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

Chapter 721 Negotiation

"Jermin."

Suddenly, the voice of the Broadleaf Wizard resounded in his mind.

Jemin turned his head and saw that Broadleaf Wizard had moved to a short distance beside him at some point.

The amber-colored light of the law flowed slowly in the void, outlining his entire figure with exceptional clarity.

Those deep brown eyes were now fixed on Jemin, as if examining an extremely rare tool.

"That old bastard Avery told me that your resistance to the Reflection Dimensional Channel is exceptionally strong," the Broadleaf Wizard said, a strange anticipation in his voice. "How strong?"

After a moment's thought, Jemin decided to tell the truth.

"My current situation... allows me to withstand the difference in dimensionality without getting hurt."

Broadleaf Wizard's eyes suddenly lit up, and Jemin could even sense the obvious surprise in his otherwise calm expression.

"He also said that your true form is very large," the Broadleaf Wizard continued, his words a beat faster than before. "How large?"

Jemin blinked, a bad feeling quietly rising in his heart.

He was all too familiar with that tone.

The implication of "Let me see if you can be of any use" was practically overflowing.

"A humanoid figure over a thousand meters tall, I suppose," Jemin replied.

"Your entire body can withstand the dimensional difference?" Kuoye asked, his eyes shining even brighter.

That ominous premonition instantly grew stronger.

Like a trap that has already been triggered twice, it is now prompting him with a rune that lights up for the third time: Run!

………right."

Ultimately, the allure of knowledge about the dimensions of reflection led Jemin to give an affirmative answer.

Broadleaf Wizard nodded: "Okay."

What's so good about it?

What exactly is so good about it?

You should explain yourself clearly!

Jemin opened his mouth, internally ranting and raving.

But the Broadleaf Wizard had already turned away, leaving him only with a silhouette outlined by the amber-colored light of the law.

At the same time, the surrounding level seven wizards also began to adjust their positions, and the light of the solidified law domains rose and fell in the void, clearly making final preparations for the upcoming battle.

Jemin swallowed the question that was already on the tip of his tongue and took a deep breath.

The Void Armor on his body surface began to gradually increase its power from standby mode, his heart pounded, and his body felt a slight warmth deep within. He was now ready to fight at any moment.

Jemin turned his gaze back to the dragon, which had now fully awakened.

Surprisingly, after the dragon awoke, it did not exhibit any rage or chaos.

The enormous dragon head, nearly the size of a planet, tilted slightly, its dark golden eyes slowly sweeping over the dozen tiny figures suspended in the void. Deep within the iris of its eyes, extremely fine lines pulsated slowly, each line appearing as if polished over countless years.

Those were not the eyes of a wild beast, but the eyes of a truly intelligent being.

A pair of eyes that have endured the long years, accumulated a vast amount of knowledge, and are capable of making complex deductions in an instant.

The first emotion that Jemin read in those eyes was not anger or tyranny, but a kind of wise calm.

Unlike any other being he had ever encountered that had been "forcibly awakened," this dragon clearly understood exactly what had happened to it. The moment it awoke, it made the most accurate judgment: it had been forcibly pulled back to the main world by the dragon elder through a life sacrifice, and the creatures hovering in the void before it were there to deal with the threat of its awakening.

This is understandable.

After all, this is an ancient being capable of independently researching reflection dimension technology and setting up cross-dimensional insurance mechanisms.

Its wisdom is no less than that of any of the wizards present, and in some areas it may even far surpass them.

A being of this caliber, even if forcibly dragged back to reality from a long period of stagnation, wouldn't simply roar like a wild beast. The Broadleaf Wizard flew forward a distance, deliberately entering the dragon's direct line of sight.

His solidified domain of laws fully unfolded, and amber light spread out in the void, forming a stable field of light, like a transparent tower suspended in the darkness.

He stopped directly in front of the dragon's head, his posture neither humble nor arrogant, his voice calmly piercing through the endless chaotic void, reaching the consciousness of every living being present. "I am Broadleaf, a seventh-level wizard of the Norn Workshop, and the current administrator of the Dragonkin plane. May I ask your name?"

Long Tong slowly focused on him, remaining silent for several breaths.

Then, a resonance of consciousness, almost solidified into a tangible form, resounded simultaneously in the mental seas of all the wizards.

"My name... has been forgotten."

"My people call me 'Shuoyuan' (meaning 'origin')."

Dragon's eyes shifted slightly, as if recalling a name he hadn't used in a long time.

"This plane was once my territory. You have invaded my territory, made my blood my servants, and my body my soil."

"What right do you have to stand before me?"

Broadleaf Wizard's expression remained unchanged, maintaining his businesslike demeanor.

"We can discuss the historical issues of the Dragonman plane later. Right now, on behalf of Noren Workshop, I would like to propose a collaborative research agreement to you."

He raised his hand and made a gesture, and an amber-colored light screen immediately appeared in the void.

On the light screen, a series of detailed terms and conditions were neatly listed.

"Your Excellency possesses extremely valuable research data on the Reflection Dimension, as well as formidable combat power at the Sub-Ninth Rank. Norren Workshop can provide you with the resources you need to recover, an independent research plane, and shared access to all knowledge at the Second Rank and below."

"Your Excellency only needs to promise not to be an enemy of the wizarding civilization and to participate in joint research projects regularly. As for the specific resource allocation and research schedule—'cooperation'?"

Shuoyuan interrupted him.

When that word was uttered from its resonance of consciousness, it carried an extremely obvious sense of awkwardness, as if chewing on a completely unfamiliar foreign word. "You are as insignificant as dust, yet you presume to sit on equal footing with me."

"I have been trapped in the cracks of the reflection dimension for tens of millions of years, witnessing the birth and death of dimensions and the reshaping of the laws of time."

"You insignificant beings of level seven..."

Its dragon eyes narrowed slightly, and its tone was filled with an undisguised arrogance.

"Who do you think you are to discuss cooperation with me?"

Broadleaf Wizard raised his hand to retract the light screen, his tone remaining calm.

"Your Excellency was trapped in the Reflection Dimension for tens of millions of years. The reason you have been able to awaken today is because the insurance policy you left behind has been activated."

"But have you considered why the dragon elder who activated the safety measure—your last pure-blooded descendant—would choose to sacrifice his own life to forcibly activate an incomplete magic circle?"

He paused slightly, his gaze as calm as a deep pool of water.

"Because we had driven him to the brink... or in other words, I was the one who called you back, so I have some understanding of your general situation."

"Having understood your situation, I am still willing to recall you and have proposed a fairly reasonable cooperation plan... Under these circumstances, are you truly certain that you wish to reject my proposal?"

In Shuoyuan's dragon eyes, a faint fluctuation finally appeared.

"How dare you threaten me?!"

Having grasped the meaning behind Broadleaf Wizard's words, Shuoyuan's tone was filled with arrogant anger that had been stung.

Immediately, the resonance of Shuoyuan's consciousness resounded again, his tone still as if looking down upon the dust:

"The incompetence of my descendants does not mean that I am incompetent as well."

"You are nothing but a bunch of people who call themselves 'wizards'..."

Its words suddenly stopped.

When the word "wizard" is mentioned, it's as if some detail suddenly pierced the depths of its understanding.

Those huge, dark golden pupils refocused, and this time they didn't look at Kuoye, but at everyone else.

From the level seven wizards behind Broadleaf, to the level six wizards on the flanks, and then to Jemin standing at the rear of the group.

Its pupils swept over the solidified domains of law surrounding everyone, finally settling on the badge of the Norn Workshop on the collar of the Broadleaf Mage's robe. That badge bore the most standard insignia of wizarding civilization.

The next instant, Shuoyuan's dragon eyes suddenly contracted.

Its dragon wings suddenly burst open to their maximum size from a half-open position, and the law patterns on the surface of its scales accelerated instantly from a slow pulsation, stirring up visible energy ripples in the void.

The calm and arrogant indifference that had preceded it was torn to shreds in less than an instant.

Instead, there was an emotion that made even Jemin subconsciously tense up.

Anger...and fear.

"wizard."

When Shuoyuan uttered this word this time, the intensity of the resonance of consciousness was more than an order of magnitude higher than before, and every syllable seemed to be wrapped in anger that was about to overflow its boundaries.

"You...you are wizards?!"

Its dragon head suddenly rose, and a roar deeper than when it awoke resounded from the depths of its throat.

The sound pierced through the endless chaotic void and the solidified domain of laws, directly penetrating the depths of the consciousness of all living beings present.

It is confirming, confirming that what exists before it is something it least wants to face again from the depths of its memory.

While resisting the impact of the dragon's roar on his consciousness, Jieming kept his True Illusion-Breaking Eyes locked onto Shuoyuan.

A pale silver vortex spun wildly deep within the pupils, recording every change in the law patterns on the dragon's body, every frequency of energy pulse, and every emotional spectrum of consciousness fluctuations into the spiritual sea.

But Jemin was thinking about something else.

A level eight peak dragon, just forcibly dragged back from the Reflection Dimension, shows fear in the face of a dozen or so creatures, the highest of which are no more than level seven. Does that mean... this guy knows about the existence of wizards?

The Broadleaf Wizard sighed softly, his tone carrying a weary "I knew it" tone: "What a pity, it seems this dragon comes from a union of multiple races..."

A nearby wizard scoffed, "Just think about it. There are only a handful of forces capable of independently exploring the Reflection Dimension. Do you really expect this dragon to research and develop any technology related to the Reflection Dimension on its own?"

Kuoye shook his head regretfully: "Even so, there is still a possibility of cooperation. These guys are too overreacting..." He took a step back, and the amber-colored solidified law domain began to reconstruct in battle mode. The edge of the light domain changed from soft to sharp, like a circle of blades closing in.

Then, he raised his hand and made a simple gesture to the dozen or so wizards behind him.

"Negotiations have broken down; prepare for battle."