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

Chapter 591 Ah? Us?

Five years later.

Standing on the edge of the eastern plain, Jemin looked at the massive magic array before him and sighed softly.

After decades of construction, the Daobing System, a giant magic array covering the entire plain, has finally been fully debugged.

One hundred and eight rune pillars were neatly arranged, each radiating a stable energy fluctuation.

The central control hub has been activated and is ready to go into operation at any time.

"I really want to make one and try it right now..."

Jemin’s tone was full of regret.

According to the records of the Great Dao Book Pavilion, Dao soldiers are best made by using Emperor's Flowing Essence.

Over the years, besides using it for experiments and tests, he has accumulated a considerable amount of imperial fluid, just enough for his needs.

However, refining Dao weapons is not something that can be done overnight.

The preparation work alone takes months, and the actual refining requires a continuous output of mental energy without interruption.

Today is the day I made a promise with Viola.

Jemin withdrew his gaze and turned to walk towards the teleportation array.

"I'll try again when I get back. I hope this trip won't disappoint me."

The teleportation array lit up, and silvery-white spatial energy engulfed him.

Noren One Plane.

The moment Jemin stepped out of the teleportation array, the hairs on his body stood on end.

An invisible pressure surged in from all directions, like the water pressure in the deep sea, heavy and suffocating.

But Jemin quickly calmed down because he immediately realized that it wasn't an attack aimed at him.

It is the natural dissipation of the spiritual power of countless powerful individuals, which converges into an invisible ocean.

He looked up at the sky.

The gray-blue sky trembled slightly, and the entire atmosphere vibrated at a very low frequency.

Ordinary people couldn't feel that kind of vibration, but Jemin could clearly sense it. It was the aftershocks of the power of countless powerful beings, surging and resonating in the air.

As the earliest plane established by the Norn Workshop, Noren Plane 1 has been transformed into something far beyond its original form after hundreds of thousands of years of operation.

Thousands of dimensional fusions and countless spatial expansions have transformed it from a medium-sized plane into a veritable "super-large plane." But at this moment, even the atmosphere of this super-large plane is trembling.

Jemin took a deep breath, suppressing his shock.

He had seen this scene once before.

Decades ago, when Norren Workshop waged a wizarding war against the Chaos Cult and the Tower of Annihilation, tens of thousands of high-ranking wizards gathered together, and the resulting elemental disturbances had this effect.

His previously relaxed expression turned serious.

Aside from that wizard war, he had never seen so many high-ranking wizards gathered together again.

Even when Anton Buchanan was promoted to the eighth level wizard, there weren't as many high-level wizards attending the ceremony as there are now.

"Are we going to have to fight with other wizarding factions again...?"

Jemin muttered to himself.

But he quickly dismissed the guess.

The atmosphere was heavy, but not tense.

The wizards who hurried past did not have the grimness of a battle, but rather a kind of... anticipation?

Jemin shook his head, stopped thinking about it, and strode towards Noren No. 1 Academy.

Along the way, his guesses were repeatedly confirmed.

There are too many high-ranking wizards.

The figures dressed in robes of various colors passed by him, all heading in the same direction.

Level 6 is common, and Level 7 is not uncommon.

A steady stream of high-ranking wizards arrived via the teleportation array, converging on Norren Academy No. 1.

Jemin quickened his pace, passed through the college gates, and walked along the central avenue all the way to the main square.

Then he stopped.

The square is so big that you can't see the end of it.

But at this moment, this vast space is filled with high-level wizards.

Jemin glanced at it and quickly estimated in his mind.

Those figures dressed in various colored robes were at least level six.

There are countless level seven auras; you can see dozens with just a quick scan.

There were no low- or mid-level wizards.

Or rather, wizards below level six had already retreated due to the overwhelming sense of oppression in the square.

Standing at the edge of the square, Jemin suddenly felt that he was somewhat conspicuous.

Because he is only at level five.

He was probably the only Level 5 person in the entire square.

He subconsciously looked for familiar faces, trying to ease the awkwardness of feeling out of place.

Then he saw another person.

In a corner on the other side of the square, a young man in a gray robe stood there, his face filled with a bewildered expression, as if asking, "Why am I here?"—a stark contrast to his confident demeanor years ago.

It's David.

Looking at the other person, Jemin almost burst out laughing.

Like him, level five.

There were only two wizards below level six in the entire square.

Jemin waved from afar.

David noticed him immediately, and with a sigh of relief, squeezed through the crowd and walked over quickly.

"Jamin!" David's voice carried a hint of relief, as if he'd escaped death. "You're here too?"

Jemin nodded. "I was called here. What about you?"

David grimaced. "My mentor sent me here to broaden my horizons. But when I got here, I realized this wasn't about broadening my horizons, it was torture." He lowered his voice and pointed to the high-level wizards around him. "Try being stared at by dozens of level seven wizards at the same time. My legs were shaking."

Jemin couldn't help but laugh: "What a coincidence, actually my legs were shaking too."

"Do you know what's going on?" David asked.

Jemin shook his head: "You've come to the wrong person. I really don't know."

As the two were talking, a lazy female voice suddenly came from behind them.

"What are you two doing standing here in a daze?"

Jemin turned his head and saw Viola walking out of the crowd.

She was wearing a deep purple robe, and her aura was even more profound than when they had met before.

It seems that she had a very "miserable" time under her mentor Clark over the years.

"Senior." Seeing the familiar face, Jieming felt a lot more relaxed. "What exactly happened?"

Viola walked up to the two of them, a playful smile playing on her lips.

"Well..."

Violet stretched out her index finger and waved it in front of the two of them: "Strictly speaking, these wizards gathered because of the two of you." (￥???)

Jemin and David were both stunned.

"Us?" David's voice trembled. "I don't even know what this place is for!"

Jemin frowned as well: "Senior, this joke isn't funny."

"I'm not kidding."

Another voice came from the side.

Jemin turned his head and saw Dean Avery Knight walking slowly towards him.

The headmaster of Norren Academy 147 wore a dark blue robe, exuding the calm and restrained aura of a seventh-level wizard.

"Avery Knight, the Wizard." Jemin bowed.

David bowed as well, his bewilderment deepening.

Avery Knight walked up to the two men, his gaze sweeping over Jemin and David with a slight smile on his lips.

"Viola is right. This 'gathering' is all thanks to the two of you."

Jemin and David exchanged a glance, both seeing shock and bewilderment in each other's eyes.

what?

Us?