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

Chapter 928 Communication, Startled Retreat, and Descent

Above the ruins of the Anvil Base, the spatial rift opened by the power of the Holy Spirit Clan resembled a torn wound lying across the clouds.

After a short period of charging, the Holy Spirit Clan's teleportation array was finally completed, and a tentacle, smaller than before, slowly emerged from the crack.

The moment he emerged, the entire continent felt a terrifying sense of oppression!

The sky seemed to change color, and the clouds were pushed aside by an invisible force, forming a huge void centered on tentacles.

The alien creatures on the wasteland all lowered their bodies, not daring to even raise their heads.

Without a doubt, this Holy Spirit Clan member, though smaller in size, is a genuine Level 8 creature!

The tentacles paused in mid-air for a moment, and after finding no real threat, several compound eyes peeked out from between the tentacles, cautiously scanning their surroundings.

His posture conveyed a clear sense of vigilance, as if he were ready to respond to any possible attack.

After a thorough search, he found nothing in the entire wasteland.

Then, the entire tentacle mass relaxed, and it emitted a low, resonant mental energy, like...

He breathed a sigh of relief: "He hasn't made a move for so long, looks like he's dead. That troublesome guy has finally been worn down!"

Realizing that the strongest human who had ever threatened and killed him might be dead, his previously coiled tentacles unfurled, exuding an aura of dominance: "It seems this world will ultimately be conquered by me, the king!"

As he spoke, his compound eyes began to move, and the Holy Spirit King's gaze easily traversed thousands of miles, locking onto a faint spatial fluctuation emanating from an underground space in the northwest.

Soon, his attention turned to the rapidly forming spatial rift above the backup base, and he sensed the otherworldly aura seeping out of the rift.

"Oh? I didn't expect that there would be other otherworldly rulers besides me arriving. Too bad, they're only now preparing to descend upon this world; it's a bit too late!"

The tentacles of the Holy Spirit King swayed gently and moved swiftly in that direction.

His figure, thousands of meters tall, traversed the clouds. Each push of his tentacles caused the space itself to resonate heavily, but the closer he got to the spatial rift, the more he felt something was amiss.

The aura emanating from that spatial rift made him feel oppressed, and the essence that seeped out from within it from time to time...

The divine energy seemed to contain countless shouts of excitement and greed.

The Holy Spirit King slowed down in surprise: "What kind of world is this?"

Although the other world seemed dangerous, he wasn't nervous.

After all, as one of the Holy Spirit Kings, invading other worlds was commonplace for him, and he was well aware of the current situation.

Given the current state of this world, it's impossible for a newly opened spatial rift to allow a massive, king-level body to descend so quickly in a short period of time.

It must first involve a large number of lower-level creatures probing the space, constantly using the power of entering this world to expand the spatial rift, before the main body can step in.

That's why he said earlier that it's too late for the other side to be preparing to invade this world now.

Because other advanced civilizations have long since obtained portals that can directly transport king-level beings through continuous invasions.

"No, not necessarily. Some barbaric world rulers might try to force their way in by opening up world rifts with their own bodies. That might be their plan."

The Holy Spirit King thought this, and couldn't help shaking his tentacle, which in their civilization's culture represented mockery.

The meaning.

"If that's the case, maybe I can even get a King-level loot this time?"

Thinking this, the enormous tentacle mass fearlessly drifted towards the direction of the spatial anomaly: "They're only now planning to enter; it seems they're a low-level civilization that luckily obtained king-level combat power. Well, since we're already here, let me see what kind of creature they are!"

At this point, the spatial rift had opened to a certain extent, sufficient to transmit information.

All the compound eyes between the tentacles focused on the other side of the crack at the same time. After seeing the situation on the other side, the Holy Spirit King's body stiffened!

It was an indescribable world; on the other side of the rift, countless creatures crammed the entire void.

From elemental types to flesh and blood types, and then to special mechanical types, they are all kinds of strange and wonderful.

Regardless of their form, all those creatures exuded an aura of savagery and bloodlust, as if they were born to kill.

With the knowledge of the Holy Spirit King, he could naturally recognize that these must be some kind of servant race.

If even a mere servant race is this terrifying, what kind of terrifying civilization could possibly control such monsters?!

Thus, the Holy Spirit King's gaze traversed the dense sea of ​​monsters, finally locking onto the group of figures with the highest presence at the very back.

That terrifying aura, that violent presence, and that overwhelming power—without a doubt!

"You must be the masters of these monsters. So you are such powerful beings. No wonder your civilization can rule over such monsters."

The spiritual energy of the Holy Spirit King traveled through the spatial rift and reached us.

On the other side of the empty space, the leaders of the Shadow Dragon Clan, who were the recipients of the message, had their already dark faces turn even darker.

They shifted their bodies uncomfortably and glanced instinctively at the unremarkable human next to them.

Clark was standing not far behind them, his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent. He didn't even lift his eyelids when he heard the mental communication.

But his reaction only made the leader of the Shadow Dragons even more terrified.

Through the spatial rift, looking at the Holy Spirit King on the other side, the Shadow Dragon Leader's vertical pupils twitched, and he was already cursing inwardly: "What kind of lunatic is this?! Do you think you can just admit to something like this?! My master is right here, you son of a bitch!!!"

As the ace unit in Clark's cannon fodder legion, the Shadow Dragon Swarm is indeed formidable in combat. Not only are all of them level eight, but they are also among the strongest units of the same level.

They were inherently violent and extremely powerful in combat, always serving as the final force in the cannon fodder legion.

Therefore, it's not entirely absurd that the Holy Spirit King would mistakenly believe they were the leaders of this group of cannon fodder units.

As for the high-ranking wizards who had been standing nearby, they were completely ignored by the Holy Spirit King.

After all, wizards are quite inconspicuous when not in combat.

Seeing that the tentacles opposite them were still planning to continue "chatting," the Shadow Dragon Legion, under the command of their leader, roared without hesitation to show their loyalty.

The violent mental fluctuations surged back into the spatial rift like a tsunami.

Although the spatial rift prevents the passage of much power, the pure, unadulterated desire for slaughter still manages to be transmitted.

The Holy Spirit King flicked his tentacles dismissively, a glint of contempt flashing in his compound eyes: "Truly a low-level civilization, utterly lacking in manners."

He floated back slightly, his mental fluctuations exuding an air of superior composure: "Another fool who thinks quantity can compensate for quality. Fine, let me teach you a lesson. There are differences between kings!"

Before long, a considerable gap opened in the spatial passage on the other side.

Some cannon fodder who were close to the spatial passage rushed out of the legion and launched an attack on the Holy Spirit King.

Seeing this, the Holy Spirit King was somewhat surprised. His aura as a superior being, a king, had not instilled any fear in these lowly insects?!

clap clap clap!

With a casual stretch of its tentacles, it annihilated the first few thousand cannon fodder troops that surged out.

Given the current state of the world, he has no need to worry about the high-end combat forces on the other side rushing out.

In this situation, the most important thing is to try to obtain information about this unknown civilization from this space passage.

"Hmph! Let me see what kind of civilization you are, daring to oppose the Holy Spirit Clan! I'll show you just how terrifying it is to dare to speak disrespectfully to a great king!"

Once again, the Holy Spirit King casually swatted away another wave of cannon fodder creatures that charged forward. He then gathered his many compound eyes in an attempt to enhance his vision and see more through the spatial rift.

Snapped!

Suddenly, a pair of giant, dark golden hands slammed down, wedging at both ends of the spatial rift, seemingly trying their best to widen the spatial passage.

"Hmm?" The Holy Spirit King paused for a moment, then grinned maliciously. "Hahahaha! I didn't expect there would actually be a fool who wouldn't be afraid of death trying to use his own body to open a spatial passage. Looks like I can get another king-level trophy today!"

The Holy Spirit King laughed as he stretched out all his tentacles, gathering his strongest power.

Thousands of tentacles tore through the air, crossed spatial passages, and pierced the dark golden giant at the center of the rift!

"Choose! Will you retreat and abandon the spatial passage you created, or let me devour a part of your body—Ah!! What the hell?!"

Halfway through his speech, the Holy Spirit King suddenly screamed in terror, desperately trying to pull his tentacles back.

However, even when these tentacles are stretched to their limit, they are completely unable to retract.

He could see from the darkness, there were strange and ferocious hands, or hands made entirely of elements, pulling at his tentacles.

Meanwhile, excited sounds could even be heard from the other side of the space passage.

"Hehehehe! Gotcha!"

"Don't grab it! This one's mine!"

"Quickly, bring him here! According to Jemin's previous research, consuming the bodies of this race can purify spiritual energy!"

"Hmph hmph hmph—Don't let him get away, pull him over here!"

One terrifying voice after another, hidden in the darkness, carried with them boundless greed, terror, and unparalleled excitement.

Fen was actually pulling himself towards the other end of the spatial passage with all his might!

What the hell is that thing on the other side?!

Feeling the irresistible power, the Holy Spirit King was terrified and, without hesitation, severed all his tentacles!

"Damn it, we've been fooled! This isn't an ordinary civilization at all!"

With that roar, the Holy Spirit Dynasty shook off the cannon fodder legions that surrounded them from all sides and flew swiftly away into the distance: "I must warn those civilizations, another one trying to grab a piece of the pie has arrived!"

"He got away."

On the other side of the spatial rift, Jemin, who was conjuring up a Dharma form and forcefully tearing the spatial rift apart, curled his lip.

At this moment, his Dharma form was not very large, only a few thousand meters long, since the spatial passage in front of him was not large enough.

Clark floated over from the side, glancing at the rate at which the spatial rift was expanding: "It will probably take several more months to open. It's a pity that our power hasn't been absorbed into the other world, so we can't be of any help."

Jemin shook his head: "Don't worry, it won't take that long. Everything is ready on the other side too."

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"They run fast."

Inside the underground base, the old man's cloudy eyes stared in the direction where the Holy Spirit King had disappeared, as if he could see directly through the rock wall to the scene outside.

He clicked his tongue in amazement and shook his head, then turned to look at Jemin: "Now I believe that your wizarding civilization can keep its promises."

After all, only powerful civilizations have the right to pity the underprivileged.

A weak civilization can't even survive on its own, let alone care about the lives of others.

Without a doubt, judging from what just happened, the wizard civilization has proven its power.

Jemin smiled and raised his hand to draw a dark golden rune in the air.

The runes rapidly expanded, transforming into a massive magic array that covered the entire cave ceiling.

"Then, as agreed, I need your power."

The old man nodded.

He took a deep breath, and a terrifying pressure suddenly erupted from his aged body.

His full power was unleashed without reservation, like a star before its extinguishing bursting forth with its most dazzling light at the last moment.

The power surged into the core of the magic circle along the rune veins drawn by Jemin, and the magic circle instantly lit up with a dazzling golden light.

This is the solution that Jieming came up with. The spatial passage in this world can only be opened after it has been imbued with the power of this world, so he simply asked the people of this world to help him open it!

Originally, I wanted to get help from the people in the base, but now that we have this strongest person, it will be much easier.

The two forces connected across the endless void, and the spatial rift expanded at a visible speed, quickly becoming thousands of kilometers long.

Countless cannon fodder creatures poured out of the passage, letting out excited hiss as they set foot on the land of the new world.

Roar.

Meanwhile, inside the temporary underground base.

Jack stood in front of Jemin, about to say something, when he saw Jemin's body suddenly go limp and he fell forward.

He instinctively rushed forward to support Jemin, but sensed something was wrong the moment he touched him.

The sensation of the body in my hands is changing rapidly; the outline of the bones is adjusting, and the density of the muscles is changing.

He looked down and saw that Jemin's face was blurring, and soon it turned into another face that he knew.

It's Gavin!

Jack stared at the face, frozen in place.

"This kid was one of your earliest friends in this world, so give him a proper burial," Jemin's voice came from behind.

Jack turned around abruptly and saw Jemin standing not far behind him, his face and appearance unchanged from before.

Jack opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Seeing this, Jemin raised an eyebrow: "What? Even now, you still don't want to acknowledge me as your mentor?"

Jack paused for a moment, then gently placed Gavin's body on the ground and closed his eyes.

Jack stood up, faced Jemin, and gave a slightly awkward wizard's salute: "Teacher."

Seeing this, Jemin laughed, but before he could respond, a silver-gray figure darted out from the side.

Viola was excited, her silver-gray hair flying as she ran, her eyes shining like two gems.

"Jeming, you actually took on an apprentice! That's wonderful!"

She darted up to the bewildered Jack, put her hands on her hips, and sized him up: "Little guy, I'm your teacher's senior sister, call me 'Senior Sister'!"

Jack was caught off guard by the sudden turn of events, and he glanced at Jemin instinctively.

Jemin nodded helplessly at him, so Jack obediently called out, "Uncle-Master."

"Wow! Not bad, not bad!"

Viola patted his shoulder with satisfaction, so hard that Jack stumbled.

Jemin then introduced Clark to him: "This is my mentor, Clark, you can call him Grandmaster."

Looking at Clark's expressionless face, Jack instinctively straightened up: "Master!"

Mrs. Castillo walked over and shooed Clark away, saying, "Why are you bullying a child?"

After a brief commotion, Jemin, accompanied by mentor Clark and wizard Augusta, both level seven wizards, arrived before the strongest human being.

The two wizards had already heard detailed information from Jemin before, and they were very satisfied after meeting the old man.

Upon seeing the two, the old man smiled calmly: "Although I am very grateful for your high regard, I don't have many days left to live, and I'm afraid I can't help you much. I only hope that you will treat us civilized humans kindly —"

Before he could finish speaking, Jemin had already taken out a golden pill and put it in his hand.

The old man looked down at the pill emitting a soft golden light in his palm, then looked at Jemin with a puzzled expression.

"This is an elixir of immortality," Jemin explained expressionlessly. "It was specially made according to your constitution. Its effects..."

Generally, it can only extend your lifespan by about two thousand years. Remember to replenish your energy within those two thousand years, and you can continue to extend your lifespan indefinitely.

The old man's hands, holding the elixir of immortality, trembled.

His lips moved, his voice trembling slightly: "This thing—it must be expensive, right?"

Jemin nodded seriously.

The old man had an "I knew it" look on his face and was about to say something when Jemin continued, "Based on your strength, an ordinary level seven wizard can only earn enough for one elixir of immortality per year."

The old man, Jack: "?"

Don't you want to see what nonsense you're spouting?!

Is that right?!

The old man once again realized the enormous gap between the two civilizations.

He was silent for a few seconds, then smiled with relief.

He extended his hand to Jemin and Clark again: "My name is Carl. I hope to join your civilization."

Clark stepped forward and shook his hand. "Welcome, Carl."

(Since it's difficult to divide into two chapters, I'll just combine them into one. This is the only chapter for today.)

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