Chapter 743: Chapter 630: Capture (Part 2)

The blue liquid began to change.

The previously still surface of the liquid started to ripple slightly, as if something was gently stirring deep within.

The color of the liquid also began to lighten, changing from deep blue to indigo, and then to a fluorescent blue-purple shade.

That was the external manifestation of successfully connecting the destiny lines.

Having completed the first step, Jeming let out a long breath, his expression becoming more serious.

Now for the main part!

The power of the Fate System began to rise, and the Five Elements Rainbow Transformation Mirror also became active, constantly emanating calculation power from his soul.

Jeming started to gather all the destiny fluctuations related to the mysteries, based on the timeline of events.

Using this as a basis, he searched for all similar destinies and connected them to the blue liquid.

Finally, Jeming withdrew his spiritual power, beads of fine sweat appearing on his forehead.

The destinies of all the characters in a town and the destinies of the events in a town are not on the same scale.

Sorting and connecting tens of millions of destiny lines, even with the assistance of the Fate System, consumed a considerable amount of spiritual power.

"It’s done," he said.

The warlock in the deep blue robe glanced at the test tube and then at Jeming, with a trace of acknowledgment in his gaze: "Impressive, for a moment, I almost instinctively felt that this thing had something to do with me."

The other wizards also used their own methods to verify, nodding in satisfaction.

"Well, let’s begin now." The Cursed Witch walked up to the stone platform and sat cross-legged near the spice jar, "I’ll handle the locking. Once that finger appears, I’ll immediately shift the curse’s focus from the test tube to us."

"Don’t mess it up," the burly warlock looked at her skeptically.

The Cursed Witch didn’t answer, merely raising her right hand, revealing a complex black rune in her palm.

The rune slowly rotated in her palm, emanating an instinctively discomfiting aura.

The burly warlock wisely closed his mouth.

The other wizards found positions in the storage room to stand or sit, forming a loose circle.

Everyone subdued their own aura, suppressed the energy fluctuations to the minimum to avoid disturbing the mysterious force.

Jeming picked a spot from where he could see the entire stone platform, leaned against the rock wall, and sat cross-legged.

He was not well-versed in this part of the procedure, so he simply didn’t participate and instead spread his spiritual power widely as before, constantly monitoring the surroundings for changes.

The storage room fell silent.

Only the occasional slight ripple from the blue liquid and the sound of wind seeping through the crevices of the rock wall.

Time slipped away in silence.

No one spoke, the nine High Tier Wizards were like nine statues, each maintaining the most optimal posture for action, waiting for that thing to appear.

About twenty minutes passed.

Jeming’s spiritual power detected a faint anomaly.

The sensation was hard to describe...

As if on a calm lake surface, an almost invisible entity appeared, causing the entire lake surface to ripple simultaneously.

Then, he saw it.

A finger appeared inside the salt jar.

Pale skin, covered in age spots, with nail beds wet and moist.

"It’s here," Jeming whispered softly.

No reminder was needed; almost at the moment the finger appeared, everyone’s gaze simultaneously focused on the salt jar.

The finger quietly stuck into the salt grains, motionless.

But everyone present could feel some unseen power flowing out of the finger, spreading towards the crystal test tube.

That was the "writing" process of the curse.

"Lock it," the Cursed Witch’s voice was soft, but each word carried an undeniable certainty.

The black rune in her palm exploded instantly, transforming into countless fine black threads, spreading out in all directions like living creatures.

The threads precisely entwined the finger, simultaneously shifting the curse’s focus from the crystal test tube to the wizards present.

She actively directed the mysterious force to target them.

Sure enough, the finger immediately responded.

"Ugh..." The Life System Wizard specializing in life sciences suddenly grunted, his body slightly stiffening.

He instinctively reached to press his waist, his brows furrowed tightly.

"Got hit?" The wizard nearby was a bit envious, "How does it feel?"

"A novel sensation." The Life System Wizard’s expression was somewhat strange, as if he hadn’t felt this kind of discomfort in a long time, "The curse is attacking my kidney; I can feel lots of tissues being replaced by salt."

"Do you taste salt in your mouth?"

"Yes..." The Life System Wizard took a deep breath, his expression becoming even more peculiar, "It really is too salty."

"Even you can’t stand it?" Some wizards were quite curious.

Considering the wizard before him was a Sixth Level Wizard, even deliberately relaxing his defenses to allow the curse to take effect, he shouldn’t be deterred by mere taste.

With the physique of a Sixth Level Life System Wizard, even gnawing on an entire salt lake shouldn’t cause any discomfort.

"Indeed. My mouth is full of saltiness, bitterly salty." The Life System Wizard licked his lips, "The mechanism of this thing... should directly make the cursed feel only the saltiness beyond their carrying limit."

As he spoke, a layer of light green glowing aura appeared on the surface of his body.

That was the signature ability of a Life System Wizard: Life Form Transformation.

The light green aura flowed within him, his soul and flesh rapidly changing structure in the glow, transforming from flesh and blood organs to elemental state composed of pure Life Energy.

In an instant, he completed the transformation from a flesh and blood body to an Elemental Creature.

"Right now, the Elemental Creature I’ve transformed into theoretically shouldn’t have the taste sense of ’salt’..." The Life System Wizard paused halfway through, his brows furrowing again.

"But I still taste salt."

This statement introduced a subtle change in the atmosphere within the storage room.

A Sixth Level Life System Wizard, transformed into elemental state, theoretically had already escaped the influence of conventional sensory curses that affect taste.

Yet, he could still taste salt.

This indicated that the curse of this mysterious force not only acted on the physical body, nor just on the soul, but on some more fundamental level.

"Interesting." The Cursed Witch’s eyes glimmered with light gray hues, a gleam unique to researchers confronted with unknown phenomena, "The level of this curse’s effect is higher than I had imagined. If it isn’t material, energy, or soul, then it must be..."

"Concept," Jeming interjected, "It directly acts on the concept of ’salt.’ Regardless of the form of your body, as long as your understanding includes ’salt’ as a trait, it can make you taste salt."

Being quite familiar with conceptual materials, Jeming determined quickly.

"This concept level..." Even the warlock in the deep blue robe showed an excited expression, "If we can capture and study it, it will greatly advance our understanding of the Law theory."

His gaze fell on the finger inside the salt jar.

The finger remained stuck in the salt grains, but the Cursed Witch’s black threads had tightly bound it.

One end of the threads connected to the finger, while the other linked to the black rune constantly rotating in the Cursed Witch’s palm.

"I can seal it," the Cursed Witch said, "Though after releasing the curse, this finger becomes useless, but before the curse is released, this finger is indeed the manifestation of this mysterious force. Sealing the finger equates to sealing the mysterious force."

"Then go ahead," the burly warlock urged.

The Cursed Witch nodded, beginning to cast the spell.

The black rune rose from her palm, gently drifting toward the salt jar.

During the drift, the rune continued to expand, growing from the size of a fingernail to a fist, then to the size of a head.

Dense spells appeared on the rune’s surface, each one emitting a deep hum, the sound of the Sealing Technique activating.

Other wizards also took action, assisting the Cursed Witch in reinforcing the seal.

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