Cultivating in the Wizard World

Under the dark purple sky, Jeming's figure silently glided above the clouds.

The Void Step compressed his presence below the perception limit, even the wind bypassed his body.

His gaze did not fall on the swiftly passing wasteland below, but was fixed on the destiny tableau within his consciousness, composed of countless light points.

The Fate System lit up with a faint golden halo at his forehead, helping him process the incoming data swiftly.

His consciousness tracked forward along the threads extending from fate, continually selecting suitable lines of destiny.

Finally, Jeming chose a direction that aligned more closely with his fate line.

In terms of location, the final target was a medium-sized city in a remote area of the plane.

Jeming adjusted his direction and gradually accelerated.

Restraining his speed, Jeming flew for half a month before finally approaching the target direction.

The first thing he perceived was the energy field ahead.

The bizarre fluctuations it emitted were completely different from previous anomalies, its eerie energy covering the entire city with an unnaturally uniform density.

He lowered his altitude, emerging below the clouds, the All-Purpose Eye glowing deep in his pupils.

Quickly, Jeming saw the city.

From the outside, it looked no different from any medium-sized city in this plane.

Streets crisscrossed, buildings rose and fell irregularly, there were factory chimneys in the suburbs, and church spires in the city center.

It was evening, and the street lamps in the city were lighting up one by one, the traffic moving slowly on the main roads, taillights streaking red trails in the dusk.

Near the outskirts, there was a low residential area, with cooking smoke visible rising from chimneys, dispersing into the gray sky.

Everything appeared normal.

But the All-Purpose Eye told Jeming that there wasn't a single living person in the city.

Moreover, it was not just devoid of living people — there was absolutely no life at all, not even microorganisms.

The entire city was like a painting, meticulously detailed with every street and every lamp, but missing any living, breathing thing.

Those traffic lights and smoke were all projections.

Projections with mass, energy, even real physical texture, but indeed not genuinely existent.

Hollow City.

The term surfaced in Jeming's mind.

He hovered above the city's edge, the All-Purpose Eye peeling apart the energy structure layer by layer, presenting it in his consciousness.

The city's energy level was absurdly high, far surpassing the cumulative levels of all previous anomalies he had encountered.

And the numerical disparity was the least significant difference compared to other anomalies; their essence was fundamentally different.

If Dangerous Level anomalies were like torches, Hazard Level ones like bonfires, and Catastrophe Level like forest fires.

This city… was like the sun.

Therefore… Destruction Level!

Jeming's pupils slightly contracted, a sense of excitement involuntarily rose within him.

Calming his emotions, Jeming's gaze shifted to several spots on the city's perimeter.

There were people there, evidently other wizards who had chosen to come.

Perceiving the energy fluctuations briefly, four Seventh Level Grand Wizards, and over a dozen Sixth Level Wizards.

They floated in different positions on the city's perimeter, maintaining a delicate distance from each other, each focused on the city with varied expressions.

Jeming recognized some faces among them, having seen their profile projections in the Magic Network Terminal's shared intelligence area.

The elder in a deep red robe on the far left, with white hair and beard, was the Seventh Level Grand Wizard "Crimson Flame," specializing in Fire Element Law, renowned for over eight thousand years.

The obscure figure on the far right, shrouded in black mist, was the Seventh Level Grand Wizard "Shadowbane."

The seemingly youngest woman in the center was the Seventh Level Grand Wizard "Frost Whisper," a top master of Ice Element Law, famous for tens of thousands of years.

The other Sixth Level Wizards were scattered in farther positions, showing respect to the Seventh Level Wizards.

Seeing this scene, naturally, Jeming didn't rush closer but landed in the outskirts of the crowd.

The Void Step maintained its minimal operation, making him resemble an indistinct air mass.

It made him neither appear as if deliberately hiding himself nor too conspicuous.

His gaze was cast towards the gathering point of the Seventh Level Grand Wizards.

Though there was no sound among them, Jeming could feel the collision of spiritual power from those High Tier Wizards, evidently exchanging information, probing each other through spiritual communication.

The exchange speed among High Tier Wizards was extremely fast, with high information density, completing several rounds of negotiation in just a few seconds.

Then, Crimson Flame, acting as representative, conveyed the negotiation results to all wizards present.

The voice wasn't loud but every word was clearly heard by each wizard.

"The essence of this city, everyone should have seen clearly. Destruction Level, city-type anomaly, the entity is the administrative region of this city itself. Its strength far exceeds any anomalies we've encountered before, yet it has an immovable defect: its influence range can only cover its city limits, unable to expand outward."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

"However, numerous sub-level anomalies still reside within this city. These anomalies' energy fluctuations are integrated with the city. Without clearing them first, any attempt to seal the city will fail. Our consensus is simple, subdue these sub-level anomalies first, with each doing his best. As for the city itself, after the periphery is cleansed, compete based on strength."

No one raised objections.

As soon as the words fell, the wizards' bodies moved simultaneously, turning into streamers heading towards different areas of the city.

The golden halo on Jeming's forehead turned from faint to bright, with the Fate System fully activated to assist him in handling Destiny Element knowledge.

Deep in his consciousness, countless destiny lines extended from different areas of the city, some thick, some thin, some bright, some dim.

Most of the lines pointed towards certain directions on the city's periphery, where other wizards were already headed.

He chose a destiny line pointing towards the city's east district.

That line wasn't the thickest but had a unique "texture."

As if something at the end of the destiny line had formed a vortex, drawing surrounding lines into it.

Under the cover of dusk, Jeming's figure silently slipped into the low airspace of the city's east district.

Three others were heading in the same direction as him.

From their actions and goals, it seemed they too were adept in Destiny Element knowledge, which is why everyone didn't hesitate to choose the most particular location.