The governor smiled with satisfaction as he observed the apprentices' reactions, knowing well that this reward was enough to ignite all the potential and ambition within this group of elite apprentices.

To be honest, even a wizard like him experienced a moment of eagerness upon hearing this reward.

After all, even in the Nolun Workshop, not every Tier Seven Wizard had the opportunity to oversee a Nolun Academy.

"Alright!" The governor suddenly raised his voice, interrupting everyone's fantasies, "Briefing over! All apprentices, proceed to your designated areas according to your academy and group number! Prepare to enter Elorcia. May your journey be successful!"

The light of the Teleportation Array lit up once again. This time, the apprentices' eyes were filled with a longing for endless treasure, beyond just nervousness and excitement.

"The efficiency of the wizards' actions is surprisingly high."

Seeing the wizard apprentices ready and waiting after the order was given, Jeming couldn't help but marvel.

This alone reveals that wizards are truly suited for interdimensional war.

According to normal logic, having traversed several planes to get here, one would typically rest for a few days, learn about the local situation, and then proceed to the next step of testing.

But wizards have no such habits.

Since the Teleportation Array had already solved the problem of long-distance travel fatigue, they could immediately start working upon arrival, without any issues related to morale.

Moreover, each wizard is high-quality talent who has studied hard for many years, and none of them are too foolish.

Before heading to their destination, they would have gathered intelligence on the local situation.

As long as there's a clear goal, everyone can fulfill their duties.

Although wizards are not particularly suited for group operations due to their intelligence, their strong capabilities more than compensate for this shortcoming.

As Jeming marveled, tens of thousands of apprentices were suddenly enveloped in a special kind of energy, but instantly vanished from Nolun Workshop Headquarters' Teleportation Plaza.

This interplanar teleportation was completely different from any prior experience.

If past academy teleportations resembled boarding a smooth airship gliding through a void tunnel, now it was as though they were shoved into a sealed sphere and hurled into a turbulent current.

The surrounding space barriers churned like sludge, and the intense compressive force was suffocating.

Grueling friction sounds scratched at their ears as blurry lights danced before their eyes.

Their bodies occasionally experienced intense vibrations, feeling pounded by an enormous force, or forcefully tearing through countless unseen barriers.

This rough "incursion" made many apprentices go pale, with some unable to resist vomiting.

Jeming kept his mind tightly focused, his powerful Spiritual Power standing like an iron wall, resisting the chaotic space disturbances.

He took a deep breath, circulating True Essence within his body to suppress the discomfort.

Suddenly, a powerful thrust came, and he was flung from the chaotic space by an invisible force, like a marble being tossed aside.

Falling uncontrollably through the air, he heard the wind roaring and shouts coming from all directions.

During the fall, Jeming looked up, his gaze piercing the turbulent airflow, his pupils constricting...

Above the torn sky, over a dozen gigantic shadows tangled together, blocking out daylight.

These figures varied in form; some emanated an ancient natural green, some glowed with majestic golden light, and others burned with fiery flames.

Undoubtedly, judging by the massive power, these were projections of the divine power of Elorcia Plane's gods; each shadow exuded suffocating divine might.

Opposing them was an equally colossal but indistinct wizard's shadow.

This wizard was surrounded by complex runes, each movement causing spatial tremors and tearing apart vast swathes of divine power.

This was a confrontation exceeding the level of a Fifth Level Wizard against a Divine Level spirit!

"I see now..." Jeming instantly understood.

They weren't "teleported" in; rather, the Wizard Civilization forcibly tore open Elorcia Plane's barriers, barging through!

This plane hadn't been entirely controlled by the wizards yet, its barriers sealed by native deities using divine power, requiring divine permission for any normal entry or exit.

To send in their apprentice team, the wizards had to create a temporary passage with overwhelming force.

And the passage's guardians—Elorcia's deities—would naturally not let them succeed easily.

So, in the brief moment they breached the dimensional barriers, a terrifying battle had already exploded in the outer space.

Jeming's keen eyes captured the battlefield's changes clearly:

Under the ferocious assault of over a dozen divine projections, the wizard's shadow seemed to reach its limit.

It let out an intense, unwilling, and pained howl, filled with the desolation of a dying struggle, seemingly embodying despair at the gods' ultimate victory.

Subsequently, the wizard shadow's light rapidly dimmed, dispersing into countless light points, fading away in midair.

The divine shadows roared with a jubilant victory, their massive forms fading, seemingly satisfied with the wizard's "demise," believing the passage to be sealed.

Jeming hovered in mid-air, the micro-light swirling around him, as he utilized Alchemy to lift the air beneath him, slowing his descent.

The dense air gathered beneath him, rapidly decelerating his speed, until he gently floated to the ground like a feather, barely making a sound.

He looked up toward where the wizard's shadow vanished, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth: "The dying scream was too deliberate, too obvious an act, poor performance! Needs retraining!"

Indeed, he instantly saw through the wizard's act of feigned death.

The reason was simple: wizards could not reveal excessively overwhelming power.

If the Wizard Civilization showed an absolute superiority that crushed the plane's deities, the excessive pressure might cause the native deities to become desperate, potentially even taking the entire world with them in a self-destructive ritual.

At that point, the plane resources the wizards coveted, the strategic expansion they envisioned, would be all for naught.

Thus, during the standoff, the wizards had to carefully control their strength.

Occasionally, they would even have powerful High Tier Wizards play the role of unfortunate victims who perish, continuously providing the gods of Elorcia with confidence through a steady stream of "sacrifices."

Make them feel that while the Wizard Civilization is strong, it's not invincible, persisting in a "stalemate" rather than opting for "mutual destruction."

This was a silent psychological battle, also ensuring the integrity of the plane.

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