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

The Holy Spirit Clan's meeting hall was suspended in a dark purple cloud.

The hall itself was a giant dome woven from translucent biological shells, its interior space vast enough to accommodate tens of thousands of Holy Spirits. Beneath the dome, a dozen enormous Level 8 Holy Spirits sat in their respective seats, their tentacles intertwined and emitting a deep spiritual resonance.

Surrounded by hundreds of Level 7 Holy Spirits, they lay quietly on the carapace-like ground, awaiting orders from higher-ranking beings like servants. "What do you think of those newcomers?" The leading Holy Spirit King tapped the edge of the pedestal with his tentacle, his mental fluctuations revealing undisguised greed. "I've reviewed their intelligence; their numbers are indeed enormous. Any world capable of cultivating such a cannon fodder army must possess considerable value."

"We can use that world as an appetizer," another level-eight Holy Spirit King chimed in, its tentacles stretching out excitedly. "Before attacking the Central World, let's take that world first and use its resources to strengthen ourselves. Once we're fully prepared, we can launch a full-scale attack on the Central World." "I advise you not to underestimate that world," a Holy Spirit King whose tentacles had all been severed sneered.

Without a doubt, he was the unfortunate guy who had tried to invade the Infernal Sulfur Plane from the opposite direction, but ended up having to sever his own tentacles.

"You've only suffered one loss, and you've become so cowardly?!" The Holy Spirit King, sitting at the head of the table, flicked his tentacles dismissively.

"Based on the information you provided, the enemy is only suppressing you because of their numbers; they're nothing compared to true strength!"

"Yeah yeah!"

"Hahaha, you've become such a coward!"

"Those primitive creatures think they can defeat us? They'd be a ghost!"

Hearing the mockery of his fellow tribesmen, the Holy Spirit King, whose tentacle had been completely severed, felt a pang of humiliation and wondered if he had been too decisive in retreating earlier.

After all, those primitive creatures couldn't stop his escape, which meant their level was just so-so, and there was no need to worry about them! "What about the distribution plan for the previous world?" an eighth-level holy spirit asked impatiently.

"The Holy Spirit Council has already made preliminary divisions." The Holy Spirit King, the chief, raised a tentacle, projecting a rough map into the void. "The Eastern Continent has the richest resources, but its defenses are also the strongest, so we won't be able to get any. The Zerg resources of the Western Continent belong to..."

"My lords," a seventh-level holy spirit suddenly raised its head from the carapace-like ground, a hint of unease flashing in its compound eyes, "I have just received a warning that something has invaded."

The meeting room fell silent instantly.

All the tentacles stopped moving at the same time, and the compound eyes of more than a dozen level eight holy spirits all looked at the level seven holy spirit.

"What is it?" The Holy Spirit King's voice deepened.

"I don't recognize them. They're pouring out of a newly opened spatial portal, in huge numbers, and are sweeping through the guardian legions of the springboard world. Those bat-men can't hold them off at all; they crumble at the first touch."

The Holy Spirit King remained silent for a few seconds, then its tentacles slowly curled up, letting out a low, cold laugh.

"It seems that the new alien army is bolder than we expected." Its mental fluctuations carried a hint of offended anger. "They dared to chase us all the way to the springboard world. Good, saves us the trouble of searching for their world. Since they've delivered themselves to our doorstep, let's devour them first, then counterattack through their passage."

It turned to the other eight Holy Spirits: "Move all your forces to the springboard world. I will make sure that army never returns."

Outside the conference room, a group of bat-like people were huddled together on both sides of the aisle, trembling.

They are similar in size to humans, but their bodies are covered in black down, their large wing membranes are folded back, their snouts protrude, and they have sharp fangs.

These bat-people were the original inhabitants of the Holy Spirit Clan's springboard world. After the Holy Spirit Clan descended, the entire race was completely conquered.

A special biological tentacle was implanted into their nervous system by the Holy Spirit. That tentacle penetrated deep into their brainstem, permanently rewriting their consciousness. From the day it was implanted, they were no longer independent beings, but rather extensions of the Holy Spirit race's will.

At this moment, these bat-man guards are receiving commands from the Holy Spirit Clan through their biological tentacles.

They turned in terror and ran back to their posts, preparing to face the impending invasion.

Meanwhile, Jemin's army traversed the spatial tunnel and set foot on the land of the springboard world.

He frowned as soon as he was teleported over.

"Such a weak dimensional origin..."

However, Jemin quickly realized: "As one of the advanced civilizations, the Holy Spirits must also be using the worlds of other races as a springboard to invade Jack's plane."

"However, unlike other civilizations, the Holy Spirit Clan did not hide behind the scenes, but entered the fray directly."

He looked around and found himself standing inside a huge biological structure.

The interior walls of the building are made of a semi-transparent shell material, and the surface is covered with pulsating, blood vessel-like patterns.

Just as Jemin took a few steps, a group of bat-man guards rushed over screaming.

They held bony weapons in their hands, their wing membranes spread open, revealing sharp fangs.

Jemin showed no intention of making a move, but the black giant priest behind him struck first, shooting out blazing beams of light from his fingertips that instantly vaporized the first few bat-men who were charging forward.

The remaining bat-men screamed and retreated, some of them turning and running away, emitting piercing alarms as they went.

Ignoring the guys, Jemin broke through the building's outer shell and came outside.

Outside was an endless plain.

On the plains, tens of millions of bat-men are converging from all directions, like a black tsunami.

"Most of these creatures are only level three?" Jemin looked at the creatures and shook his head.

He turned around and gestured to the Black Giant Legion and the Dragon Blood Mushroom Legion behind him.

"Clean them up."

"Roar!!!" The Black Giant Legion charged out first.

Level 6 Black Giants require almost no skill on the battlefield. Their liquid metal bodies are immune to all attacks from the Batmen, and their chest openings and closings swallow swarms of Batmen whole.

The Dragonblood Mushroom Men, arranged in neat square formations, overwhelmed the Bat Men's lines with their sheer numbers and superior strength. The cleanup took less than half an hour.

Tens of millions of bat-men were wiped out, leaving only scattered corpses and broken shells on the plains.

Jemin walked around the battlefield and casually grabbed a bat-man who wasn't completely dead from the pile of corpses.

He channeled his mental energy and quickly scanned the other person's nervous system.

"As expected... no wonder they fought to the death, they had been manipulated all along."

A special biological tentacle was implanted deep in the brainstem of the Bat-Man. The tentacle was completely integrated with the nervous system, controlling all its perceptions and actions.

This control is permanent; from the moment it is implanted, the host loses independent self-awareness.

"The work of the Holy Spirit Clan." Jemin released his grip and threw the bat-man's corpse on the ground.

"Looks like I didn't go to the wrong place."

Through the scan he had just performed, he had extracted some fragments of memory from the other party's remaining neural circuits.

Those fragments contain information about the overall structure of this world, as well as the location of the Holy Spirit Clan's main stronghold in this world: the Holy City. The Holy Spirit Clan's core stronghold in the springboard world, the source of the commands for the neural tentacles of all the controlled bat-men.

Jemin withdrew his mental energy and issued new orders to the legion behind him.

The black giant priests quickly formed ranks, and the black giant legion and the dragon-blooded mushroom man legion completed their assembly in a very short time.

Jemin hovered directly above the legion, his body surrounded by dark golden light.

He raised his hand and pointed to the direction marked in the fragments of memory.

"Let's go. Destination: the Holy City!"