I Arrived At Wizard World While Cultivating Immortality Chapter 939: Clearing Up and the Parasite

Jie Ming felt fairly sure there was nothing wrong with his deduction.

The anomaly in the space of the core laboratory had been caused by the World Nesting Technology running out of control.

So many years had passed and the core area still showed effects on such an extravagant scale; one could well imagine how wide the reach of the mutation had been when it first broke out.

The whole continent, very likely the whole plane, must once have been swept over by that power.

Even if the effects on the outer regions had not been so violent, the distortion of the plane’s rules alone would have been enough to destroy a human civilisation that depended on technology.

It could be said that this runaway technology had changed the entire world.

As for the previous generation of human civilisation courting its own destruction through its own research, Jie Ming was not greatly surprised.

The business with the mushroom-men alone showed just how mad those humans had been.

After all, the mushroom-man race had not sprung up overnight; to turn an entire species into that, the operation itself gave off a fanaticism that took no account of consequences.

Jie Ming drew his gaze back, sent a message through the Incense Fire Divine Dao to the Black Giant priests and the Tentacle Tree fleet standing by on the outskirts, then turned and left the core laboratory.

He made his way back up level by level through the teleportation arrays, and by the time he reached the outermost layer he could already see the Black Giant priests busy at the clearing work alongside the Tentacle Trees’ researchers.

They were moving those instruments and documents, compressed until they were extremely fragile, with the greatest care, wrapping them in specially made protective shields and then sending them all together to the temporary warehouse on the surface.

The Tentacle Tree researchers, meanwhile, were carrying out a preliminary sorting and recording beside them, noting down in detail the original position and condition of every single item.

Jie Ming beckoned to Jack. “You go and help them clear this ruin for now. Take it as a chance to learn something along the way.”

Seeing his Mentor return safely, Jack let out a breath.

At Jie Ming’s order he straightened up without thinking. “Understood!”

“There’s no need to stand on ceremony in front of me. Off you go.” Jie Ming smiled and waved him away.

Jack hesitated a moment, nodded, then ran over to a team of Tentacle Trees at work.

The two sides exchanged a few words, and Jack was set to the job of carrying things.

His movements were still clumsy, but his attitude was serious, and now and then he would stop to study the contents of the documents closely, trying to read something out of those sheets of paper compressed to almost nothing.

Several of the Tentacle Tree researchers noticed his interest and took it upon themselves to explain some basic research methods to him.

Jie Ming left his disciple to it, walked out of the ruin and returned to the surface.

His temporary command post had been set up on a rise at the edge of the basin, where several metal buildings, thrown up quickly by alchemy, stood scattered about.

Black Giant priests came and went, gathering here the data and samples from the various laboratories.

Jie Ming sat down inside the command post and began to take stock of his gains.

Chief among them, naturally, was the research data relating to the mushroom-men.

That material could be handed to his research team; it would be of direct help in improving the dragonblood mushroom-men further.

Next came the core ruin itself. The building materials alone would give Jie Ming a great deal to study.

And last, the most valuable item of all: the World Nesting Technology.

Jie Ming laid the material he had collected out on the workbench and went over it carefully.

The previous civilisation had poured enormous resources into this technology. From theoretical derivation to experimental verification, from the compression of microscopic particles to the nesting of miniature planes, every step had its detailed record.

The trouble was that the technology itself was an unfinished product.

And at the time the great majority of the material had been kept inside storage devices of one kind or another, so that a great deal of it was destroyed when the spatial mutation came.

All that remained were a few paper documents, recording the core technology in rather scattered form along with the more important data.

Reproducing the technology would take no small amount of work.

He put the material in order and stored it away in his inner world, meaning to study it at leisure once he was back in the Infernal Sulfur Plane.

Just as Jie Ming was about to take out the Holy Spirit race’s spatial passage sealing sphere and carry on with that research, his magical network terminal suddenly vibrated.

He glanced at the caller. It was Viola.

The instant the light screen lit up, Jie Ming found himself looking at Viola’s face, all but contorted with rage.

“We’ve been had!”

The moment her voice came through, Jie Ming realised this was probably no small matter.

Viola’s long silver-grey hair was somewhat dishevelled; clearly she had not long finished a battle. Behind her lay a stretch of wasteland, and in the distance several giant beasts could be seen on patrol.

“What’s happened?”

“It was Carl who found it. He was making his routine check on his control over the Plane Origin, and part of that control was gone!”

Viola forced the words out through her teeth, her tone full of an anger she could not keep down.

Carl?

Jie Ming’s expression shifted.

After gathering in all the human survivors, Carl had not rested; instead he had turned around and joined the wizards’ legions, helping them press the attack on the alien races.

Jie Ming reckoned it over briefly. Through this period he must have been campaigning alongside Viola.

Since he counted as having joined the wizard civilisation himself, the wizards had left his control over the Plane Origin untouched, out of respect.

Jie Ming’s brows drew together slightly. “Who took it?”

“From what we know, it should be some sort of insect creature.” Viola’s voice went completely cold.

“In all likelihood it is an insect creature that specialises in parasitism. There is no telling when it slipped into this plane, and it has been lying dormant a very long time… we never even noticed.”

“After Carl sensed the anomaly in the Plane Origin he followed the traces back, and only then did he find that the thing had already fastened itself inside the plane. Worse still, by some means or other it can actually erode the Plane Origin directly, and it has taken part of the control away from Carl.”

Jie Ming fell silent.

He had thought of the intelligence he had taken from a group of birdman souls back at the Anvil base.

That intelligence from the birdmen had mentioned that the insect-men meant to summon a powerful figure from their own civilisation to seize the Plane Origin.

Looking at it now, that must have meant this very insect. If it was a special existence that could parasitise even a plane, then it was indeed well suited to seizing a Plane Origin.

“How do things stand now?” Jie Ming asked.

Viola drew a deep breath.

“Carl is holding it down, but the thing is cunning. The moment we try to track it, it pulls itself in and hides away in some other region. It is a great deal of trouble for Carl to handle alone, so I came to you.”

Jie Ming nodded.

“Send me the coordinates.”

Viola wasted no more words and sent over a set of spatial coordinates at once.

“I will be there right away.”

As the words fell, the light screen went dark.

Jie Ming shut off the call and stood up.

He glanced at the excavation site and the clearing of the ruin going on busily in the distance.

The Black Giant priests had settled into their stride; with them to watch over Jack, nothing would go wrong.

He explained the situation to Jack, then walked out of the command post and vanished from where he stood.