I, a cultivator, have ended up in the wizarding world.

Chapter 269 Another World

Beyond the spatial rift lies a vast plane revered by the local natives as the "Sacred Continent."

The civilization that rules this continent is primarily composed of a strange intelligent species—they possess long, sharp limbs like mantises, covered with fine, tough scales like lizards, walk upright, and call themselves "Holy Warriors."

In the myths passed down through generations of the Holy Tribe, it was the Creator God who used his supreme divine power to cleave the chaos, thus creating this sacred land.

They are naturally affinity with the wind element and can harness the power of the wind. Legend has it that the creator god could even use the power of the wind to open doors to other worlds.

Although the creator god has long since disappeared, the ultimate proof of his existence—the "World Gate" connecting to another world—has remained, becoming the core of faith and the source of power for the entire sacred continent.

Throughout the long course of history, the Sacred Continent has experienced numerous expeditions from other worlds.

Thanks to the powerful individual combat strength of the Holy Warriors, their profound mastery of the Wind Laws, and their overwhelming numerical advantage, all the invaders ultimately returned defeated, becoming nourishment for the continent.

It was by devouring the resources of these otherworldly realms that, after the disappearance of the Creator God, four new deities were born on the Sacred Continent: the God of Blades who wields cutting and sharpness, the God of Gale who governs the atmosphere and flow, the God of Sudden Blades who dominates speed and surprise attacks, and the God of Wind Spirit who symbolizes the spirit of wind and change.

The four deities, surrounding the world gate left by the creator god, established four great empires named after their divine titles, and jointly ruled this continent.

The servants respectfully refer to these four deities as "Holy Spirits".

Below the Holy Spirit, those powerful beings whose power has reached its pinnacle and who are only one step away from igniting the divine fire and ascending to godhood are revered as "Holy Spirits".

Blade Empire, a private martial arts arena belonging to a certain peak Holy Spirit.

The sharp sword wind tore through the air, emitting a piercing whistle.

This is a holy spirit practicing martial arts. The bone blades extending from the outside of his arms transform into a phantom that is difficult to catch with the naked eye. Each strike draws the power of the surrounding wind, forming countless fine and deadly vortexes of air.

His swordsmanship has reached a state of perfection, and can be regarded as the pinnacle of the swordsmanship of the Saintly Clan.

After a moment, the Holy Spirit slowly withdrew, and the blade-like limbs retracted into the arm armor.

An elderly holy servant rushed over, his face filled with barely suppressed anger: "Brother! The imperial high command has just decided that our lineage will be responsible for hosting this fiftieth 'World Gate Celebration'!"

As a Holy Spirit, he holds a revered position within the empire and possesses the authority to establish cities and even vassal states.

The holy servant who came to deliver the news was none other than the Holy Spirit's own brother.

Despite being more than ten years younger, his appearance appeared older due to limitations in his natural talent.

The Holy Continent has currently discovered four otherworldly realms available for conquest. The Gate of the World opens once every ten years, connecting to one of these realms in turn.

Each time it is activated, a certain force possessing a Holy Spirit will take the lead and go to plunder resources.

Every opening is a feast for the senses.

However, once each of the four worlds has gone through its turn, that is, every fifty years, a "celebration" will be held.

During the year of celebration, the Gate of the World will not only not open, but will also need to be "rested" according to the divine decree of the four gods, supposedly to repair the damage accumulated by the frequent opening of the gate.

For ordinary holy servants, this is a festival of revelry.

But for the faction designated to host the celebration, it meant a huge loss—not only could they not participate in the plunder, but they also had to pay out of their own pockets to advance a massive amount of rare resources to "reinforce" the Gate of the World.

This is the source of the old priest's anger.

The elderly holy servant spoke with agitation: "They clearly can't stand to see you advance any further, brother! You are already the most outstanding among all the holy spirits. If you gain the benefits of a few more interdimensional conquests, perhaps..."

He lowered his voice, filled with anticipation and resentment: "Perhaps I can condense a divine spark and become the fifth Holy God! This is something that the four great empires, and even... even those four emperors, would never want to see!"

Before he could finish speaking, the Holy Spirit before him approached like a ghost, and a hand covered with fine scales gently covered his mouth.

The Holy Spirit shook his head, his eyes deep and calm.

The trials and tribulations of time have long since made him see through the unpredictable and treacherous nature of the power arena.

"Be careful what you say. The power of the gods is beyond our comprehension." He released his grip, his tone indifferent.

"The more the higher-ups act this way, the more it shows they are wary. It doesn't matter; ordinary resources are of little use to me now. Let them be complacent for the next ten years. We'll plan for other worlds in the next decade."

Upon hearing this, the elderly saint took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his anger, and nodded in deep agreement.

With the order given, dozens of cities under the command of this Holy Spirit were quickly mobilized.

A massive army began to assemble and marched in a mighty force toward the World Gate, located at the center of the continent where the four great empires met.

Not only them, but also hundreds of millions of holy servants and tens of thousands of holy spirits from all directions flocked there to participate in this grand ceremony that takes place once every fifty years.

Even if plundering is not possible this year, the four holy gods will descend in person.

This alone was enough to compel all the Holy Spirits to come and offer their congratulations. Six months later, at the Altar of the Gate of the World.

The enormous altar was situated in the center of the plain, surrounded by a sea of ​​holy figures.

The noise, prayers, and hymns were deafening.

As the ceremony proceeded, four enormous cloud vortexes, resembling the eyes of a storm, slowly rotated in the sky, radiating a breathtaking divine power.

Seeing this, all the creatures present became even more excited and noisy—that meant the gazes of the four holy gods had been fixed on this place.

Above the altar, the space that was originally empty began to distort.

A tiny black crack quietly appeared, and then spread and expanded to both sides as if it were alive!
Finally, it transformed into a massive black rift that stretched across the heavens and earth, before stabilizing.

It formed a perfect, dark, circular opening with an immeasurable diameter.

According to convention, at this time, the entrance to the cave should reveal a scene from another world.

But this year is a year of celebration, and there is only a deep, empty darkness behind the cave entrance, which means that the passage has not actually been opened.

The peak-level Holy Spirit, accompanied by his still somewhat melancholy younger brother, directed his subordinates to transport the mountain of rare materials to the altar.

Once the four deities give the order, the ritual will begin, and these resources will be transformed into the power to solidify the Gate of the World.

Just as a divine thought was about to announce the official start of the celebration...

A sudden change occurred!

The center of the circular opening, which should have been a void of darkness, suddenly rippled violently like the surface of water!
The next moment, a huge fist covered in flowing black metal suddenly emerged from the depths of the cave!

Then, the second one!
Two giant hands gripped the edge of the opening, as if trying to force the "door" open.

Amidst the stunned gazes of countless saints, two colossal humanoid creatures, each as large as a mountain and covered in flowing black metallic skin with eyes burning with eerie blue flames, stepped out of the Gate of the World!

They exuded a cold, chaotic, and terrifying aura that was completely out of place on the sacred continent.

Above the head of the leading black giant, a figure casually reached out and touched the few spatial wounds left on his body from forcibly traversing the unstable passage. Those wounds healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He raised his head, surveyed the Holy Legion below, which resembled a vast ocean, and the four storm vortexes in the sky representing the gods, a cold smile curving his lips.

"Is this another world?" Jemin's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the now-silent altar area. "What a... grand welcome party."

As he sighed, the black giant beneath his feet raised his head and let out a silent roar.

The flames in his eyes instantly flared up, like a beacon fire, announcing that the wizard civilization's expedition had officially begun its bloody prelude on this "sacred" land.

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Rewind to a few minutes before the portal to space was fully opened.

On one side of the aerial plane, a wizarding legion centered around the floating city stood ready.

Energy radiance flowed across countless magical artifacts and war golems, and a chilling aura permeated the air.

Even Dionysius Spencer, a seventh-level wizard, could not foresee what kind of world lay behind the door—aside from the forcibly opened rift, the two planes had no prior connection.

Standing at the front of the array, Jemin stared intently at the spatial passage that was gradually evolving from an irregular crack into a perfect circle.

Deep within the pupils, runes flickered faintly, analyzing the changes in the spatial structure.

"So that's how it is..." he thought to himself, his previous guess being overturned.

He originally thought this was just a natural spatial distortion that had been formed by chance due to the extreme abundance of wind elements in the spatial plane, and that such channels were not uncommon in the multiverse.

But the stable and regular circular passage in front of us clearly bears strong traces of human carving!
“This isn’t a crack, it’s… a ‘door’!” Jemin immediately realized the seriousness of the problem.

The natural cracks suggest that the other side may have only discovered this place, and may have chosen to hide temporarily due to insufficient strength.

However, a man-made portal to space suggests that the civilization behind it may have mastered the technology of interdimensional travel, and its strength and resources are unfathomable!
Considering that no native intelligent civilization has been discovered in the spatial dimension to date, the builder of this door must have come from the other side.

In this way, the level of danger on the other side instantly skyrocketed in his mind.

Without making a sound, Jemin stepped back slightly, shielding the other wizards in front of him.

Just then, Dionysius Spencer's clear and calm voice echoed from the top of the floating city, reaching the ears of every wizard: "Spatial fluctuations have reached their peak, and the stability of the passage has entered a brief window! Vanguard Legion, attack!"

(End of this chapter)