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

Chapter 594 Intimidation

The teleportation had just ended, and before Jemin could even see his surroundings clearly, he felt his body sink.

It was a feeling of oppression from the depths of his soul, as if the entire world was collapsing towards him.

Jemin's knees bent involuntarily, and he fell downwards uncontrollably.

"Hold on tight."

Clark's voice rang in my ears.

A hand landed on his shoulder, while another force supported his arm from the other side—Viola had also made her move.

With the help of the two men, Jemin steadied himself and gasped for breath.

He didn't even have time to react before his mind and body were crushed by some invisible force.

Jemin straightened up and carefully sensed his surroundings before finally understanding what had happened.

That was... an aura of power.

The spiritual pressure unconsciously emanating from countless high-level wizards converged to form an invisible ocean.

The oppressive aura was omnipresent and as heavy as a physical substance, making every breath he took require his full strength.

Jemin looked up.

They stood on a huge metal platform. Wizards stood densely packed around them.

Those level six wizards, who are rarely seen in normal times, are now gathered together like ordinary people.

Level 7 wizards are not uncommon; you can see them in groups at a glance.

Some of them were talking in hushed tones, some were resting with their eyes closed, and others were observing their colleagues around them.

And in the sky...

Jemin tilted his head back, his pupils contracting slightly.

Many people were also floating freely in the sky.

Given that level six and level seven wizards can only land on the ground, the fact that those people are qualified to fly means that their level is... level eight.

Moreover, the number is unusually exaggerated.

As Jemin looked at the crowds stretching across the sky to the horizon without diminishing, he couldn't help but swallow hard.

The level eight wizards were scattered in the sky, some hovering alone, others conversing in twos and threes.

They all tacitly tried to restrain their power as much as possible, but the mental pressure that unconsciously emanated from them gathered together to form this terrifying pressure that almost killed him on the spot.

Jemin took a deep breath and glanced around.

As he had expected, he wasn't the only one struggling.

Many of the level six wizards did not look too good.

Some people were sweating profusely, some were biting their lips tightly, and some needed to hold onto their companions to keep their balance.

Even among the seventh-level wizards, some appeared somewhat uncomfortable, their brows furrowed, as if they were resisting something.

Suddenly, something dawned on Jemin's mind.

The reason why only high-level wizards are allowed to participate in this operation is probably not only because low-level wizards are unlikely to have counterparts, but also because of this.

Too many high-level wizards gathered together, their naturally emanating pressure alone was enough to kill any low-level wizard without sufficient protection. "Are you alright?" Clark's voice came.

Jemin turned to look at his mentor.

Clark stood beside him, one hand still on his shoulder, that invisible protective layer still enveloping him.

"Thank you, mentor." Jemin nodded. "It's nothing."

Viola stood on the other side, her face a little pale, but her condition was clearly much better than most of the level six wizards around her.

She gritted her teeth, her gaze sweeping over the figures of the level eight wizards in the sky, a hint of resentment flashing in her eyes.

"Senior sister?" Jemin glanced at her.

"I won't die," Viola said through gritted teeth, her voice tinged with a hint of bravado.

Clark didn't say much, he just nodded slightly.

He looked up into the distance and said calmly, "Everyone on this ship right now is a wizard from the Star Ring Federation. The four major powers will meet up first, and then we'll head to that parallel wizard civilization."

As he spoke, Clark led the two of them, following the flow of people, toward the outside of the metal platform.

Jemin followed his gaze.

Beyond the flat metal edge lies a vast plain.

The plains were teeming with people, with level six wizards as dense as grains of sand and level seven wizards everywhere.

And further away, there existed a vast amount of energy so profound that he could not perceive it at all.

This is the power of the Star Ring Federation, and it's not even at full strength...

As Jemin was reflecting on this, he suddenly felt several gazes falling on him.

He turned his head and saw several level seven wizards walking towards him. They were clearly acquainted with Clark, waving in greeting from afar. "Clark, you're here too," the white-haired wizard at the head of the group said with a smile. "It's rare to see you out."

Clark nodded slightly: "Let's take a look."

The white-haired wizard's gaze fell on Jemin, and he looked him up and down.

"Is this your student?" A hint of approval flashed in his eyes. "Not bad. Standing here at level five, he has potential."

Jemin quickly bowed and said, "You flatter me, senior."

The white-haired wizard waved his hand, chatted with Clark for a few more words, and then took his leave.

Similar scenes repeated themselves several times as the group moved forward.

People kept coming over to greet Clark, and when they saw Jemin and Viola, they would casually offer a few words of praise.

Jemin returned the greetings respectfully, but inwardly he was observing them.

He noticed that, besides himself, there were other wizards below level six following the elders.

Most of those people were only at level four or five, and they didn't look very old. At this moment, they were obediently standing behind their elders, barely able to move around here with the help of their elders.

"Those should be from forces closer to the starting plane," Viola leaned closer and explained in a low voice. "Or perhaps we can confirm that their ancestors were human bloodlines that were directly moved from the starting plane. Let's bring them over and see if we can try our luck."

Jemin understood.

The Primitive Plane is the birthplace of wizarding civilization, and families that migrated from the Primitive Plane are most likely to find their counterparts in parallel worlds. As for himself... or rather, this body of his, it comes from the Noren 13 Plane.

Norren Workshop is a relatively "new" organization, and its serial number is not number 1. The ancestors of this body of Jemin's were native inhabitants who were directly transformed into humans of the wizard civilization.

The chances of finding an isotope are extremely slim.

Jemin had already figured this out, and he had no regrets.

Jemin withdrew his gaze, felt the pressure around him, and took a deep breath.

His gaze passed over Clark's shoulder and landed on that invisible ocean of oppressive power.

The spiritual pressure naturally emanating from countless high-level wizards is fatal to ordinary low-level wizards.

But for him, who was practicing the Body Tempering Technique... it was an excellent opportunity to cultivate.

Jemin closed his eyes, and his mental energy transformed into a thin thread, cautiously probing out of Clark's protective range.

The oppressive force surged forth like a tidal wave, almost crushing the thin thread.

Jemin gritted his teeth and frantically activated his body-strengthening technique.

The mental energy strands that were crushed by the pressure were regenerated at a faster pace under the blessing of the body tempering technique. The regenerated strands were more resilient and more resistant to this pressure than before.

Endure, adapt, evolve...

Jemin felt like a piece of iron being repeatedly forged, with each forging removing impurities and making the structure more compact.

The oppressive aura emanating from those high-ranking wizards was that forging hammer.

The pressure transmitted through mental energy also acted simultaneously on the body. With the body tempering technique running at full power, both mental energy and the body's adaptability to this pressure were increasing at an exaggerated rate.

As his soul strength increased, he was able to probe out more and more spiritual power.

This also caused the pressure he could feel from the surroundings to become clearer and clearer, and the pressure he was under was constantly increasing.

The body-tempering technique was running wildly, and a sharp pain came from the depths of his soul, but the corners of Jemin's mouth turned up slightly.

Regardless of what rewards or gains he might receive after this "gathering," he has already made a profit just by being able to train through this pressure.

After all, under normal circumstances, it's impossible to find so many high-level wizards gathered together.