Cultivating in the Wizard World-Chapter 275 - 245: Setting Out

Just as the wizards in the square were still searching for their familiar teams.

A figure suddenly descended slowly from the sky, from that piece of black land that looked like an inverted continent.

Jeming was momentarily stunned by this scene.

Something’s not right!

According to the general rules of the Boundary Point, no matter which wizard issues an expedition commission here, the three permanent forces—Nolun Workshop, Tower of Annihilation, and Chaos Secret Sect—will each send a powerful supervisor to accompany the ship.

The purpose of these three wizards is not only to serve as combat power and research support for the expeditionary army but also to supervise the entire journey.

After all, if no one is watching, these profit-driven wizards might run rampant in the chaotic void.

What if these commissioned wizards damage the "Ship Plane" for some personal gain?

Although these are all abandoned planes, after being transformed by the three forces, they still hold significant strategic value.

And using others’ property as the "price" to achieve their own goals for profit, in suitable circumstances, is definitely something wizards can do without any psychological burden.

Therefore, the presence of a "supervisor" is necessary.

Under normal circumstances, to avoid competing for the commission issuer’s leadership, the three forces would at least each send a Fifth Level Wizard to act as supervisors.

But now, there’s only one figure descending...

Unless...

Jeming’s pupils contracted suddenly!

His expression changed as he thought of a possibility.

At the same time, many experienced wizards in the square also noticed this issue.

While they were filled with suspicion, a terrifying aura that seemed to freeze souls descended from the sky like an invisible tide, instantly sweeping over the entire square!

He, or rather It, emanated a powerful aura as unfathomable as the abyss!

This sudden pressure made all the wizards present shiver uncontrollably, falling silent as they looked up.

As the figure in the sky got closer, the oppressive feeling from him grew stronger as well.

Soon, it surpassed some limit that all the wizards present could comprehend!

The previously somewhat noisy square fell completely silent under this pressure.

All the wizards’ expressions unconsciously turned respectful.

Everyone watched this terrifying presence about to descend, with expressions that seemed to welcome his arrival.

The aura emanating from the figure was like the most violent polar blizzard.

Not only did it make it hard to stand in this pressure, but it also struck with a soul-chilling cold!

Watching his hand tremble uncontrollably under this pressure, Jeming confirmed the thought he had earlier:

This expedition’s leading wizard is a Seventh Level Grand Wizard!

No wonder there’s no presence of supervisors from the three forces this time!

With the wealth of a Seventh Level Wizard enough to buy several planes, and that unmatched absolute power, there’s no need for those cumbersome supervision procedures.

Unconsciously, Jeming licked his lips, which had somehow become dry, and looked up with difficulty at the rapidly approaching figure.

Though the figure’s body appeared the size of a normal wizard.

But in Jeming’s perception, he seemed to see an indescribably large black shadow silently standing behind that figure.

The shadow seemed to be a pure law aggregate of chaos and ice.

It was recklessly releasing the terror of a high-level life form, like a vast shadow projecting from higher dimensions, even completely overshadowing the light from the artificial sun at the Boundary Point!

As it drew closer, some weaker First Level Wizards were already turning purple-faced, struggling to breathe, nearly suffocating under this pressure.

Many wizards’ faces were unnaturally flushed, and even the energy in their bodies started showing signs of turbulence.

Jeming stared intently at that unreal yet real black giant shadow, feeling an invisible giant hand gripping his heart tightly.

His body involuntarily twitched violently!

Looking at this oppressive atmosphere where even the air seemed to be completely frozen, Jeming couldn’t help but marvel in his heart:

"This is the true oppressive feel of a Seventh Level Wizard?!"

Jeming had once witnessed from a distance the scene of a Seventh Level Wizard taking action in the Elorcia Plane.

Indeed, it was magnificent, altering the sky with a wave of their hand.

But because the distance was too great, and the wizards at that time deliberately restrained their aura, it didn’t feel as real.

The unknown Seventh Level Wizard before him, in terms of sheer power, might not be as strong as the deans of Nolun Workshop.

But as the leader of this expedition, his unreserved release of his oppressive aura is not at all comparable to the feeling experienced on the Elorcia Plane!

Under the gaze of all, the Seventh Level Wizard shrouded in frost finally descended above the square.

His ice-blue eyes glanced below, nodding symbolically to everyone below without any expression.

Then this wizard introduced his name in a short, cold, emotionless tone:

"I am Dionysius Spencer."

Afterward, Dionysius Spencer directly issued an order, his voice like a winter decree, echoing in every wizard’s mind: "Everyone, immediately enter the ’Ship Plane’. Depart at once!"

As the order was given, the immense pressure that enveloped the entire square dissipated like a retreating tide.

All the wizards who were previously suffocated felt as if they could breathe once more.

Jeming thought he was already accustomed to the efficiency-driven style of wizards, who never gave morale-boosting speeches before expeditions.

But Dionysius Spencer’s simplicity in action still exceeded his expectations.

However, now is not the time to dwell on such matters.

After Dionysius Spencer’s order was issued, Jeming, along with other wizards who suppressed their inner shock, now filled with excitement, soared into the sky, heading toward the black land above.

Like a swarm of locusts, the densely packed wizards efficiently boarded this massive "Ship Plane."

Rumbling...

With the last person on board, this long-silent war machine emitted a low hum.

Soon after, its massive body slowly "ascended," disappearing into the thick clouds of the Boundary Point.

The efficiency of the Seventh Level Wizard’s manipulation of the plane was even more astounding, nearly instantly separating the Ship Plane from the stable mooring port of the Boundary Point to begin wandering through the endless chaotic void.

Having had previous experience, once on the black land, Jeming immediately summoned five massive black giants from his internal space without hesitation.

The surrounding wizards began their respective pre-combat preparations as well.

Various forms of biochemical beasts, elemental puppets, or alien vassal armies, all with completely different existences, were summoned by the wizards.

For a moment, the entire black land was in chaos.

Minutes later, as all the wizards were ready, accompanied by a space-tearing roar from the sky, a space rift wide enough almost to cross the entire sky was violently torn apart by an invisible force!

On the other side of the space rift, a world filled with dense white fog appeared in the eyes of all the wizards present!

The new battlefield has arrived!