I, a cultivator, have ended up in the wizarding world

Chapter 768 The True Form of the End

The moment they made contact, it felt as if Jemin's senses were completely swallowed up.

His body remained standing in the center of the quiet room, but his vision, perception, and understanding of the world were forcibly removed from their original coordinate system at this moment.

The physical structure of the Purgatory Sulfur Plane disappeared from his sight.

Instead, there was a boundless void filled with countless points of light.

Those tiny points of light were densely packed, distributed in every corner of the field of vision.

The vibrant colors twist and intertwine, creating a chaotic and psychedelic backdrop.

Each point of light is a turbulent current of elements, tumbling, colliding, splitting, and merging in the endless chaotic void... without ever stopping. And on this distorted background, a few orderly points of light are sparsely scattered.

Their luster is stable, and their color is gentle, like pearls carefully arranged by an invisible hand.

Those were the planes of the wizarding civilization, each emitting a marker of "this is the territory of the wizarding civilization" at its own unique frequency. But what Jemin was truly drawn to at this moment was not these planes.

Rather, it is a certain direction of the edge of perception.

Even with his perception deliberately suppressed to an extremely low level, that "light" still penetrated all the suppression and forcefully occupied the boundaries of his perception in an almost tyrannical manner.

It was a pure white light curtain.

So white that no other color is mixed in, so white that even perception itself trembles.

It pressed down from a certain direction in his field of vision, like an entire sky burning with pure white flames, slowly collapsing. Jemin knew he was still infinitely far from that barrier of light; the energy impact couldn't possibly reach him.

Even so, one can still feel an indescribable sense of oppression!

The absolute order contained within that white light, its size, its luminosity, and its overwhelming presence that instilled instinctive fear in all creatures that saw it—Jeremy instinctively held his breath.

Although he wouldn't have this ability in his state of merging with the origin of the plane, human instinct still caused his chest to make this movement. He finally understood why Viola had asked him to reduce the intensity of his perception.

If he were to merge with the plane's origin with his highest level of perception without any preparation, this white light would be enough to completely engulf his perception and vision in an instant. The impact would be enough to damage his mental power on the spot.

Actively reducing your perception is like putting on sunglasses beforehand to see the midday sun.

Although it's still glaring, at least it won't directly burn your eyes.

Instead of acting rashly, Jemin followed Viola's advice, maintaining the current sensory suppression and slowly expanding the boundaries of his perception. As the boundaries widened inch by inch, more background light spots came into view.

The pure white light curtain finally began to take shape from "a whole expanse of infinite light".

Its edges feature a gentle gradient, transitioning from pure white to pale gold, and then to transparency, resembling a boundless ocean of light with foam churning on its surface.

Around it, numerous planes of wizarding civilizations were slowly shifting, their markings rippled out in the senses, forming thin lines, each line moving away from the white light.

Jemin suddenly paused, startled.

Among those thin lines moving in opposite directions, there is an extremely faint line that connects to the origin of his perception.

That is the Sulfur Plane of Purgatory.

He suddenly realized: the Sulfur Plane of Purgatory was also moving.

It was moving at an extremely slow, yet absolutely continuous, speed, away from the white light.

All planes of wizarding civilizations are fleeing from it.

Jemin continued to expand his perception outwards and finally "saw" the approximate area of ​​the pure white light screen.

It almost filled half of the area of ​​the field of vision, and the gradient light at the edge extended to the other side of the field of vision, as if someone had used white and gold paint to paint an endless trace in the void.

Based on the theory of perception in the endless chaotic void, it should be a pure and extremely ordered elemental force.

Its elemental density is so high that it cannot be measured by conventional units, and its order is so strong that it has carved out a pure region without a trace of turbulence in the endless chaotic void.

The oppressive feeling he had just experienced was the real presence of this power.

Jemin felt like a mortal standing in front of a supernova that was about to explode.

Although separated by a vast distance for mortals, the power of that "supernova" itself could easily spread over.

What's even more alarming is that this white light is continuing to expand at an extremely slow pace.

Meanwhile, the surrounding planes of wizarding civilizations were moving outwards at a pace synchronized with its expansion, always maintaining a safe distance. Jemin recalled Viola's words and couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion:

"Indeed, beings of this level don't need any special markings..."

Once merged with the origin of the plane, any wizard will immediately detect this white light within their perception field of vision.

It is not marked because it is the mark itself.

It is the starting plane of the wizarding civilization.

In other words, regardless of what the original plane was, it is now the initial coordinate system for all planes of the wizarding civilization, with this as the zero point. All planes of the wizarding civilization were given relative movement capabilities at the beginning of their transformation.

No matter how many new planes the wizarding civilization conquered, and no matter where those planes were dragged into the endless chaotic void, they always maintained a fixed safe distance from this white light.

Suddenly, Jemin understood the true meaning of the title "Apostle of the End".

The reason for choosing this term—octopus people, a multi-racial alliance, and all civilizations once crushed by wizarding civilizations—is already obvious. The end was not brought about by wizards.

In the end, there was a white light behind the wizard.

Wizards are simply those who walk ahead of the end.

The white light expanded at an unstoppable speed through the endless chaotic void, absorbing or annihilating all elements in its path. Meanwhile, all the planes of the wizarding civilization consistently advanced outwards before the white light could penetrate.

The wizard arrived before the white light.

When the wizard arrived, civilization came to an end.

For other civilizations in the endless chaotic void, the order in which they saw it was: first the wizard, then the end. The wizard was not the end itself, but rather the herald of its arrival.

Even if those civilizations were lucky enough not to be conquered by the wizards, they would still be swallowed up by the white light and eventually come to an end.

In a sense, the wizards' constant search for and expansion of planes actually saved many planes that lacked sufficient strength.

Jemin slowly withdrew his senses and dispelled the fusion state.

As his feet stepped back onto the hard stone floor of the quiet room, the light of the domain automatically receded back into his body.

The rune walls of the quiet room remained as still as ever, while the Five Elements Transformation Rainbow Mirror floated beside him, emitting a faint golden light.

He remained silent for a long time before opening the magic network terminal and sending a message to Viola.

"What exactly is that white light in the starting plane?"

Not long after the message was sent, Viola's reply popped up.

"You saw it?" she asked.

Jemin stared at the line of text and replied, "I see it. What is it?"

This time, Viola took quite a while to reply.

"To be honest, I'm not entirely sure either. It seems that only level eight wizards are qualified to know the specific reasons behind it."

"However, when I was chatting with Master Anton, he mentioned it briefly."

Jemin frowned. "What?"

"That was the product of an experiment by a level nine wizard."