Cultivating in the Wizard World

Chapter 631: Chapter 536: Postwar Inventory

The war is over.

Jeming stood at the edge of the temporarily built gigantic teleportation array, looking back at the land behind him that had already become unrecognizable.

The originally gray and white wasteland was no longer there.

In its place were countless deep ravines, black rock layers formed by solidified lava, and bizarre crystal-like terrains created by the repeated washing of energy aftershocks.

In the sky, the four "suns" had disappeared, leaving behind only a few slowly healing spatial cracks, like permanent scars on this plane.

This war, which lasted for several months, ended just like that.

The forces deployed by both sides exceeded three million, and considering those mechanical bodies and biological weapons used as cannon fodder, the number of deaths likely must be calculated in hundreds of billions.

And all of this began and ended merely because...

Of a single sentence from an Eighth Level Wizard.

Jeming remained silent, as an indescribable complex emotion surged within his heart.

He had long realized the importance of power on other battlefields.

Without power, it’s impossible to move even a step in this Extraordinary World.

But not until this moment, after personally experiencing such an immense war, witnessing countless lives perishing due to the will of a few in high positions, did he truly gain a new understanding of the word "power."

Power is indeed very important.

Important enough to determine the fate of billions of lives.

"Stop daydreaming, let’s go."

Viola’s voice came from behind.

She was already standing in the center of the teleportation array, her silver-gray eyes looking at Jeming without teasing him, just quietly waiting.

Jeming withdrew his gaze, suddenly mocking himself inwardly.

In truth, he had experienced wars even more brutal in other civilizations, but this time inexplicably evoked some feelings.

"Is it because... this is an internal war of the Wizards? So, I unconsciously didn’t consider the creatures from other civilizations as intelligent beings."

Having reached this conclusion, Jeming’s heart unexpectedly felt calm: "So now, am I a Wizard Civilization supremacist? It seems without realizing, I’ve become a qualified wizard."

Nodding towards Viola, Jeming stepped into the teleportation array.

Clark was already waiting within the array.

His expression remained indifferent, showing no emotional fluctuations, as though the person who single-handedly became the core of the plane to reverse the entire situation wasn’t him.

The light of the teleportation array gradually lit up.

Jeming took one last look at this battlefield—this land that witnessed countless battles, sacrifices, and separations of life and death.

Then, the light engulfed the view.

When everything became clear again, they were already standing within a safe plane belonging to the Nolun Workshop.

Behind them, the abandoned plane that served as the battlefield started slowly collapsing without any supportive forces.

Dozens of forcefully pieced-together plane fragments finally returned to their destined fate: falling apart, turning into dust within the endless Chaotic Void.

No one looked back.

Because everyone knew that it was just a used battlefield.

...

...

Purgatory Sulfur Plane.

Familiar dark red sky, familiar sulfur smell, familiar hellfire mountains, and lava rivers.

Jeming stood atop the laboratory at the core area of the plane, looking down at his dominion, finally relaxing mentally.

"Master."

A deep voice came from behind.

Jeming turned around, seeing a massive figure slowly descending from high above.

It was Melt Mountain, one of the two leaders of the Black Giant Legion.

But now, only he remained.

"Is the tally finished?" Jeming asked.

Melt Mountain nodded, handing a record crystal to Jeming.

His movements were steadier than before, more... substantial.

Because now, Melt Mountain was no longer Sixth Level.

After experiencing that incredibly fierce battle, the Black Giant leader Melt Mountain finally broke through his racial limits and reached Seventh Level Creature.

Jeming took the crystal, probing inside with his spiritual power, and rows of data unfolded in his mind.

Then, he tightly furrowed his brow.

Upon departure, he took with him a million Fifth Level Black Giant Warriors and eight hundred Sixth Level Black Giant Priests.

Additionally, there were tens of thousands of ordinary Sixth Level Black Giants as the backbone.

Returning...

The total number of Black Giants combined, leaving only over ten thousand.

Jeming held the crystal a bit harder.

According to the information on the crystal, the remaining over ten thousand Black Giants had all achieved Sixth Level creatures, not just entry-level Sixth Level.

Through frantically devouring enemy lives on the previous battlefield, these surviving veterans each reached the level of seasoned Sixth Level creatures.

Unfortunately, one of the Black Giant leaders, Rock Hammer, also died on the battlefield.

Although merely cannon fodder creatures, it was after all his first creation, and they did coexist for so many years, to say there’s no emotion is false.

Silent for a while, he finally put away the crystal.

"Dispatch these warriors who survived the battlefield to each Black Giant tribe, let them teach the new generation of Black Giants the techniques of fighting and surviving in battle," Jeming said.

Melt Mountain slightly bowed, without saying much.

Jeming took a deep breath, observing the Melt Mountain before him—the newly promoted Seventh Level Black Giant leader, his image vastly different from before.

Melt Mountain followed the conventional route of elemental dominance, and with the promotion, his body size rapidly increased.

After advancing to the Seventh Level, his height exceeded ten thousand meters, several dozen times more than before.

Moreover, his body proportions were extraordinarily robust; each muscle bulged like a mountain, and the black liquid metal layer on the surface of his skin became thicker, exuding a profound sheen.

Just standing there, he exudes an exaggerated sense of pressure—that was the natural dominance of a Seventh Level creature.

"How do you feel?" Jeming asked.

Melt Mountain looked down at his hands, silent for a moment, before slowly speaking:

"Very strong."

He paused, seemingly organizing his thoughts:

"But I’m not quite used to it yet. The power increased too fast, making control a bit difficult."

Jeming nodded.

"Take it slow," Jeming said, "For now, focus on stabilizing your realm and avoid rushing into battles. Once I have some time, I’ll thoroughly study your current physical condition."

He paused, a flash of contemplation in his eyes:

"If we can fully understand your breakthrough path, we might further improve the Black Giant population, elevating the entire race’s limits."

Melt Mountain nodded slightly, indicating understanding.

Jeming gave him another glance, secretly sighing in his heart.

Studying Melt Mountain is easier said than done.

Right now, although both his physical and spiritual power intensity have reached Sixth Level standards, his knowledge accumulation is far from sufficient.

Following Melt Mountain’s advancement to the Seventh Level, every cell in his body, every energy circuit, every law imprint has surpassed Jeming’s current knowledge level.

To research, learning is essential.

"You should go rest," Jeming waved his hand, "I’ll call you if anything comes up."

Melt Mountain bowed once more; his massive form slowly rose and flew toward the volcanic group in the depths of the plane.

Jeming watched him leave, turned around, and walked back inside the research lab.

Back in the laboratory, he conducted a comprehensive self-detection once more.

The results were pleasing.

The physical strength, following the frantic evolution of the Body Refining Technique in battle, has completely surpassed the conventional scope of a Fifth Level Wizard, steadily reaching Sixth Level standards.

Whether in strength, speed, or recovery ability, they are on par with average Sixth Level Wizards.

Spiritual power intensity also surged after soul reshaping, now firmly standing at the Sixth Level threshold.

Though there’s a slight gap from a true Sixth Level Wizard, it’s sufficient to support the execution of various high-difficulty techniques.

Pulled by the integration of both essence and spirit, Jeming’s spiritual cultivation is growing at an alarming pace.

At the current rate, it’s estimated to catch up within a year, reaching the standard matching the physical body and spiritual strength.

In the coming days, Jeming shut himself in the laboratory.

He has a lot on his plate.