After Starcaster Artarius issued those two commands, he paid no attention to the excited wizards.

He casually raised his hand, the movement as lightly dismissive as brushing off dust from his sleeve.

In the next moment, Jeming felt a dull yet exceptionally stable tremor beneath his feet.

It wasn’t the destructive shaking of an earthquake, but more like a vast creation being awakened from slumber, a uniform uplifting as it broke free from the ground’s restraints.

He instinctively looked down, then abruptly raised his head, looking around.

The view was rising!

It wasn’t him flying personally; it was the entire Wizard Camp rising from the ground!

The scale was comparable to a modern megacity, a massive complex filled with towers, factories, laboratories, residential areas, and layered defenses, casually lifting off.

A huge shadow covered the scorched earth below, and at the base of the camp, the extraordinarily complex anti-gravity Rune Array and Space Stabilization Array simultaneously lit up, emanating a vast ocean-like gentle light, lifting the iron city steadily into the sky.

Winds roared at the camp’s edges, stirring up clouds of dust, yet inside the camp, the powerful Energy Field shielded them from feeling any tremor.

Artarius stood on a high platform in the center of the camp, his gray robe remaining utterly still despite the winds stirred by the camp itself, his gaze serenely cast into the distance.

Soon, under the guidance of this Eighth Level Wizard’s will, the entire floating Wizard Camp began to slowly accelerate.

Like a shuttle lifted by an invisible giant hand, it flew towards its destination, steady and swift.

The mountains and lands below zipped by rapidly, and the stability and speed of the flight left Jeming feeling a dizzying thrill.

...

...

On the temple area’s outskirts, several Reaper Race members, panicked and fleeing wildly due to their leader’s "petrification" and the army’s collapse, instinctively dashed towards these ancient structures seemingly imparted with some special significance deep in their civilization’s memory.

They stumbled through the ruined temple gates, their compound eyes scanning the inside frantically.

However, the scene they perceived froze them instantly, even the pheromones they emitted transmitted strong confusion and shock.

The interior of the temple was entirely different from the distorted symbols etched in their memories!

The walls were smooth, embedded with meticulously arranged energy circuits.

The air was dry and clean, filled with a non-natural constant Energy Field.

What disordered their core nerves the most was the altar in the temple’s center, which was supposed to be empty.

Upon it hovered a massive metallic sphere a few meters in diameter!

Vertical energy conduits on the sphere’s surface carried stable flows of gold and silver energy, emitting a low, rhythmic hum.

An incomprehensible sense of majesty and "origin" radiated from the sphere, instinctively shaking them to their souls’ depths.

What... what is this?

How did the temple become like this?!

As these few Reaper Race members stood frozen in shock at the scene before them, their compound eyes flickering chaotically, attempting to approach to understand this sight that overturned their understanding...

They suddenly realized they couldn’t move at all.

Like insects suddenly crashing into invisible solidified resin, they couldn’t even twitch their tiniest antennae.

Their minds were still functioning, but all external interactions and bodily controls were forcibly stripped away.

They remained in their previous postures and expressions, like specimens trapped in amber, solidified in mid-air.

A moment later, shadows descended.

The grand Wizard Camp, under Artarius’s precise manipulation, continuously shifted forms like a nimble construction set.

The core buildings of the camp parted, creating a space large enough to envelop the temple.

Energy tendrils and physical bases extending from the camp’s bottom skillfully avoided the temple itself, seamlessly embedding the entire temple area into the camp’s most central core zone.

The temple, once isolated in the wilderness, instantly became the "heart" of this camp.

Artarius’s figure, along with Jeming and all the eagerly awaiting Logistics Department core wizards, appeared like a deft transposition at the temple’s guarded entrance by the camp.

The Starcaster casually glanced at the few Reaper Race members frozen mid-air like strange sculptures, as if they were merely a few specks of bothersome dust.

He waved his hand casually, space rippled, and those few Reaper Race members vanished without a trace, evidently stored away in some private space used for "sample" storage.

Meanwhile, the gaze of others fell upon the massive mechanical sphere in the temple’s center.

No orders or encouragement was needed.

All the Logistics Department wizards, at the sight of that sphere, their breaths quickened, and their eyes lit up as if they had discovered a priceless treasure!

Every energy pattern flowing across the sphere, each law fluctuation emitted, was to them a knowledge puzzle filled with deadly temptation!

"This is the core control unit of the Time Paradox Generator..."

"Quick! Record the basic energy spectrum!"

"Pay attention to its information interface mode, it might be vastly different from our rune system!"

"Don’t be hasty... Conduct a non-invasive scan first!"

They were like a swarm of bees drawn to nectar, eager yet maintaining the restraint and order of researchers, all rushing forward.

They took out various precision detection instruments, recording runes, analysis crystals... and began cautiously conducting preliminary detection and research on the metal sphere from all angles, using various methods.

The temple was instantly filled with the low humming of instruments, the rapid reporting of data, and the suppressed murmurs of excitement.

However, amidst this suddenly heated research atmosphere, Jeming appeared somewhat preoccupied.

He didn’t immediately join his colleagues in the research but quietly walked over to Artarius.

The Star Forger seemed unsurprised by his approach, his gaze remained calmly on the fervent researchers, but he asked softly, "What’s wrong? You seem troubled."

Jeming pondered for a moment, organizing his thoughts: "Your Excellency, before... I was forced into that time branch, I briefly accessed the information storage area inside this sphere. I saw some... records of the reasons this plane’s civilization created this ’weapon’."

He looked up at Artarius’s profile, deep as the starry sky: "According to the residual information, this plane had detected other unimaginably powerful civilizations in extremely distant regions. It was that civilization... or rather, the residual ripples from its conflict, traversing immeasurable distances, nearly destroyed the primitive civilization of the Reaper Race as they were about to step out of the plane, directly prompting them to create this ’Time Paradox Generator’ for self-preservation."

His tone carried a trace of gravity and excitement: "If that information is true, it means that in the deep space of our Star Ring Federation territory, there might be an unknown civilization of extremely high energy level and great threat..."

He didn’t finish his sentence, but the implication was clear.

A ripple capable of spawning a civilization that transforms itself into a space-time fortress, how terrifying must the origin be?

The force of this magnitude is likely Ninth Level, to be safe, we should seek assistance from the Star Ring Federation.

After listening, Artarius neither showed surprise nor became serious.

He even blinked, a gesture somewhat too human for an Eighth Level Wizard.

The Star Forger fell silent for a moment, as if conducting high-speed mental calculations and memory retrieval.

Then, he turned his head, looking at Jeming, a subtle smile appearing on his face.

"So that’s what you’re worried about." His voice was gentle, yet it stunned Jeming, "No need to worry."

"Hm?" Jeming was puzzled.

"Based on the clues you’ve provided... the approximate timing of the disaster and the general direction and energy characteristics of the shock wave’s transmission for back calculation and comparison..." Artarius’s tone was relaxed, as if recounting an old amusing story, "If I haven’t miscalculated, the ’disaster ripple’ that nearly wiped out this poor civilization and scared them into locking themselves up..."

He paused, his smile deepening slightly:

"The source, likely around one hundred and two thousand standard wizard years ago, was during a mid-scale encounter that took place when an expeditionary army led by a Ninth Level Wizard from our Star Ring Federation, eradicating a malignant proliferating civilization called the ’Void Spawn’. That battle’s residual glow."

"The main battlefield of that battle was indeed extremely far from this plane. For there to be a sliver of power leaking over and causing such effects, I’d say it’s just their misfortune."

Jeming was completely stunned, his mouth slightly agape, momentarily unsure what to say.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

The "unknown terrifying enemy" that the Reaper Race Civilization regarded as an apocalyptic disaster, feared so much they’d collectively "ascend" to guard against...

The "universal disaster" that led to the complex and tragic space-time weapon before his eyes...

The source was actually the Wizard Civilization itself?

Was it a spark casually spilled during a fight between their own leaders?

This...

He instinctively turned his head, looking towards the center of the temple.

There, numerous Logistics Department wizards were gathered around the metal sphere, their expressions focused and fervent.

The instruments in their hands flickered with various lights, attempting to analyze, understand, and ultimately master this "artifact" forged by another civilization amidst extreme fear.

And the source of that fear was themselves.

An indescribable sense of destiny, intertwined with absurdity, realization, and profound sighs, slowly spread across Jeming’s heart.

A civilization enclosed itself because of the wizard’s combat ripples, creating a time loop.

Countless years later, the wizards arrived, broke the loop, and acquired this "weapon," embodying all the civilization’s fear and struggle, and began researching it with keen interest.

The gears of fate, at this moment, meshed into an unspeakable circle.

"So," Artarius’s voice pulled Jeming’s thoughts back, he patted Jeming’s shoulder, his tone returning to its usual calm and profound.

"Focus on the present, Wizard Jeming. Our journey is the Endless Void, encountering various unexpected events along the way, leaving all kinds of... traces. What’s important is what we can learn from these traces, what we can take from them."

He looked at the mechanical sphere, his eyes shining with pure curiosity:

"For instance, how to better understand time, create our own ’Paradox Generator,’ or... find the next civilization shocked into potential by us."

Jeming remained silent for a moment, took a deep breath, suppressing those complex emotions.

He turned his gaze back to the sphere, his eyes becoming determined and focused.

Be it destiny or coincidence.

The wizard’s path forever looks forward, advancing towards the unknown and knowledge.