Chapter 735: Chapter 624: The Weird and the Restrictions

Jeming moved with exceptional speed.

After all, the affairs of the Purgatory Sulfur Plane had been arranged a long time ago.

Upon ascending to Refining Void Perfection, he spent considerable time stabilizing his realm, refining the Inner Grotto Heaven, and optimizing the operational efficiency of the Incense Fire Divine Dao.

All preparations that could be done in advance were completed, ready for departure at any time.

Jeming stepped onto the Teleportation Array and entered the Plane identification code from the task details.

Spatial fluctuations instantly engulfed him.

When the scene before him cleared again, Jeming was momentarily stunned.

He stood on a massive teleportation platform, beneath him a translucent glass-like surface, with countless tiny light points flowing slowly within, resembling a frozen galaxy.

The platform floated in mid-air, surrounded by no supporting structure, yet as steady as a rock.

And the world outside the platform was beautiful beyond belief.

This was a "miniature" Plane.

Jeming quickly grasped the meaning of this term.

It wasn’t that the Plane itself was small, but everything within it exhibited an extremely delicate "miniaturized" characteristic.

The terrain in the distance undulated like a meticulously crafted bonsai; the proportion of mountains and rivers was just right, with each tree and flower seemingly designed by a creator to exhibit perfect visual balance.

The sky had a faint amber hue, devoid of a sun but filled with omnipresent gentle light, illuminating the entire Plane.

The air was filled with a subtle floral scent, the temperature was suitable, the humidity just right, and even the wind’s speed seemed gentle.

Jeming spread out his Divine Sense, perceiving the ecological structure of this Plane, becoming more shocked the more he sensed.

A perfect closed loop.

This was a world ecologically self-sufficient.

The input of Energy, the Cycle of matter, the reproduction of Life... all aspects were precise to the point of resembling mathematical formulas.

No waste, no redundancy, every Element was in its rightful place, fulfilling its intended function.

This did not seem like a naturally formed Plane.

This was more like a work of art.

"Miniature Glass Garden..." Jeming recalled the name from the task description, feeling that it couldn’t be more fitting.

The light continued to flicker on the teleportation platform, with new figures incessantly appearing.

Jeming discreetly observed his surroundings.

The first batch of Wizards arrived in small groups, some engaged in quiet conversation, others resting with closed eyes, and still others observing the Plane like him.

His gaze swept over the Energy fluctuations on these Wizards, and his heart sank slightly.

Sixth Level.

Sixth Level.

Still Sixth Level.

Looking around, the Wizards able to teleport here at this time were almost all Sixth Level High Tier Beings.

Their Energy fluctuations were so dense they almost materialized; some didn’t even need to deliberately release pressure, just by standing there, the Elements around them would involuntarily gather.

Jeming looked down at himself.

Fifth Level.

His level was particularly conspicuous in this circle.

However, upon reconsidering, he felt reassured.

This time, competing for spots was about reaction speed, and his ability to stand out among numerous contenders was due to the information processing prowess of the Fate System and the extreme reaction speed of his true self.

With these two things combined, his nerve reflexes were no slower than those of a Sixth Level Being, and in some respects even faster.

But other Wizards were unaware of this.

They only knew a Fifth Level Wizard had secured a spot and stood here.

Jeming could sense that the eyes gazing upon him carried a certain scrutiny.

The High Tier Wizards’ gaze was subtle, neither contemptuous nor hostile, but rather a cautious assessment, as if evaluating an object of uncertain value.

Wizards are smart people.

They clearly understood that those who made it to this teleportation platform were those who truly secured a spot.

A Fifth Level Wizard emerged victorious among many Sixth and even Seventh Level competitors, either due to incredible luck or some unknown trump card.

And in this circle, "incredible luck" often amounted to a demonstration of strength.

Jeming maintained a calm demeanor, standing quietly, allowing those gazes to pass over him.

He didn’t deliberately hide his level nor actively exert any pressure to prove anything.

In such a setting, any unnecessary action would be detrimental.

The frequency of light flickering on the teleportation platform began to decrease.

Most spot holders had already arrived.

These individuals held loosely spaced positions, maintaining a subtle distance from each other, forming various social circles of differing sizes.

He did not join any but chose a position near the edge of the platform, allowing him to see the entire platform without appearing isolated.

At that moment, a figure appeared at the center of the platform.

There was no fluctuation, as if the face and body had always been there, merely previously concealed by some force and now permitted to appear.

"Void Weaver" Oston.

Eighth Level Grand Mage.

Jeming’s pupils slightly constricted, his Spiritual Power instinctively controlled to the utmost.

Facing a being of such Level, out of basic courtesy, he refrained from using Spiritual Power to sense the other, instead observing with basic five senses.

Oston appeared as a middle-aged man, slender, ordinary-looking, dressed in a dark gray wizard robe, devoid of adornment.

His hair was silver-gray, neatly combed, and his eyes were a very light blue, resembling a diluted sky.

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