Cultivating in the Wizard World

After the initial astonishment, Jeming and Viola almost simultaneously snapped back to reality.

The two exchanged a glance without any unnecessary words and instantly focused their attention on the light screen beside them, jointly monitoring two aspects.

One side was Clark's condition.

The gray-white figure within the spiritual light, at the moment, had his eyes slightly closed, seemingly immersed in a deep meditation.

An immense amount of spiritual power, like invisible tendrils, extended from his body toward the surroundings, tightly woven with the soul of the entire plane.

The other side was the operation of the array.

Data from over a hundred key nodes rapidly flickered on the light screen; the energy flow on each line had to remain within a stable range.

If any anomaly appeared, they must immediately forcefully sever Clark's link with the plane and "fish" the mentor out of that state.

This was their most important task at the moment.

Jeming stared at Clark on the light screen, his brow slightly furrowed.

The mentor's state... was somewhat unusual.

It wasn't unstable; on the contrary, it was too stable.

Logically, establishing a connection with such a vast plane soul for the first time would undoubtedly require a difficult adaptation process.

Constant adjustment of the spiritual power's output frequency, repeated probing of the state of the plane soul, and careful avoidance of being overwhelmed by the immense spirituality were necessary.

But Clark didn't have to.

He just quietly floated there as if he naturally belonged with this plane.

Such details that were meant to require repeated adjustments seemed nonexistent for him.

And moreover...

Jeming noticed that Clark's expression wasn't one of "intoxicated by controlling immense power" nor "focused on exerting full control."

It was more like he was experiencing something.

Like a researcher first encountering a new theory, slowly savoring the intricacies within.

"What's the mentor doing?" Viola also noticed the anomaly, whispered.

Jeming shook his head, said nothing.

The next moment, Clark in the light screen moved.

It was a minute movement: his eyelids gently quivered, and his right index finger slightly lifted.

But on the plane's surface, in the shared vision through Clark, dramatic changes occurred for Jeming and Viola!

That stream of death energy frozen in mid-air, that tide of frozen anti-matter explosions, at the same instant, seemed to be clutched by invisible hands!

They began moving in the same direction.

Towards the highest point of the plane, the place where the four "suns" were.

...

...

The highest point of the plane.

This was already nearing the edge of the plane barrier.

Due to extreme scarcity of elements in this plane itself, the so-called "plane barrier" was nearly nonexistent.

It was just a slightly distorted transparent film, barely isolating the thin inner air from the endless chaotic void outside.

Through that film, the twisted, bizarre colors and the endless element turbulence of the chaotic void beyond could be vaguely seen.

Four figures hovered beneath this film.

Separated by millions of kilometers.

For mortals, this distance was astronomical.

But for Eighth Level Wizards, this distance was as close as it could be.

The two Eighth Level Wizards of Nolun Workshop: Nolun, and the recently advanced Anton Buchanan, watched the opposite side warily.

On the other side, the Eighth Level Wizard of Chaos Secret Sect known as the "Sect Hierarch" stood alongside the Eighth Level Wizard of the Tower of Annihilation.

The four figures quietly hovered in the void, surrounded by unimaginably immense energy.

The energy was so vast that just the mere dispersal of elemental power made them appear, from afar, like four actual suns—intense, dazzling, unviewable.

Occasionally, an attack would be launched from one party.

The form of that attack had already surpassed the realm of conventional witchcraft.

Sometimes it was a fluctuation of a twisted law, sometimes a ripple altering causality, and sometimes it was simply pure void capable of annihilating everything.

The opposing side correspondingly defended, evaded, or counterattacked.

However, the exchanges between both sides were unexpectedly restrained.

After all, at this level, the aftermath of each skirmish was enough to instantly shatter ordinary planes.

They had to meticulously control the scope of power release to avoid truly destroying this battlefield.

Not only because this plane was plotted by the Star Ring Federation as the battlefield but also because there were millions of their own wizards below.

From the current situation, Nolun Workshop seemed to be slightly disadvantaged.

After all, Anton Buchanan had only recently advanced to Eighth Level.

Though his talent was undoubtedly remarkable, anyone who could ascend to Eighth Level was extraordinarily gifted.

In terms of knowledge accumulation, depth of law, and understanding of Eighth Level combat, there was still a distinct gap compared to the veteran Eighth Level Wizards of the Chaos Secret Sect and Tower of Annihilation.

Only with Nolun constantly assisting and filling positions on the side, sharing the pressure, could equilibrium barely be maintained.

But this balance was ultimately fragile.

At a certain moment, the movements of the four slightly paused.

They sensed it.

Below, the ongoing changes.

That stream of frozen death energy.

That tide of solidified anti-matter rage.

And... that rising, awe-inspiring plane spirituality.

"Someone is awakening the entire plane." The Sect Hierarch's voice transmitted through spiritual power into the mind of the Tower of Annihilation's Eighth Level Wizard "Annihilation," carrying a hint of gravity, "And they've succeeded."

Annihilation did not speak, but his figure began to slightly descend.

He intended to personally go down and handle this unexpected event.

However, two figures simultaneously blocked his path.

It was Nolun and Anton Buchanan.

"Where are you going?" Nolun's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable firmness.

Annihilation squinted his eyes, and the aura around him suddenly became dangerous.

At this moment, Anton Buchanan moved.

His figure slightly wavered.

Anton Buchanan's body began to twist in the void.

Then, a child walked out from his youthful body.

Next, the forms of a teenager, a middle-aged man, and an elderly man followed...

Four figures appeared simultaneously in the void.

The child's eyes were clear, his smile innocent.

The teenager was full of spirit, brimming with sharpness.

The middle-aged man was as steady as a mountain, his gaze profound.

The elderly man was white-haired and calm.

More importantly, the aura of these four figures was identical to that of Anton Buchanan's original form!

Judging from the vibrant spirituality and spiritual fluctuations, there was no doubt they were not just avatars.

Each of them was the original!

This was the ultimate technique mastered by Anton Buchanan as a newly-promoted Eighth Level.

He projected himself from different time dimensions into reality simultaneously, allowing his past, present, and future selves to fight together at the same moment!

One could say the effect of this technique was quite stunning.

But Annihilation had no mind to admire it, as he planned to break through in a blur of motion.

Anton's five figures also moved without hesitation!

The overwhelming elemental power erupted like a tsunami, not only firmly blocking Annihilation's downward rush but even forcing the Sect Hierarch to retreat several steps!

In the blink of an eye, both sides engaged in countless exchanges.

Thanks to Anton Buchanan's sudden burst, the two Eighth Level Wizards of the Nolun Workshop gained the upper hand against two opponents with six attacking one!

But unfortunately, since he had not yet fully mastered this technique, Anton Buchanan's state lasted only a few seconds.

Anton Buchanan's face turned visibly pale.

The four figures began to flicker and blur, eventually shattering like phantoms, leaving only the original youthful body, its aura withered by more than half.

He paid a huge price to forcefully block the opponent.

But it was enough.

Because in those few seconds of delay, the changes below had been completed.

Clark's link with the plane's soul was completely stabilized.

The rising plane's spirituality marked that this plane had been fully controlled.

The faces of the Sect Hierarch and Annihilation both turned grim.

If it were just an ordinary living plane, even a super-large plane, they, as Eighth Level Wizards, would not take it seriously.

The gap between Eighth Level and Sixth Level is of a qualitative nature.

But the problem was, they sensed that the one controlling this living plane was a Sixth Level Wizard.

Moreover, not an ordinary Sixth Level.

It was the very Clark marked with "danger" in both of their intelligence reports.

While a typical Sixth Level Wizard manipulating a living plane was like a child wielding a giant hammer—though the hammer was heavy, the child couldn't utilize its true power.

Clark manipulating the living plane was like a martial arts expert wielding the same giant hammer.

He could fully and completely, even beyond normal levels, exert the plane's full power!

Just like at this moment!

The two torrents of death energy and the antimatter explosion cluster were controlled and bombarded towards the Sect Hierarch and Annihilation.

The Sect Hierarch snorted coldly, raising his hand to grasp the air.

His spiritual power attempted to forcibly regain control over that torrent of death energy.

After all, those were originally things collected by the Chaos Secret Sect; theoretically, he should have been able to reclaim mastery over them.

Annihilation also took action simultaneously, trying to re-trigger that antimatter explosion cluster.

However...

The two energies transformed the instant they contacted their spiritual power!

Death energy was compressed, reshaped, redefined.

The antimatter explosion cluster was restrained, transformed, reorganized.

In the blink of an eye, they were no longer in their original strange and dangerous state but had become two ordinary, purely elemental energy-formed giant energy bullets.

Each was the size of a mountain, containing earth-shattering power.

Then, with a roar, they slammed towards the Sect Hierarch and Annihilation!

Even as Eighth Level Wizards, when facing such a level of frontal assault, they had to seriously deal with it.

Both had no choice but to divert a large amount of attention to resolving these two incoming energy bullets.

There was no doubt that Nolun and Anton Buchanan were not going to waste this opportunity!

Two figures simultaneously erupted, launching a storm-like assault at the moment the opponents were distracted!

The Sect Hierarch was entangled by Anton Buchanan, unable to extricate himself for a moment.

Annihilation was pressed by Nolun and gradually fell into a disadvantage.

The battle situation reversed in a short time.