Time flies like a fleeting horse, in the blink of an eye, Jeming has already been at Nolun Academy for nine years.

For the apprentices at Nolun Academy, nine years is a process of accumulating power and transforming from youthful naivety to maturity.

Jeming has reaped enormous gains.

In this "stable" world, he is like a hidden dragon lurking in the abyss, deeply concealed and unnoticed.

All his energy is devoted to consolidating his Foundation Establishment cultivation, honing his Talisman Witchcraft, refining the Five Elements Rainbow Transformation Mirror, and delving deeply into the path of Magic Potions and Alchemy.

When the summons for the Nolun Workshop's comprehensive test reached each academy, his dormant edge of nine years finally awaited the moment to be unsheathed.

The academy where Jeming resides should be accurately called Nolun No.13 Academy.

As one of the mid-upper tier academies among the hundreds of Nolun Academies, it sent elite apprentices like Jeming, who ranked in the top 10% in the last trial, to this comprehensive test.

In the early morning, the Central Square of the academy was crowded with apprentices.

Apart from the aptitude test held every five years, this square is rarely so lively.

Not only the apprentices about to participate in the Nolun Workshop's comprehensive test, but even those who did not qualify couldn't resist coming to send them off.

Some of the newly admitted apprentices of Nolun Academy gazed eagerly at the crowd in the middle of the square, with many eyes filled with ambition.

It is now almost certain that this test from Nolun Workshop will likely become the norm in the future.

Similarly, to select apprentices who can participate in the test, the plane trials within Nolun No.13 Academy will also become routine.

Seeing these old apprentices representing the academy go to Nolun Workshop for the test, many new apprentices seemed eager to try.

In some corner of the crowd, a blinding flash of lightning suddenly appeared, then converged into a slender yet powerful figure — Bert Villa Augusta.

She wore a dark wizard robe, perfectly tailored, outlining her tall build.

A faint ripple of Thunder Element surrounded her body, like the natural overflow of her internal power.

Nine years passed, and she shed the greenness of the past, replaced by a blend of steadiness and sharpness, her deep eyes seemingly holding thunder ready to burst at any moment.

Her appearance immediately drew the attention of those around her, but she seemed indifferent.

Augusta's keen gaze swept over the densely packed crowd, not pausing on those renowned top apprentices but directly penetrating layers of the crowd, precisely locking onto Jeming, who remained low-key and unnoticed in the corner.

An invisible current surged within her, stemming from a strong sense of competition.

The defeat in the academy trial five years ago and Jeming's terrifyingly efficient action mode during the trial left an indelible mark on her heart.

The pressure was like an invisible whip, constantly driving her, ensuring she never slackened over the years.

She trained hard, challenged her limits, and diligently studied, honing her Thunder Magic to perfection. Now, she successfully constructed Thunder Magic on her own knowledge.

Augusta believed that with her current abilities, even facing a true First Level Wizard, she could fight freely without being at a disadvantage.

Her rapid progress had already made her surpass most of her peers in pride.

However, whenever she thought she was strong enough, capable of surpassing Jeming, the faint uneasiness in her heart never disappeared.

She was eager to face Jeming again, to prove herself, and to discover just how many secrets that enigmatic guy concealed.

Her eyes were filled with an unconcealed desire for battle.

Not far away, a tall and composed figure also appeared in the Teleportation Plaza.

That was Augusta's former rival — Horn.

He was now also a standout among wizard apprentices, with remarkable strength.

Seizing the period during Augusta's dedicated research, he consolidates popularity, and now, he has become a leading figure at Nolun Academy.

Surrounded by a few equally strong apprentices, he had evidently established his own core team.

His gaze passed over Jeming's direction, paused slightly, without the fierce competitive flame in Augusta's eyes.

For him, Jeming was already a "former rival," a presence already surpassed.

He merely glanced briefly, then retracted his gaze, exuding a kind of arrogance and confidence unique to the strong, refocusing his attention back on Augusta.

Jeming sensed the gaze of Augusta and Horn, calmly looked back, and then withdrew his gaze.

His face remained expressionless, yet inwardly he held a trace of admiration for Augusta's progress — it seemed she had indeed been working hard all these years.

As for Horn... he appeared to have aged quite a bit too.

It didn't take long before the departure time arrived.

Led by Clark, several academy mentors walked over, glanced at the crowd gathered in the square, and did not say much, merely waved at the senior apprentices who passed the test.

"Let's go."

There were no "departure declarations," nor any words of encouragement.

Wizards are intelligent, rational lunatics.

As long as there are sufficient benefits, wizards would never be stingy with their power.

The Teleportation Array on the square shone brightly, with Jeming accompanying over five hundred apprentices and several academy mentors, stepping into the radiant light screen.

A familiar dizziness hit, but this time, it was longer and more intense than any previous teleportation, with stronger spatial fluctuations.

When the light dissipated, Jeming landed steadily, and what he saw left even his steadfast heart with a flash of shock.

This was the headquarters of the Nolun Workshop, a massive miracle transformed from an entire plane.

What lay before him was no longer familiar land and sky but countless enormous floating platforms, intricate energy pipelines, and towering thousand-meter rune spires.

And suspended in the distant void were miniature laboratories and training spaces twinkling like stars.

The whole city seemed like a futuristic space city described in science fiction novels, sustained by stable Energy Cycles, with materials of unknown metals and energy pathways interwoven, presenting an ultimate industrial beauty and extraordinary magical atmosphere.

Where they stood was the grandest Teleportation Plaza within.

Here, a sea of people gathered, elite apprentices from hundreds of Nolun Academies converging like a tide.

In the bustling Teleportation Plaza, the discussions of tens of thousands of apprentices sounded like a bubbling cauldron of porridge.

The air was thick with excitement, tension, and uncontrollable energy fluctuations, like a volcano on the verge of eruption.

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