Cultivating in the Wizard World

Chapter 698: Chapter 593: Oppressive Aura

Just after the teleportation ended, Jeming didn’t have time to see the surrounding environment before feeling his body sink.

It was a feeling of being oppressed deep from the soul, as if the whole world was collapsing on him.

Jeming’s knees involuntarily bent, and he fell uncontrollably downward.

"Stand firm."

Clark’s voice echoed in his ear.

A hand was placed on his shoulder, while another force supported his arm from the other side—Viola also lent a hand.

With their help, Jeming steadied himself, breathing heavily.

Just moments ago, he hadn’t even had time to react before his mind and body were simultaneously crushed by some unseen force.

If not for his mentor and senior sister nearby, he felt he might have truly been crushed to death.

Jeming stood upright, carefully sensing the surrounding environment, finally understanding what was happening.

It was... pressure.

The spiritual pressure unconsciously emitted by countless High Tier Wizards gathered together, forming an invisible ocean.

The pressure was omnipresent, as heavy as if it were tangible, so every breath required all his strength.

Jeming looked up.

They were standing on a large metal platform crowded with wizards.

Those Sixth Level Wizards, usually rare to see, now gathered like ordinary people.

Seventh Level Wizards were not scarce either, as clumps and groups could be seen at a glance.

Some were whispering to each other, some resting with eyes closed, and others sizing up their peers.

And in the sky...

Jeming tilted his head up, his pupils constricting.

Many people floated casually in the sky.

Given that Sixth and Seventh Level Wizards had to remain grounded, those qualified to fly inevitably meant their level was...

Eighth Level.

And in astonishing numbers.

Jeming watched the vast crowd in the sky spread to the horizon without diminishing, swallowing hard.

Those Eighth Level Wizards were dispersed in the sky, some floating alone, others chatting in small groups.

They all consciously contained their power as much as possible, but merely the unconsciously emitted spiritual pressure gathered here was enough to almost kill him on the spot.

Jeming took a deep breath, gazing around.

As he anticipated, he wasn’t the only one struggling.

A good number of the Sixth Level Wizards showed unfavorable expressions.

Some were sweating on their foreheads, others biting their lips, and some had to lean on companions to stay upright.

Even among Seventh Level Wizards, a few looked uncomfortable, furrowing brows as if resisting something.

Jeming suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment.

The reason only High Tier Wizards were allowed for this action was not only because Low Tier Wizards likely lacked Twins, but more crucially, this pressure.

Too many High Tier Wizards gathering together, their naturally emitted pressure alone was enough to kill any Low Tier Wizard without sufficient protection.

"Are you alright?" Clark’s voice came over.

Jeming turned to his mentor.

Clark stood beside him, one hand still on his shoulder, an invisible shield still enveloping him.

"Thank you, Mentor." Jeming nodded, "I’m alright now."

Viola stood on the other side, pale but clearly in better condition than most surrounding Sixth Level Wizards.

She gritted her teeth, eyes scanning the silhouettes of those Eighth Level Wizards in the sky, with a hint of unwillingness flashing in her eyes.

"Senior sister?" Jeming glanced at her.

"Won’t die." Viola gritted her teeth, a touch of defiance in her voice.

Clark didn’t say much, only nodded slightly.

He looked towards the distance, introducing with a calm tone, "Right now, everyone on this ship are wizards from the Star Ring Federation. Soon, the four major forces will first gather, then head to that parallel Wizard Civilization."

While speaking, Clark led the two of them to follow the crowd moving off the metal platform.

Jeming followed his gaze.

Beyond the edge of the metal platform extended a vast plain.

The plains were also crowded, with Sixth Level Wizards densely scattered like gravel, and Seventh Level Wizards seen everywhere.

And further away, were a great many presences too profound for him to perceive.

This is the strength of the Star Ring Federation, not even at full force...

While amazed, Jeming suddenly felt several gazes on him.

He turned to see some Seventh Level Wizards approaching. They clearly knew Clark, raising their hands to greet from afar.

"Clark, you’re here too." The lead white-haired wizard laughed, "Rare to see you out."

Clark nodded faintly, "Just checking."

The white-haired wizard’s gaze fell on Jeming, sizing him up.

"This is your student?" A hint of approval flashed in his eyes, "Not bad. Being able to stand here at Fifth Level, promising."

Jeming quickly saluted, "You flatter me, senior."

The white-haired wizard waved, chatted briefly with Clark, then took his leave.

Similar scenes repeated several times as they progressed.

Many came over to greet Clark, casually praising Jeming and Viola upon seeing them.

Jeming returned the salutation respectfully, while discreetly observing.

He noticed others besides himself tagged along with elders below Sixth Level.

Most of them were only at Fourth or Fifth Level, looking quite young, standing obediently behind their respective elders, relying on their protection to barely function here.

"Those should be from forces closer to the Initial Plane," Viola drew close to explain in a low voice, "Or, confirmed direct human bloodlines originating from the Initial Plane. Brought here to try their luck."

Jeming understood.

The Initial Plane was the Wizard Civilization’s birthplace, those families migrated from the Initial Plane had the highest chance of finding their Twin in the parallel world.

As for himself... or rather, his body, it was from Nolun13th Plane.

Nolun Workshop was relatively "newly" established, and given its sequence number wasn’t 1, Jeming’s body’s ancestors were native residents directly transformed into Wizard Civilization humans.

The possibility of finding a Twin was extremely slim.

Jeming had long accepted this, without any regrets.

Jeming retracted his gaze, feeling the surrounding pressure, taking a deep breath.

His sight crossed Clark’s shoulder, falling on the invisible ocean of pressure.

The spiritual pressure naturally emanating from countless High Tier Wizards was fatal to ordinary Low Tier Wizards.

But for someone cultivating Body Refining Technique like him... it’s an excellent opportunity for cultivation.

Jeming closed his eyes, spiritual power transforming into a thin strand, gingerly probing outside Clark’s protective range.

The pressure surged like tides, almost crushing the strand.

Jeming gritted his teeth, Body Refining Technique operated wildly.

The spiritual power strands shattered by pressure reborn faster under the Body Refining Technique’s enhancement, reborn strands stronger and more resistant to this oppression.

Endure, adapt, evolve...

Jeming felt like an iron billet repeatedly forged, each strike purging impurities, making the structure more compact.

Those High Tier Wizards’ emitted pressure was the hammer.

Meanwhile, pressure transmitted through spiritual power also acted on the body, with Body Refining Technique fully activated, both spiritual power and body adapting to this pressure at an exaggerated rate.

As his soul strength increased, the spiritual power he dared to probe out grew.

This led the pressure he perceived more clearly, the stress he bore continuously growing.

Body Refining Technique operated frantically, soul depths issuing piercing pain, yet Jeming’s lips slightly curved.

Regardless of the rewards or gains from this "gathering," being able to train under this pressure alone meant he profited.

After all, under normal circumstances, it’s impossible to find so many High Tier Wizards gathered together.