Chapter 748: Chapter 633: Beaten Into Submission

Jeming had long anticipated he would become a target, given he was the only one inside the barrier without a Law Solidification Domain.

The graffiti’s attack surged like a tide.

Dozens of graffiti figures emerged in the air, each distorting Jeming’s image.

Some tried to twist his neck, others tried to tear his body apart, and some tried to extract something from his body.

Despite such attacks, Jeming’s response was remarkably calm.

He did not activate any special protection, nor did he employ any defense magic, not even getting up from the fountain’s stone ledge.

He simply sat there, enduring the graffiti mysterious’ attack with his soul and flesh, one hundred percent.

For this reason, Jeming could more clearly perceive the nature of that power.

He was somewhat surprised as he looked at his arm, silently experiencing this power.

Unlike conventional elemental strikes, this power was something more subtle.

It was as if it was modifying the "settings" of his arm.

This was a questioning of "existence" itself!

The graffiti mysterious wasn’t attacking him but "rewriting" him.

It was trying to tell the attacked, you’re not how you are now, you should become another form.

But Jeming’s body was much more resilient than it anticipated.

After forging his true form, the Body Refining Technique, which had fused with his instincts, displayed its terrifying nature at this moment.

Confronting such an unprecedented attack method, Jeming’s true form completed adaptive evolution with an astonishing speed.

Even the first attack failed to have an effective impact; the damage produced was quickly adapted to and then immunized by Jeming’s body.

Jeming’s body instantly completed the resistance evolution against the graffiti mysterious’ attack method, rendering the instruction to "you should become someone else" meaningless.

Your instruction has been received, but I do not acknowledge it.

So it’s invalid.

Jeming opened his eyes, a dark golden light flashing across his pupils.

He stretched out his right hand.

The pale finger floating in the air was pulled over by an invisible force and landed steadily in his palm.

The finger trembled slightly in his hand, and the liquid beneath the nails soaked onto his skin.

Salty.

But just as Jeming savored the saltiness, his body automatically evolved an immunity to this curse.

"The speed of evolution is faster than I initially expected."

Jeming shook his head and took out a test tube from his Inner Grotto Heaven.

It was a container previously used to store Plane Origin, forged from special crystals, with its inner wall plated with an array that could block law penetration.

For mysterious beings that could dissolve into rules, this was the best sealing container.

He opened the sealing cap of the test tube, stuffed the salty finger inside, and resealed it.

The blue light inside the test tube flickered briefly, then stabilized.

The salty finger lay quietly within the test tube, motionless, like an exhibit stored in a museum.

"Salty finger sealed," Jeming suspended the test tube beside him, raising his head to look at the graffiti, still continuously transforming in the air, "Continue to shrink the barrier. Force this big guy out too."

"Understood."

Thus, the barrier continued to shrink.

As the diameter decreased, the reaction of the graffiti mysterious became increasingly intense.

The graffiti in the air multiplied to an almost frenzied degree, with hundreds of images emerging simultaneously, transforming simultaneously, dissipating simultaneously, and new ones simultaneously appearing.

Colors exploded, intertwined, fused in the air, forming chaotic visual noise.

When the barrier diameter shrank to ten meters, the graffiti mysterious finally could no longer maintain its pure conceptual state.

Its "body" began to appear in the air.

It was a mass without a fixed form.

Its surface was covered with constantly changing graffiti, switching patterns every second, from portraits to animals to abstract figures to completely incomprehensible symbols.

Its size was roughly the size of a carriage, shaped like a crumpled paper ball, with edges constantly extending outward and retracting, probing the confines of the barrier.

Seeing the main entity finally reveal itself, Jeming stood up.

He looked up at the chaotic existence, his gaze as calm as looking at a specimen on an experimental table.

"Shrink it further," he said.

"If it shrinks further, it’ll touch you," a voice from above, belonging to a warlock in a deep blue robe, answered.

"It needs to touch me."

The barrier continued to shrink.

Diameter of eight meters, six meters, five meters...

The graffiti mysterious was nearly touching Jeming’s head.

Its surface continuously extended graffiti tentacles trying to touch Jeming’s body.

But with each touch, those tentacles would quickly retract as if scalded.

The resistance evolved by the Body Refining Technique made Jeming’s body appear like a piece of red-hot iron to the graffiti mysterious.

Jeming raised his left hand.

Starting from the shoulder, the skin color of his arm began to change.

From normal skin tone to a deep dark gold, as if infused with metallic luster by some ancient power.

The muscle lines became more defined under the dark golden skin, and fine rune patterns emerged at the joints of the fingers.

Partial embodiment.

He did not fully reveal the thousand-meter tall ethereal true body; he only transformed his left hand into the true body form.

In the true body state, he himself is an "information biological entity."

On the "biological" level, in the true body state, he and these law-integrated mysterious beings are similar life forms.

Faced with Jeming’s change, the graffiti-like entity seems to sense danger.

It began to crazily retreat backward, but the barrier had shrunk to a diameter of only five meters, leaving it no escape route.

Those graffiti tentacles flailed wildly in the air, attempting to create some kind of chaos to distract Jeming, but Jeming’s gaze remained locked on its core.

The dark golden left hand reached into the "body" of the graffiti-like entity.

Jeming could feel the sensation, as if grasping a mass of sticky semi-fluid.

The ever-changing graffiti struggled and twisted between his fingers, attempting to escape.

But the dark golden fingers, like five iron clamps, firmly gripped it.

Then, Jeming raised the other arm, also partially materialized into the true body.

Fist clenched, strike down!

Bang!

The surface of the graffiti-like entity exploded in a chaotic burst of colors, like a shattered kaleidoscope.

Two punches.

It emitted a sound that wasn’t quite a sound, a direct explosion of a screech on the consciousness level.

That screech contained no language, only fear driven to the brink of despair.

Punch after punch.

Jeming’s movements were precise and efficient, each punch landing on the graffiti-like entity’s most central spot.

The region where causal lines were densest, graffiti changed most frequently, and energy fluctuations were most intense.

The graffiti-like entity was battered into continuous contraction, its size shrinking from the size of a carriage to a millstone, and then from the size of a millstone to a basin.

The constantly changing graffiti began to slow, the colors no longer vibrant, resembling a faded old painting.

It began to tremble.

Jeming could feel that trembling, a fear born instinctively.

At this moment, the mysterious entity curled up in his dark golden palm like a cat grabbed by the neck.

In the sky, eight Sixth Level Wizards witnessed the whole process.

"This..." the young witch opened her mouth, unsure of what to say.

"Tsk tsk tsk...," the burly warlock rubbed his eyes, "looks like he’s quite good at biochemical modifications..."

"No Law Solidification Domain, no Energy Protection, just used his body to withstand the graffiti’s attack and then pummeled it into a mass." The slender warlock couldn’t help but widen his eyes, "His body resistance is stronger than mine."

The wizards were not amazed at Jeming’s strength, but at his actions.

What Jeming could do, they could too, but only if adequate protections were in place.

Facing this kind of special entity capable of assimilating with the law, directly contacting purely with the body... how could this be any different from confronting nuclear radiation without a protective suit?!

The dark blue-robed warlock remained silent for a few seconds, then quietly said, "Continue to shrink the barrier. Help him suppress that thing."

So the barrier continued to shrink.

The volume of the graffiti-like entity had been compressed to the size of a basketball, its surface graffiti still changing, but now only once per second, and the patterns were mostly similar: a curled-up, trembling humanoid figure.

Jeming’s two hands closed in, cradling the graffiti-like entity in his palms, kneading it forcefully like dough.

The graffiti tentacles trying to escape were crushed by his fingers, the concepts attempting to resurface suppressed back by the power of his true body.

Eventually, the graffiti-like entity was rolled into a ball.

A ball the size of a fist, with faint graffiti traces remaining on its surface.

It no longer struggled, no longer trembled, just quietly remained in Jeming’s palm, like a tamed beast.

Jeming retrieved another container from his Inner Grotto Heaven.

It was a device specifically for containing law materials. He opened the container’s lid, placed the graffiti ball inside, and then sealed it.

The surface of the container flickered with the glow of runes for a few moments, then settled into calm.

Two sealed containers floated in mid-air above the fountain square, one holding a pale finger, the other containing a curled-up graffiti ball.

They rotated quietly in the amber light, like two freshly completed works of art.

Jeming clapped his hands and stepped out of the barrier.

His hands had returned to a normal skin tone from dark golden, showing no signs of the recent battle.

He walked to the edge of the barrier, glanced back at the two floating containers, then nodded to the wizards in the sky.

"It can be sealed now."

All eight Sixth Level Wizards acted simultaneously.

At this moment, the barrier transformed into a Sealing Technique, pressing in from all sides toward the two containers.

The surface of the Energy Barrier revealed dense runes, firmly locking the two containers inside.

Quickly, the sealing was complete.

The dark blue-robed warlock slowly descended from the sky, landing beside Jeming.

He looked at the two containers and then at Jeming, silently for a few seconds:

"Well done."

"Thanks for the compliment."

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