Jeming couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

The first method is basically not worth considering. Although the wizard civilization is quite advanced, Eighth Level Wizards are definitely the ceiling.

As for Ninth Level Wizards, such beings have already transcended the concept of this world, existing far beyond the ceiling.

Although from the perspective of the entire wizard civilization there are quite a few Eighth Level Wizards, most of them follow Ninth Level Wizards closely, expanding territories on the real frontlines.

Like Nolun Academy... even the entire Nolun Workshop area it manages is actually just the scraps of the Plane Battlefield, not even qualifying as "bandit suppression," at most it's "post-war reconstruction."

So expecting to find an Eighth Level Wizard to deal with enemies is out of the question, only the remaining two methods can be used.

Weakening the Plane Origin naturally needs no elaboration; the academy basically uses this method, and crucially, this method can also intensify the degree of war to some extent.

As for the loss of wizard apprentices during this process, it's merely a necessary sacrifice, even the wizard apprentices themselves wouldn't deny this.

It's no exaggeration to say that the value of a High Tier Wizard far exceeds that of tens of thousands of Low Tier Wizards.

Therefore, for the wizard civilization, the second method can be considered a win-win.

The last method actually has a very simple principle.

Sixth Level Creatures can access the Plane Origin, but only if the plane itself doesn't resist.

That is to say, if it's an external Sixth Level Creature, unless it forcibly subjugates the entire plane, manipulating it would be very difficult.

But if it's a Sixth Level Creature promoted locally within the plane, this issue doesn't exist, even if the creature was originally an outsider.

As long as one person restrains from within the Plane Origin, other wizards can easily deal with the enemies.

However, even with the current wizard civilization, the difficulty of promoting to Sixth Level Wizard is quite exaggerated, and the proportion of those who can promote to Sixth Level Wizard each generation is alarmingly low.

"Alright, everything that needed saying has been said." Professor Clark patted his shoulder.

"Rest a bit, then start working as soon as possible. Those returning guys don't have much patience."

Having accepted the task, Jeming returned to his laboratory with a hint of confusion.

There wasn't much time for him to complain or think too much; almost as soon as he got back to the lab, tens of thousands of cubic meters of gold were transported in batches, piled into several small mountains in the storage warehouse.

The next half month, Jeming had no idea how he got through it.

He was already familiar with the process of refining Refined Gold. To avoid exhausting himself to death, he used True Flame from the cultivation system as the core, combined with material handling and energy conduction arrays borrowed from Wizard Alchemy, to build a high-efficiency Refined Gold refinement assembly line.

Jeming directly embedded himself as the core component of the assembly line, the pale golden True Flame burning day and night without rest.

Blocks of gold were sent into the handling array, then entered the True Flame region for refining.

Vast amounts of True Essence were continuously consumed, then continually replenished by Jeming.

Spiritual Power, carrying alchemy, acted like invisible hands, precisely controlling each step, removing impurities, refining the essence representing concepts.

Even with the assistance of the assembly line, Jeming's half-month was still quite harrowing.

It was not only an extremely intellectually and True Essence draining mental task but also a physical one.

For half a month, he barely closed his eyes, only briefly meditating for recovery when utterly exhausted.

Endless amounts of Spirit Recovery Potions were gulped down by Jeming; at the worst times, he even felt a bit bloated from drinking.

Half a month later.

When the last batch of gold was processed, finally yielding a Refined Gold Ingot shining with restrained brilliance, Jeming finally let out a long sigh of relief.

He walked out of the laboratory with a vacant look, instinctively squinting his eyes against the sunlight that greeted him.

He felt like his body was drained, eyes red, hair disheveled.

Only at this moment did he understand why Professor Clark, as a Sixth Level Wizard, always appeared somewhat unkempt whenever seen.

Just as he reached the edge of the square, he once again met Amy and Victor.

The two seemed to have just completed their tasks and were about to leave.

"Jeming!" Amy exclaimed upon seeing him, "Oh my, what's happened to you?! You look like you just crawled out of a mine shaft!"

Victor also examined him, a hint of shock flashing in his eyes.

Though he knew Jeming had accepted a major commission from the academy, he didn't expect the workload to be so massive, to the extent of leaving this typically composed fellow in such a state.

"Just finished a big commission, a bit tired." Jeming rubbed his temples, his voice a little hoarse.

"Such a big commission…" Amy asked curiously, "What is it? That left you so exhausted!"

"Some material processing… very tiring." Jeming did not elaborate.

Victor also felt a bit curious, but given his not-so-close relations with the two, he did not pursue the matter.

Looking at Jeming's fatigued appearance, he felt a bit of envy inside.

Though many wizard apprentices often end up in such a disheveled state, only from this person did he see the shadow of those High Tier Wizards.

At this time, the broadcast announced the farewell ceremony for the old apprentices was about to commence.

The three did not go far, but stood at the edge of the square with other apprentices, watching the batch of old apprentices who had completed ten years of studies as they were guided by their professors toward the Teleportation Array.

They were about to be sent to some frontline plane, joining the brutal battlefield.

"I wonder which plane these seniors are heading to." Amy muttered quietly.

Victor glanced at her, recalling the news he'd received while casually chatting with his father:

"It should still be the Shadow Plane; heard that plane is quite troublesome and needs more reinforcements."

"Shadow Plane huh… that's really unlucky…" Amy couldn't help but mutter softly, "Heard the current battle there is quite intense."

After all, given the average level of Nolun Academy's old apprentices, ordinary planes could basically be taken down consuming just one batch of apprentices, though the losses were not small, several Third Level Wizards would inevitably emerge among them.

If they encounter a plane that one batch of apprentices can't conquer, it means the plane is quite difficult.

"Still, at least conditions in the Shadow Plane have already been explored; they can adjust their witchcraft models and various equipment before going. It's way less risky than directly exploring a new plane." Jeming offered a different perspective.

After all, as elite apprentices trained by the academy for ten years, even if the battlefield they face has extremely high war intensity, with preparation in advance, they wouldn't be caught completely unprepared.

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