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

Chapter 276 Reason
Dionysius Spencer turned off the light screen displaying Jemin, leaned back lazily in a chair made of pure energy, and toyed with a transparent force field sphere in his hand.

Inside the sphere, a miniature figure was roaring silently; it was none other than the God of Blades, whom he had captured alive.

But at this moment, this once high and mighty saint is like a flying insect trapped in amber, struggling in vain.

Dionysius Spencer's gaze pierced through the force field, directly reading the deepest fragments of memory in the soul of the God of Blades.

Those ancient secrets, sealed by time and perhaps even blurred by the God of Blades himself, were revealed one by one before him.

After all these years, Dionysius Spencer finally found what he was looking for.

The scene was reconstructed in his consciousness: countless years ago, the world lord of the Void Dimension fought against the world lord of the Sacred Continent who crossed the spatial gate.

The battle between the two level-seven beings was so fierce that it shook the heavens and the earth.

Just as the Lord of the Sky Dimension was about to be defeated and fall, the four "subordinate gods" who came with the Lord of the Holy Continent actually launched a despicable attack on their master!
They wanted to be the ones to reap the benefits, but they severely underestimated the terror of the Lord of the World.

Even though they were already at their last gasp, the casual counterattack from the Lord of the Holy Continent still left the four of them severely injured and on the verge of death.

However, this sudden betrayal gave the Lord of the Sky Dimension a glimmer of hope.

He seized this fleeting opportunity, detonating the core essence of himself and his opponent... In the end, the two level-seven beings perished together.

But how could a being at the level of a world master be so easily annihilated?

In his final moments, the Lord of the Holy Continent completely disintegrated everything that remained of himself—his will, flesh and blood, soul, and laws—transforming it into this white mist that permeated the entire plane.

This is an extremely clever way to save one's life. In theory, as long as these "mist" representing His origin can return to the sacred continent where He was born and draw on the power of the world's origin, He can slowly reshape His divine body and be resurrected.

The four severely injured "subordinate gods" sensed the vitality and the trend of return contained within the white mist, and were terrified.

They knew all too well that once their Lord was resurrected, a reckoning more terrible than death awaited them.

So they fled back to the Holy Continent in panic and forcibly closed the Gate of the World, interrupting the White Mist's return journey.

Thus, the resurrection process of the Lord of the Holy Continent was forcibly interrupted, stuck halfway through.

However, every cloud has a silver lining, and this change also brought unexpected results—this being that transformed into white mist unconsciously continued to merge with the origin that dissipated after the fall of the Lord of the Sky Dimension, as well as the free energy of the entire Sky Dimension, over a long period of time!
It is becoming larger and more condensed, and its essence is even slowly evolving towards a higher level—level eight!

However, because it is a chaotic aggregate formed by the fusion of the origins of two level-seven beings and the loss of its dominant consciousness, its soul essence cannot be unified, which prevents it from truly crossing that insurmountable barrier and achieving a complete level eight.

It can be said that this seemingly harmless white mist that shrouds the two planes is in essence an extremely special chaotic being that can be described as "half-step level eight"!

When Dionysius Spencer stumbled upon the Void Dimension and noticed the anomaly of the white mist, he immediately recognized its unparalleled value.

For him, a level seven wizard, the research significance of a being attempting to advance to level eight, whose process was completely "frozen" halfway through, even surpassed that of a complete level eight being.

This means that he can clearly observe and analyze the complete transition process from level seven to level eight, just like dissecting a specimen.

The evolution of laws, the condensation of energy, the sublimation of will... every piece of information is invaluable.

Therefore, he planned and led this expedition.

Opening the portal and conquering the sacred continent were not for those resources.

The real purpose is to create an environment.

This allows the white mist, representing the origin of beings at the "half-step level eight," to spread unimpeded throughout the entire Sacred Continent.

Simulate its original "regression" path to stimulate its evolutionary process, allowing him to fully observe and study this marvel.

“How pathetic and laughable.” Dionysius Spencer withdrew his gaze from the memories and glanced mockingly at the God of Blades, who was still struggling in vain within the force field sphere. “Betrayed for power, and locked himself away out of fear, hundreds of thousands of years have passed and he still hasn’t healed his old wounds. He’s truly… worthless.”

He casually tossed the sealing sphere aside, leaving it to float in the starlight.

At this stage, everything is progressing smoothly.

The white fog is spreading as planned, and research data is flowing continuously.

The other three level-four wizards who captured the gods, given their methods, would need a long time to extract ancient secrets of the same level from those shattered souls, so they are not a concern.

The little incident with Jemin has been resolved. The white mist that the little guy collected can be considered as payment for borrowing his destiny trajectory. The ripples of fate have subsided.

Now, the only remaining point of doubt that slightly bothers him is...

“Those four ‘other worlds’ conquered by the Holy Servants…” Dionysius Spencer’s gaze drifted into the distance, as if piercing through layers of space, landing on the “World Gate” that could not be located for the time being. He had examined it carefully; the World Gate of the Holy Continent itself did not possess the function of actively connecting to other planes.

The memories of the God of Blades also confirm that when their world's ruler created this gate, he did not endow it with this ability.

“So, it’s not that the doors connected them, but rather that they… actively connected to the doors.” A cold glint flashed in Dionysius Spencer’s eyes.

Four dimensions, at the same time, take unified action and actively connect to a closed dimension that is not extremely resource-rich.

Moreover, judging from the memories of the God of Blades, those four worlds were resource-poor, so much so that these four "gods" have been unable to recover their peak strength for so many years.

This pattern doesn't resemble plunder; it's more like... establishing outposts?
Or rather, a transit point!

“Collective action, clear objectives, and organized behavior…” Dionysius Spencer tapped the armrest of the energy chair with his fingertips, producing a silent rhythm. “It seems that some foolish little bugs have sensed something and want to do something under the nose of the wizarding civilization…”

A chilling smile appeared on his face.

He never hesitated to assume the worst about any potential, deeper-seated threats.

"In that case, it is necessary to report this 'unexpected discovery' to 'the higher-ups'."

As he made up his mind, an invisible, highly encrypted message traveled through the endless void with his will, heading towards the power core of the Star Ring Federation.

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The conquest of the Holy Continent and the Sky Dimension is entering its final stages.

The large-scale war has ended, and what remains are mostly trivial tasks such as inventorying resources, resettling slaves, and establishing a long-term ruling order.

For Jemin, the trip had already yielded far more than he had expected, so there was little point in staying any longer.

Although these two dimensions still offer considerable value, for Jemin, who possesses the "Self-Stabilizing Field Adjustment Protocol," a cash cow, those scattered resources and profits are no longer enough to tempt him.

His annual income of over 100 million military merits gave him the freedom to choose, freeing him from worrying about trivial matters.

Management was relatively relaxed towards the end of the interdimensional war, and people were more free to come and go.

Jemin's quiet departure did not cause the slightest ripple in the still bustling expeditionary camp.

Like a drop of water falling into the ocean, he silently returned to the Golden Garden in the Erosian plane via the interdimensional teleportation network.

More than eighty years later, his laboratory is still operating well.

The puppet faithfully carried out all the instructions he had set before leaving, maintaining the magic circle, tending the garden, and keeping all research projects frozen and awaiting resumption.

After quickly checking everything and confirming that everything was alright, Jemin didn't linger and went straight through the private portal set up inside the tower, stepping into a world that belonged entirely to him—the Purgatory Sulfur Plane.

A familiar, hot wind carrying the pungent smell of sulfur rushed towards me.

Eighty years is but a fleeting moment in the grand scheme of things.

Looking out, the crimson earth, the rolling rivers of lava, the twisted jungles of sulfur crystals... the scene was almost exactly the same as when he left.

Even in the incubation pool he had specially arranged, the few chaotic crystals that served as the core of the black giant only began to emit a faint glow from their dormant state.

After a careful inspection, Jieming sighed helplessly: "It's only the initial energy infusion completed... It's still a long way from actual hatching."

However, Jemin was also well aware that, given the limited energy supply, the development of the Black Giant, a weapon of war, was destined to be a long process.

After briefly taking stock of his backlog of tasks, Jemin couldn't help but feel a sense of "happy troubles."

There were simply too many things that required his personal attention: installing the planned Level 7 large-scale elemental pool in the Purgatory Sulfur Plane, conducting in-depth research on the numerous rare biological samples and unique materials brought back from the two conquered planes, analyzing the nature of the mysterious and powerful "white mist," optimizing the design of the Black Giant based on new insights, improving its own combat system, designing and mass-producing new types of reconnaissance cannon fodder units...

Originally, the regular rest period of two hundred years seemed quite long, but compared with the list he compiled, it suddenly seemed inadequate, even somewhat "short".

Jemin couldn't help but smile, realizing that his sense of time had indeed been reshaped without him even realizing it by his long career as a wizard.

Two hundred years, a seemingly endless period of time in the eyes of ordinary people, now seems to him to require careful planning and expenditure.

(End of this chapter)