On the contrary, exploring a new plane is fraught with too much uncertainty.

If they accidentally encounter a plane with particularly unique rules, the advance team might disappear without even being able to send a message.

Of course, the probability of encountering such an absurd plane is very small, but most planes still result in some loss when first contacted.

Watching the faces—either excited or nervous—of the young apprentices stepping into the Teleportation Array, the light flaring, their figures vanishing, Jeming felt a twinge of emotion.

In ten years, the academy is like a giant forge, filtering and forging batches of talents, then sending them to a broader, and more brutal, world.

After the farewell ceremony ended, the square momentarily fell silent.

Then, on the other side, another Teleportation Array began to light up.

Those were the wizards returning from the frontline battlefield.

Jeming and his two companions mingled in the crowd, watching as the returning wizards stepped out of the Teleportation Array.

They were entirely different from the young apprentices who just left; most of these people bore the marks of time, with sharp and weathered eyes, vaguely exuding an aura of blood and fire.

Their robes largely bore the wear and tear of battles, looking somewhat battered.

But they themselves were like honed blades, flamboyant and dangerous.

Several high-level wizards of the academy stood solemnly and respectfully at the Teleportation Array to welcome them.

After being tempered on the battlefield, these people were now the core strength of the academy.

Amy and Victor were discussing in low voices the strength and experiences of those returning wizards, their eyes full of admiration.

Jeming remained silent, quietly sensing the energy fluctuations of these returning wizards.

Most of them were Third Level Official Wizards, with even a few Fourth Level Wizards, their strength far surpassing those returning wizards he had seen when first entering the academy.

"It seems... the benefits in the Shadow Plane are indeed great, producing so many Third Level Wizards in such a short time, at least indicating that the plane's resources are rich enough, no wonder the academy would invest so heavily." Jeming thought silently.

Suddenly, Jeming was startled.

At the back of the crowd, there was a figure.

He seemed quite unremarkable, wearing a simple Wizard Robe without any fancy decorations.

His face bore no visible scars nor an aggressive aura. He merely stood there quietly, like an ordinary stone.

However, in Jeming's perception, there was no detectable energy fluctuation within that person!

In Jeming's perception, it was as if there was a vacuum, independent from this world!

Jeming was very familiar with this feeling because he had sensed it in many professors—it was a sense of complete integration with the rules, one's existence becoming a part of the rules.

This represented an absolute suppression in realm, a huge gap in life level!

He took a deep breath, barely restraining his inner shock.

This is... a Fifth Level Wizard?!

Even in the wizard civilization teeming with experts, a Fifth Level Wizard is enough to serve as a pivotal force.

If Third and Fourth Level Wizards are the elites of the wizard civilization, then Fifth Level Wizards are high-level figures who can wield power.

In Nolun Academy, apart from the Sixth Level Wizard Professor Clark, all other wizard professors are only Fifth Level.

Most importantly, judging by the badge on this wizard, he is one of the returning old apprentices.

To advance from a First Level Official Wizard to a Fifth Level in just five years...

"Damn, must be cheating..." Jeming couldn't help but murmur in his mind.

Even with cheats of his own, he wouldn't dare to level up like this.

At this moment, the Fifth Level Wizard Jeming was observing suddenly turned his head towards him, the power in his gaze making Jeming's hair stand on end.

"What's wrong?" Amy noticed his apparently unusual emotion and turned her head to ask.

"Nothing, maybe just a bit tired."

Seeing that the wizard glanced at him and then looked away, Jeming breathed a sigh of relief and casually found an excuse to brush it off.

Amy and Victor exchanged a glance, both noticing the odd expressions in each other's eyes, but neither said a word.

Jeming didn't focus any further on this new Fifth Level Wizard, though after this event, he lost interest in continuing the tour.

He couldn't help but look up at the sky, his gaze wandering.

Now, he finally understood why during the previous conversation with Professor Clark, the third solution mentioned carried a strange tone.

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...

Back in the laboratory, Jeming sat cross-legged, his mind entering introspection.

The initially completed Five Elements Rainbow Transformation Mirror quietly floated in Jeming's Dantian and Sea of Qi, no longer an illusory light and shadow in the Sea of Spirit, but a tangible existence, warm and semi-transparent, with five-colored concept light circulating within.

Successfully refining it was only the first step; what followed was a lengthy nurturing phase.

Each day, Jeming would allocate a portion of pure True Essence and Divine Sense, like the most meticulous craftsman, nurturing the Heart Mirror over and over.

The True Essence washed over the mirror like warm spring water, while the Divine Sense delved into the Magical Treasure's interior, carefully sorting out the veins of the five concepts of light, trying to link them closer together, gradually becoming seamless.

It is a slow and delicate process, not to be rushed.

It requires persistence, and even though he's been utterly exhausted these past two weeks, Jeming hasn't given up nurturing the Magical Treasure.

He could feel that, with daily nurturing, the light inside the Heart Mirror became gentler, and the conflicts between concepts were gradually calming, replaced by a wonderful resonance and fusion.

The Magical Treasure seemed to gain life, growing slowly under his care, waiting for the moment to transform.

"Phew... I've been busy for half a month straight, cultivation requires proper relaxation, next... it's time for a good rest."

Feeling overly fatigued these days, Jeming also noticed some disharmony in his vitality and spirits.

He didn't rush into further cultivation or research but instead, leisurely slowed down his pace.

He didn't even participate in the freshmen's entrance ceremony, opting to stay in his laboratory, emptying his mind, and even catching up on much-needed sleep.

Occasionally, he would open the Magic Network Terminal, glance at his points balance, then sit by the window, watching the busy figures of the new apprentices below.

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...

He spent some time in this slothful state until one day, Jeming suddenly opened his eyes on the lounge chair.

He looked up at the laboratory's ceiling, getting up from the lounge chair after a while, curiously looking at his own palm.

At that moment, he suddenly felt clear-minded, physically comfortable, an indescribable sense of ease throughout his body.

It wasn't a breakthrough in cultivation, just a simple readjustment of spirit and vitality, also because his Magical Treasure had finally entered the first stage of formation.

"Looks like the holiday is over."

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