Cultivating in the Wizard World

Chapter 699: Chapter 594: Reunion and "Banquet

After an unknown length of time, no new wizards appeared in the Ship Plane.

Jeming, who had been thoroughly enjoying training under pressure, noticed something had changed.

Raising his head, the figures of the Eighth Level Wizards remained scattered in the sky, yet the atmosphere of the entire space seemed to have undergone a subtle transformation.

High in the sky, a gigantic projection slowly emerged.

It was a faceless silhouette, composed entirely of a pale blue light, with a vague outline that gave an uncanny feeling of "it is watching everyone."

"Everyone."

The voice was devoid of emotion, as calm as if stating an obvious fact.

Yet every wizard who heard this voice instinctively quieted down.

Jeming’s pupils shrank, instantly recognizing the owner of the voice.

Felix, the Artificial Intelligence of the Magic Net, one of the core nodes of the entire Star Ring Federation’s Magic Net.

Usually, it is omnipresent but rarely appears directly before others, and even Jeming only met this AI once due to the Self-Stabilizing Field Regulation Protocol.

"The Ship Plane is preparing to connect with the ship planes of the other three major forces." Felix’s voice echoed through the entire space, "Please get ready."

As soon as the words fell, Jeming felt the metallic platform beneath him begin to tremble.

Not a violent quake like an earthquake, but a very low-frequency vibration that seemed to penetrate the marrow.

He looked up into the distance.

At the far end of the plain, a huge crack appeared on the horizon.

The fissure was expanding, tearing apart the vast space, as if the entire sky curtain was sliding open to both sides.

Across the rift was another sky.

Gray-white with a hint of pale red.

That was the sky of another plane.

These are two Ship Planes drawing near.

As they approached, Jeming could clearly see the scenery on the opposite side: another endless plain densely populated with wizard figures.

However, the architectural style over there was more rugged, with bold lines, exuding a bizarre beauty of intertwining steel and flesh.

Jeming blinked, immediately recognizing the origin of the other side: the Deep Red Royal Court.

Soon, the edges of the two planes made contact.

No dull impact sound as expected, only accompanied by a very faint "buzz" hum.

Then, the two worlds began to fuse.

Plain to plain, sky to sky, the void that originally lay between the two Ship Planes was forcibly filled by some transcendent spatial power.

And this was just the beginning.

New fissures appeared simultaneously in the east and west.

The third Ship Plane glided into view from the east, unlike the previous two planes which were just plains, this one was adorned with numerous unknown function buildings.

The architectural style was extremely exquisite, every tower seemed measured by a ruler, every road a perfect geometric line.

In the void, the outlines of those buildings flickered with a silvery white light, exuding a sense of mechanical orderliness.

...It is the Void Architecture Institute.

The fourth Ship Plane emerged from the west.

This Ship Plane had no distinct style... or rather, it seemed overly natural.

While the other three ship planes were unmistakably artificial, this one appeared as if it was a "wild" plane.

However, upon closer inspection, one would find that the various ecological circles inside this plane revealed order amidst chaos.

Undoubtedly, it was the plane of the Anti-Entropy Alliance.

Four Ship Planes, four major forces, completed their docking in this temporarily opened space.

Jeming stood on the Star Ring Federation’s Ship Plane, watching the vast lands extending in three other directions, overwhelmed with an indescribable sense of awe.

This was the full power of the Wizard Civilization—four forces of varying styles, differing ideals, even mutual hostility, converging at this moment.

Felix’s figure still hovered high above.

Three other figures appeared simultaneously beside it—a humanoid figure entirely in silver and white with contours like precise machinery, a twisted entity made of interwoven flesh and metal, a constantly morphing light mass never maintaining the same shape for more than a second.

Four artificial intelligences appeared together.

They did not communicate, or rather their exchange occurred on a level imperceptible to Jeming.

All four figures raised their hands simultaneously—if the tendrils extended by the light mass could be considered hands.

Four-colored light poured from their hands, intertwining to form a light screen that enveloped the newly conjoined space.

Jeming felt the world around him change.

The sandy plains beneath his feet disappeared, replaced by a smooth, mirror-like white stone surface.

The gray-white sky overhead was supplanted by a golden, magnificent dome, inlaid with countless glowing gems, forming shifting star maps.

Rows of long tables rose from the ground, neatly arranged in the plaza.

An array of delicacies appeared out of thin air on the tabletops.

Fruits emitting a soft glow, perfectly grilled steaks, colorful drinks in transparent vessels, and those extraordinarily ornate, unnameable exotic dishes...

Each dish exuded an enticing aroma; just a whiff made Jeming feel a subtle fluctuation in his Sea of Spirit.

In the air, countless figures began to materialize.

These were exceptionally beautiful Elves, with silver hair like a waterfall, clad in gauzy garments, holding wine jugs or fruit plates, gracefully weaving among the crowd.

There were also mechanical creatures of various forms, some resembling miniature dragons hovering in the air; some like metal flowers blossoming on the ground; others merely floating orbs of light emitting soft music.

The voices of the four artificial intelligences sounded simultaneously, overlapping yet as clear as a whisper in the ear.

"Welcome everyone. Tonight, please enjoy the banquet first."

Jeming felt his body relax.

The pressure that had enveloped the entire space was coordinated and balanced by some force at this moment.

It’s no longer an overwhelming oppression, but rather a perfectly fitting sense of presence.

Jeming can still sense the power of those strong individuals, yet he’s not overwhelmed by it.

The surrounding wizards remain calm and collected.

Someone picks up a wine glass and walks towards the direction of other powers.

Someone carries a plate, sampling the delicacies while observing their peers around.

Others have already found acquaintances, gathering in groups of twos and threes, discussing something in low voices.

Fourth Level major powers rarely get the chance to communicate, and now is a great time for academic exchanges.

Jeming looks at the scene before him, slightly dazed.

The magnificent dome, the dazzling long table, the elves and machines weaving through, and those rarely seen High Tier Wizards are holding wine glasses and savoring gourmet foods, like truly attending a feast.

No wonder Dean Avery Knight said it’s a gathering; it truly is a bona fide gathering.

He walks to the nearest long table, picks up a fruit emitting a faint blue glow, and takes a bite.

The flesh melts instantly, a wave of refreshing energy rushes from his throat to his Sea of Spirit, dissipating most of the fatigue accumulated under the pressure.

He pauses for a moment, then picks up a piece of meat thin as cicada wings.

As the meat enters his mouth, a warm feeling spreads from his stomach to his limbs, healing the minor injuries from fast evolution under the Body Refining Technique with visible speed.

Jeming looks at the food in his hand, his gaze becoming complex.

The effect of these things is better than many specialized Magic Potions.

And these are just the "appetizers" of the feast.

As he plans to taste more, someone’s hand pats his shoulder.

Turning around, Viola stands behind him, nodding towards a certain direction.

Though she doesn’t speak, Jeming immediately understands her intent.

The two exchange a glance and simultaneously set down the food in their hands.

Since just now, Professor Clark has been missing.

They stealthily wander among the crowd, avoiding groups of wizards engaged in heated discussions, navigating through gaps of the long table.

Viola exhibits an unprecedented stealth ability, like a shadow, silently gliding through the crowd.

Although Jeming lacks her skill, the body control power brought by the Body Refining Technique allows him to move almost silently.

They search for a long time.

Through the Star Ring Federation’s area, they delve into the Deep Red Royal Court’s camp.

Just when Jeming thought Professor Clark might have left, Viola suddenly grabs his sleeve, eyes wildly signaling.

Jeming follows her gaze, footsteps halting.

Clark is currently standing by a long table, his back facing them.

Opposite him is a woman.

The woman’s figure is sizzling, her deep red gown outlining exaggerated curves.

Her long hair is dark red, like coagulated blood, features delicate yet carrying a sharp menace.

Jeming only needs to sense the other’s aura to feel his skin tense.

That’s the aura of a Seventh Level Wizard, and not just any Seventh Level, but the kind powerful from battle, laced with the scent of blood.

Flesh Nest.

The term flashes in Jeming’s mind.

This is the signature technology of the Deep Red Royal Court lineage, with Flesh Transformation and Life Manipulation as core.

People practicing this path tend to appear rather brutal to their enemies.

Yet at this moment, the expression on that woman’s face is entirely different from what he imagined.

She’s smiling, not a social smile, but a genuinely tender smile.

Her gaze is soft, like melted amber, looking at Clark opposite her.

And Professor Clark...

"Holy crap!" Jeming’s eyes widen.

The always stoic, taciturn, time-wasting in speech Professor Clark currently has his lips slightly upturned, talking to that woman.

His expression is calm, but it’s a calm not of indifference, but a kind of... relaxation.

Like someone who’s shed all disguises, returning to the most natural state.

Jeming and Viola simultaneously inhale sharply.

Viola’s eyes shine like two stars, lowering her voice, "That female wizard probably specializes in the Flesh Nest faction of Deep Red Royal Court. Such people should be extremely ruthless, yet she can have this kind of expression..."

Jeming says nothing.

He pulls Viola behind a nearby long table, picking up two drinks, handing one to Viola and holding one himself, pretending to taste.

Yet their gaze never leaves that direction.

Viola’s spiritual power fluctuation comes, barely withholding excitement: "Did you see? Professor is smiling! Professor Clark is smiling!"

"I saw it." Jeming takes a sip of his drink, responding calmly, yet his eyes remain focused there without blinking.

"I’ve known him for so many years, never seen him with such an expression. Never!" Viola’s spiritual power almost screams, "Who exactly is that woman?"

"Though I don’t know the name..." Jeming takes another sip, "but looking at the wristband on her wrist, you know the identity."

Viola is stunned, then her eyes widen.

The woman has a wristband on her wrist as well.

Rough craftsmanship, mixed colors, identical to the one on Clark’s wrist.

"For crying out loud." Viola can’t help but curse, "Are these two really that pure?!"

Jeming says nothing, silently lifting his cup to cover his crazily upturning mouth corners.

The two hide behind the long table, eating and exchanging spiritual fluctuations wildly, faces wearing smiles of mutual understanding.