand motion.

The rune shimmered momentarily before linking up with the magic network terminal.

“Mission completed,” he entered into the terminal, dispatching the completion token.

In that very instant, the atmosphere over the square convulsed sharply.

A gigantic spatial tear burst open from the emptiness, like some phantom sword rending the amber sky. This fissure stretched from earth to heavens, exceeding a hundred meters long and tens wide, its borders aglow with azure radiance.

From the tear's glow, a spectral form materialized—Wizard Austin’s projection.

Upon the arrival of this eighth-ring Archwizard's projection, his pale blue gaze steadily scanned every figure across the square.

His eyes paused briefly at the location where the two containers had once hovered, followed by a subtle nod.

“Not bad efficiency.”

His voice held no great volume, yet each syllable pressed with an authority that made spines snap straight unbidden.

“I will now open the entrance for the mission rewards for you.” Austin lifted his hand, rendering the hundred-meter rift far steadier with his motion. The azure glow along its margins morphed into firm silver-white. “On the other side of the rift is that Strange Plane. I have already invaded the interior of the plane, so once you pass through, you will directly be inside that world.”

The previously inky spatial rift abruptly cleared. Beyond it lay the vista of a different realm.

Wizard Austin continued, “I have a few requirements.”

The wizards listened in silence.

“First, I will not forcibly restrict your output energy levels. You may cast spells freely in that plane. However, I hope that when capturing Strange, you will limit your power as much as possible. Depending on the situation, if you can resolve it on a small scale, do not cause large-scale destruction. The environment of that plane is very fragile and cannot withstand the full output of high-ranking wizards.”

“Second, if possible, I hope you can disguise your identities and avoid being discovered by the native inhabitants of this plane. There are still many unclear aspects regarding the conditions for the birth of Strange. If we want this plane to continuously produce Strange, it is best not to damage the plane itself or disrupt the social structure of its native inhabitants.”

“Strange are indeed rare research resources,” the deep blue-robed male wizard nodded. “We understand. In order to turn it into a ‘renewable resource,’ maintaining the plane’s social structure and basic state is necessary.”

The other wizards nodded successively.

This stemmed not from lofty ideals, but cold profit logic.

A plane endlessly spawning Strange, against one crippled and silent—which offered more worth? No wizard needed math to see it plain.

“Very good.” Austin’s projection nodded. “Then, I will give you all a hint.”

His face turned a touch graver.

“There is one Strange in this plane that I call ‘Night.’”

“Night?” The young female wizard frowned.

“Exactly as the word suggests,” Austin said. “At night, do not allow yourselves to be in a lightless state. Otherwise, it will be rather dangerous.”

“Dangerous to what degree?” the life-system wizard asked.

“For you all, this Night Strange is not dangerous,” Austin’s tone was very calm. “But it has one troublesome characteristic… it is basically connected to the entire plane. If you resist too fiercely, your power will conduct through its ‘body’ into the plane’s law structure, very likely causing irreversible damage.”

“The method to avoid it is simple: just ensure you remain in a lit state even during the night.” Austin spread his hands. “It’s that simple. No need to fight, no need to seal it—just light a lamp. I’m reminding you only because I’m afraid you don’t know this characteristic and might casually extinguish it the moment you arrive, which would destroy the plane’s ecology.”

“Understood.”

The wizards present all nodded, indicating they were clear.

“Regarding the other Strange,” Austin’s projection started fading into transparency, “finding and capturing them relies on your own skills. Good luck.”

The phantom vanished completely.

A massive spatial rift, reaching a hundred meters high, hovered motionless above the square. Beyond it lay a dark, night-cloaked wilderness.

The young female wizard took the lead.

She approached the rift. Just before entering, she lifted her hand, forming a fist-sized orb of energy light in her palm.

A gentle white radiance poured from the orb, wrapping her body in a glowing aura.

With that, she crossed over.

Her form vanished beyond the rift.

The remaining wizards proceeded in sequence. Each one ignited a source of light prior to passing through the rift.

Certain ones used light orbs, others summoned shining runes, while some activated magical artifacts ablaze with fire.

None considered it a hassle. Such a simple gesture safeguarding an entire plane’s ecosystem proved invaluable by any measure.

Jie Ming brought up the rear.

He advanced to the rift, gazed into the shadowy wilderness opposite, and raised his foot to enter.

Yet his foot halted midway.

Not from reluctance to proceed, but sheer impossibility.

As soon as Jie Ming’s body neared the rift, a fierce repulsion surged against him.

The sensation… resembled cramming an elephant into a fridge.

Jie Ming paused in shock, then grasped the cause.

His actual body remained a towering thousand-meter Dharma Form.

Though he appeared utterly ordinary now, it was nothing but deception.

This was the facade created by compressing, folding, and masking his true form.

At core, he stayed that immense dark golden giant spanning a thousand meters.

The rift, stretching over a hundred meters in length and dozens wide, sufficed amply for a normal human or an unexpanded sixth-ring wizard’s Law Solidification Domain.

For a thousand-meter Dharma Form, however, it proved far too cramped.

Jie Ming lingered before the rift, face tinged with awkwardness.

In that instant, a scrutinizing gaze settled upon him.

The silver-white glow bordering the rift quivered faintly before steadying once more.

Yet Jie Ming sharply detected a shift in the light’s “texture.” Before, it resembled a rigid program locked to fixed settings. Now, it pulsed with “life,” infused with fresh awareness.

Austin’s phantom materialized anew.

This instance differed from the prior one.

Its eyes shifted from vacant blue to vibrant and deep.

Evidently, spotting the irregularity, Wizard Austin had directed his awareness here.

“Hm?”

Austin’s stare fixed on Jie Ming. His pale blue eyes narrowed a touch.

That single look pierced Jie Ming’s camouflage clean through.

“Interesting,” Austin murmured softly.

The phantom orbited Jie Ming fully. Its eyes roved over him from head to toe, halting right before his face.

“Your research proves fascinating, little fellow. You’re truly just at the fifth-ring wizard stage, without finishing Law Solidification, yet…” Austin cocked his head faintly. “Your present state of being already echoes a sixth-ring wizard’s Law Solidification Domain.”

“It is merely an insignificant piece of research,” Jie Ming bowed with respect.

“Insignificant?” Austin echoed, lips quirking upward faintly. “Little fellow, excessive humility is equivalent to arrogance.”

Jie Ming flushed with mild shame at those words. After all, admitting it stemmed from another system’s power was impossible.

“Never mind, let me see… your ‘existence’ has already exceeded a thousand meters. No wonder you couldn’t pass through.” Austin grinned, his expression brimming with curiosity for the unfamiliar. “This rift of mine was opened according to the ‘existence’ size of a standard sixth-ring wizard. For you, it is indeed too small.”

He lifted his hand in a nonchalant flick.

Under his gesture, the hundred-meter spatial rift ballooned outward dramatically, akin to a colossal gate swinging wide.

Its borders stretched from one hundred meters to beyond a thousand, then held firm.

Through the vastened portal, the opposite wilderness unveiled a wider panorama. Under the pitch-black sky vault, distant flickers of firelight danced faintly.

Austin’s phantom pivoted. Those animated eyes regarded Jie Ming afresh.

“Little fellow, do well.” He said, “I have high hopes for you.”

Then the phantom faded away.

Jie Ming positioned himself at the widened rift, paused briefly, then raised his foot and crossed.

His figure melted into the silver-white radiance.