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

Chapter 809 The Shattered Bone Corridor

The last supply point outside the Shattered Bone Corridor was even more deserted than Jemin had expected.

It was a small space station suspended in the void, with an irregular metal prism shape and its outer shell covered with repair marks of all sizes.

Energy barrier generators, like patches, were embedded in the armor surface, occasionally flashing a faint blue light to maintain the space station's most basic stability.

There weren't many people in the supply hall.

Several recruiters from smuggling fleets squatted in a corner of the corridor, with their respective fleet emblems standing beside them.

Seemingly bored, they actually scrutinize anyone who passes by with eyes as sharp as knives, their gaze undisguisedly wary and critical.

The small wizarding faction that rules this place has established a certain order to ensure the safety of all living beings.

However, compared to other public areas or supply points, the atmosphere here still has an indescribable sense of oppression.

"This is the map you purchased, which was just updated thirteen days ago."

After receiving the recording crystal from the puppet at the front desk, Jemin nodded.

Jemin imported the information from the crystal into the model network terminal, looked at the latest map he had purchased, and confirmed the route once again.

Starting from the supply point, head 17 degrees north of west, traverse the core area of ​​the Shattered Bone Corridor, and bypass the infiltration node with the largest reflection dimension. You can then reach the reception coordinates marked on the invitation to the academic exchange conference.

After confirming that everything was correct, he turned around and walked out of the supply point without hesitation.

As he watched the elemental turbulence surging outside the energy shield, a layer of dark golden solidified law domain slowly opened around Jemin's body, like a thin film flowing with light, lifting his body and flying him deeper into the Shattered Bone Corridor.

After gathering information over this period, Jemin also gained a better understanding of the Shattered Bone Corridor, which can be considered a notoriously dangerous area in the public sphere.

This area has been continuously eroded by the reflection dimension for tens of thousands of years, and its spatial structure has long been fragmented. Not to mention establishing a stable teleportation array, even the "official" routes run by several surrounding wizarding forces have completely abandoned this area.

Therefore, there are only two ways to get here.

One type is a powerful individual at level six or above.

For example, a level six wizard can use the solidified domain of laws to forcibly resist the elemental turbulence in the endless chaotic void and traverse the void.

Another option was to find those smuggling fleets that risked their lives and travel with them.

They rely on safe routes secured by the lives of countless generations to navigate through labyrinthine spatial rifts.

The former requires strength, but as for the latter—a group of smugglers who live on the edge—don't expect them to actually keep their promises.

Jemin was quite capable, so he naturally chose the former.

As they ventured deeper, the surrounding scenery gradually changed.

Although the space in the endless chaotic void is inherently chaotic, it is exceptionally chaotic here.

The space is like a piece of thin paper that has been crumpled and unfolded countless times, with naturally formed spatial folds everywhere.

From a distance, it appears as a slight distortion of light.

However, if one accidentally enters it, the entire spaceship, along with all the matter inside, will be instantly torn apart by the distorted space.

Even more dangerous are the dimensional rifts hidden in the void.

They are almost undetectable by any conventional detection spells; the cracks only become visible the moment they are actually touched.

Subsequently, the terrifying dimensional difference from the reflection dimension will instantly erase all matter and energy of the target.

Therefore, the so-called "safe waterway" of smuggling fleets is actually just a narrow crevice made up of countless corpses.

Every route was explored bit by bit by countless generations of sailors who risked their lives.

This is why each fleet regards its own route as its greatest secret.

Unfortunately, these dangers meant almost nothing to Jemin.

The True Delusion Breaker slowly opened its pupils, and the world instantly became completely different.

The once empty void now reveals layers of transparent structures.

The spatial folds are like distorted mirrors, floating silently.

Those unobservable dimensional rifts transformed into jet-black cracks, their edges constantly absorbing fine particles, like giant mouths waiting to trap their prey.

Jemin remained calm, simply adjusting his flight path.

Each time, it precisely grazed the edge of danger, strolling leisurely through this perilous area.

Several days later, Jemin, who was flying at high speed, suddenly slowed down.

Just now, his constantly used Causal Reflection Technique received new information: there was a battle to his left.

He immediately concealed his aura, compressing his Law Domain to the size of a person, making him appear as a completely still entity.

The shadowy figure silently approached the source of the fluctuation.

Soon, the battlefield came into view.

Within this spatial rift, a medium-sized transport ship is being surrounded by three converted light assault ships.

The transport ship's outer shields were as thin as cicada wings and could collapse completely at any moment; the hull was riddled with holes.

Pale blue coolant continuously gushed from the cracks, condensing into shimmering ice mist in the endless chaotic void.

The ship was marked with an emblem that I had never seen before.

Based on the translation of the text, the name should be "Turan Chamber of Commerce".

After a brief moment of recollection, Jemin confirmed that there were no records of this chamber of commerce in his intelligence database.

Looking at the layers of repair marks on the transport ship, Jemin understood that this must be a small force struggling on the edge of the void, and it was normal that he had never heard of them.

What truly caught his attention were the other three assault ships.

Simply put, these three assault ships are incredibly new!

The ship's hull is brand new, its armor is intact, its energy coating is as smooth as a mirror, and even its weapon arrays are arranged neatly and systematically.

Although these three assault ships all operate under the banner of piracy, by any measure, they don't seem to have the equipment that pirates should possess.

On the battlefield, the merchant guild had two level-six creatures, while the pirates had three level-six creatures.

Whether in terms of the number of high-end combat personnel or the performance of the fleet, pirates hold an absolute advantage.

Logically speaking, this battle should have ended long ago.

But the reality is quite the opposite.

The two sides fought fiercely, with main cannons roaring and shields flashing violently. The energy collisions created rings of spatial tremors, making it look extremely intense.

Jemin stopped behind a distorted, broken space, using the spatial disorder to conceal himself.

He crossed his arms, quietly watching the battlefield in the distance, a smile gradually spreading across his lips: "Interesting."

Fishing, and very poor fishing at that.

Whether it was pirates fishing, merchants fishing, or both sides acting in concert—

It's not clear yet.

However, that's not important.

If they're not targeting you, then you need to see if they have any malicious intent.

But if it really is a trap set by himself—

If he doesn't take the initiative to step in, wouldn't he be wasting all the effort the other side has put in?

With that thought in mind, Jemin gently straightened the puppet's robes and stepped out of the meteorite's shadow.

A dark golden streak of light pierced the void and flew straight toward the battlefield.