Cultivating in the Wizard World

The sealing ritual was proceeding smoothly.

The black rune had floated directly above the salt jar and began descending slowly.

The hum of the spell grew louder, causing the air in the storage room to resonate with it.

Everything was going according to plan.

Then, the unexpected twist occurred.

"Uh..."

The Cursed Witch suddenly let out a muffled moan.

Her right arm... from shoulder to hand, twisted unnaturally.

Like someone wringing a towel, the entire arm, along with the hand, twisted in the opposite direction.

Muscles, bones, blood vessels, nerves... all tissues emitted subtle tearing sounds under that twisting force.

The Cursed Witch's face instantly turned ugly because she didn't sense the attacker.

Her left hand swiftly lifted, pressing against the twisted right shoulder, a black light surged from the palm, attempting to counteract the twisting force.

The other wizards instinctively looked at her and remained on alert around them.

It was natural for people to react this way.

When a teammate is suddenly injured, anyone would immediately focus on what happened.

But at that moment, just when everyone's attention shifted from the finger to the Cursed Witch, Jeming's Spiritual Power detected a change within the salt jar.

The finger was still there.

Yet, the eerie power attached to the finger had dissipated.

One moment it was there, exuding an indescribable "abnormal sensation"; the next moment, it vanished completely.

The finger turned into an ordinary dead man's finger, covered in age spots.

Jeming reacted almost instinctively.

His Spiritual Power fully unleashed, the Fate System overclocked, striving to track where the dispersed force had gone.

But the power dissipated completely, leaving no trace, as if it never existed.

"It escaped." Jeming said in a deep voice.

The air in the storage room froze for a moment.

The twisting force on the Cursed Witch's right arm rapidly weakened under her resistance and eventually stopped.

Her right arm was severely deformed, the bones broken into several pieces, muscle fibers extensively torn.

But she simply frowned, and her right arm began to automatically recover, the bones emitted clicking repositioning sounds.

Her gaze fell on the finger, her pale gray eyes narrowed.

"Tsk."

A dissatisfied click echoed from under the hood.

"Just one last step." She stared at the finger, her tone carrying a hint of annoyance, "The arm twist was to create chaos, at that instant, it detached from the finger."

The face of the warlock in the deep blue robe also looked displeased: "Can it still be tracked?"

"Unlikely." The Cursed Witch nodded, "That eerie being's essence wasn't supposed to physically exist."

The atmosphere in the storage room became subtly tense.

The Cursed Witch's right arm had already recovered under the influence of self-healing witchcraft.

She flexed her fingers to confirm they weren't impaired, then raised her head, her pale gray eyes sweeping over everyone present.

"Did you sense the force twisting my arm?"

The burly warlock nodded: "Yes. It was sudden, without any warning."

"Didn't seem to originate from the finger." The young witch frowned, recalling, "I had my Spiritual Power continuously locked onto that finger, before it dissipated, the finger itself showed no unusual energy fluctuations. That force felt more like... it came from somewhere else."

The blue-robed wizard looked at the finger: "Based on our analysis of that salty finger, its abilities should be confined to the concept of 'saltiness': making food salty, causing kidney failure, having victims taste salt. It shouldn't possess the ability to twist limbs."

"So either we missed something in our analysis..." The thin warlock squinted his eyes, "That eerie presence might have characteristics we haven't discovered."

"Or..." The Life System Wizard took over the conversation, already transitioning from elemental to flesh form, his complexion returning to normal, "Something else intervened."

A wizard's eyes lit up: "So, there's actually another eerie presence here?"

That statement suddenly heated up the air in the storage room.

The salty finger had already proven the research value of these eerie entities.

To wizards, naturally, the more the better!

And the one who understood the situation that happened the best was, undoubtedly, Jeming, who had been observing the surroundings from the start!

Thus, everyone's gaze turned to him.

Jeming was standing next to the stone platform, his eyes not on the salt jar, but focused on a vague spot in the void.

Golden light slowly circulated in the depths of his pupils, indicating the simultaneous operation of the All-Purpose Eye and Fate System.

"I have been observing the fate situation around." Jeming said, his tone calm and steady, "I indeed captured an abnormal fate line."

"Which direction? Is it related to the finger?" the warlock in the deep blue robe immediately asked.

"Your guesses are correct, the subsequent force did not come from the finger." Jeming confirmed, "That finger is 'dead' on the fate level, it doesn't emit any active fate. The force twisting the arm came from the outside. As for the specific direction..."

He closed his eyes, mentally revisiting the trajectory of that fate line, "Northeast direction, approximately one kilometer away."

"One kilometer to the northeast." The young witch quickly sketched the town's map in her mind, "That's the garden area on the town's edge. There is an abandoned manor, with a long corridor behind the manor."

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