I, a cultivator, have ended up in the wizarding world

Chapter 932 The Unspeakable

After the chaos subsided, a phantom figure spoke first: "Existing being from another world, which civilization do you belong to? State your name."

Jemin hovered above the legion, looking up at the phantom.

His lips curled slightly upward, and his voice, though not loud, carried clearly throughout the sky: "You don't need to know, you only need to know one thing: you are about to become my spoils."

A burst of rage emanated from the phantom.

The leading Holy Spirit King suddenly shook its tentacles, and the phantom exploded, revealing its true form.

Giant tentacles, thousands of meters long, descended from the clouds, their carapaces covered in flowing runes that emitted a chilling dark purple light.

Its compound eyes slowly rotated among the tentacles, locking onto Jemin: "What an arrogant, inferior life form! What kind of being do you think you are facing!"

It opened its mouth and uttered a declaration that shook the heavens and earth: "By my very existence I proclaim: Do not look directly at me! Do not listen to me! Do not know me!"

The moment the sound faded, Jemin felt the scene before him begin to distort.

The clouds in the sky turned into vortexes, the outlines of the buildings became blurred, and the ground beneath our feet seemed to be melting.

An indescribable sense of unease surged from all directions: it was as if the whole world was rejecting his existence.

His senses were sending confused signals; his vision, hearing, and touch had all lost their original correspondence.

The signals conflicted and contradicted each other, preventing his consciousness from constructing a stable model of the external world.

Below, the Black Giants and the Dragonblood Mushroom Legion were also affected by this distorted sensory field, their movements became sluggish, and their formation began to break apart.

The vertical openings of the chests of several black giants opened and closed unconsciously, as if trying to catch some non-existent scent. The dragon-blooded mushroom people stopped in their tracks, turning their bodies blankly in place.

A Holy Spirit King, observing the army's reaction below, let out a cold laugh: "As expected of a low-level civilization, lacking even the most basic sensory defenses."

However, just as it was about to take further action, Jemin stepped out of the distorted field of perception.

He raised his head and looked directly into the compound eyes of the Holy Spirit King, his gaze clear.

"I've been wanting to say this since earlier," Jemin's voice came clearly from the distorted space, "You guys are all just playing petty tricks."

More than a dozen phantom images of the Holy Spirit King trembled simultaneously.

The Holy Spirit King, at the head of the group, narrowed his compound eyes, a wave of terror erupting from his mental state: "Impossible! You were clearly already—"

"Trapped by your sensory field?" Jemin finished the sentence for it. "It is indeed a clever trick. Unfortunately, it's useless once you see through it."

He hovered in the void, his body surrounded by a steady flow of light.

The invisible force field of the Guixu Armor filtered out those distorted sensory signals one by one, leaving only the true external information.

His True Delusion-Piercing Eyes were also in operation, separating the manipulated energy fluctuations from the environmental signals.

Under double protection, the so-called "unspeakable" was easily peeled away by him.

"Higher organisms perceive the outside world by using past experiences as data, making predictions through their own brains or higher thinking organs, and ultimately projecting the content," Jemin explained calmly as he picked up a ball of purple mist and observed it.

"One of the core functions of external signals is to transmit prediction errors, thereby driving the continuous updating of the internal perception model."

When predictions and actual signals match, organisms feel familiar and certain. When they don't match, they feel surprise or even fear. (Note 1)

He looked at the restless, writhing Holy Spirit Kings and continued, "The principle behind your trick is to constantly adjust external stimuli, preventing the recipient's signals from corresponding with the external environment. Because this method essentially doesn't require acting on the recipient themselves, it only needs to alter subtle differences in the external environment. Therefore, theoretically, this trick can even work on everyone."

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The fear intensified amidst the spiritual fluctuations of the Holy Spirit Kings.

"Of course, that's just in theory." Jemin sneered inwardly. "In reality, such an existence would excite level eight wizards, who would then devour it. The civilization with its indescribable gods that was swallowed up by the wizarding civilization is the best example."

He raised his hand and casually cast the most basic spell, summoning a hurricane that dispersed the surrounding purple mist.

Watching the legion quickly return to normal, Jemin shook his head helplessly: "Their methods are even cruder than I expected. They really can only pull this off with this mist? How boring!"

Seeing that Jemin had indeed broken his "ineffable" barrier, the Holy Spirit Kings instinctively launched an attack, with dozens of enormous tentacles lashing out at Jemin simultaneously.

But those tentacles were repelled the moment they touched his body's force field, and the Guixu Armor didn't even cause a ripple.

"To dare to oppose a wizard after leaving behind a sample of themselves," Jemin scoffed in a low voice. "They really have guts."

The sample left behind by the Holy Spirit King after severing its own tentacles was carefully studied by the wizards while they waited for the spatial passage to open.

With the assistance of two super geniuses, Clark and Castillo, the most basic elemental structure of the entire Holy Spirit Clan was completely analyzed in just a few hours, and targeted countermeasures were also developed.

Therefore, when facing these level eight creatures, Jemin didn't even need to activate his Dharma Form.

After adjustments, the Guixu Armor is now strong enough to block all their attacks.

As for a counterattack, he didn't want to use an attack method like the Great Annihilation Divine Light, which wasted spoils of war.

He raised his right hand, and several beams of bright white light shone from his fingertips.

After being specifically modified, the End Ray pierced through the defenses of every Holy Spirit King with overwhelming force.

The defenses of these level-eight creatures, who were not good at head-on confrontations, were as fragile as paper in the face of this blazing white beam. The beam pierced through their shells, exited from behind, and exploded into several bursts of energy in the clouds.

The dozen or so Holy Spirit Kings were all defeated within a few breaths.

Their tentacles drooped limply, and the light in their compound eyes quickly dimmed.

"How—is this possible?!"

"Monster! It's a monster!!"

Those ordinary seventh-level Holy Spirits below witnessed the entire process and, unsurprisingly, went into chaos, their mental fluctuations filled with uncontrollable fear.

Jemin waved his hand and gave orders to his legion: "Clear out any rebellious enemies and be sure to collect the spoils of war."

The black giants and the dragon-blooded mushroom army recovered from their sensory distortion and unleashed a deafening battle roar.

They swept into every corner of the holy city, crushing the remaining resistance one by one.

Amidst the chaos of the battlefield, a Holy Spirit King with all its tentacles severed enveloped itself in spiritual power and quietly escaped the battlefield by distorting the consciousness of the surrounding creatures.

It flew towards the depths of the holy city and entered a hidden spatial passage.

The light in the passage flashed by, and its form disappeared within it.

Jemin glanced in that direction, a smile playing on his lips, but didn't give chase.

After the Holy Spirit King left, he immediately raised his hand and completely saved the spatial coordinates and corresponding parameters of the spatial passage.

Dark gold runes flowed from his fingertips, condensing into a thin seal around the spatial passage to prevent the other side from destroying it.

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