chsdbacks Chapter 549 Strange Dimensions and Silence
Chapter 549 Strange Dimensions and Silence
Before the dizziness from the long-distance teleportation had completely dissipated, Jemin felt the desolate and hard texture beneath his feet.
The air was extremely sparse in terms of free elements, and it had a dry, rusty smell.
He looked up and saw an endless, dark red wasteland all around him, with the occasional massive metal structure half-buried in the soil at the horizon. "It's the ship dimension," Jemin said knowingly.
He was all too familiar with these war bases converted from abandoned planes.
The space is stable and suitable for large-scale troop concentrations. Its only drawback is the scarcity of free elements, making it the primary military base for wizards to conduct interdimensional wars.
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The air vibrated continuously, and the surrounding area lit up with teleportation lights.
One figure after another emerged from the silvery-white spatial ripples, each exuding an aura more exaggerated than the last.
Jemin glanced at it and was slightly alarmed.
Each wizard who emerged from the light exuded a sense of oppression that distorted the air.
In the elite missions he had participated in before, level two and three formal wizards were the main force.
But here, level four and five wizards are everywhere you look, and there are even level six great wizards whose every move resonates with the laws of nature.
On several high platforms further away, several unfathomable auras stood silently.
"That's... Level 7?" Jemin concealed his aura, realizing the truth in his heart.
"Information processing and fate-related knowledge... these are indeed fields where high-level wizards congregate."
Similarly, planes involving information processing and the laws of fate are the domain of high-ranking wizards.
Wizards who are not of a high enough level may not even be able to sense the presence of enemies here, let alone fight.
Wizards are intelligent people, so naturally they wouldn't throw away their lives so easily.
However, Jemin quickly shifted his attention away from his colleagues.
He turned to look at the sky above, and his pupils suddenly contracted.
The sky above the ship's position was torn apart by a massive black rift spanning thousands of miles.
On the other side of the rift, the most striking feature was not the colorful chaotic void, but a presence that would send chills down the spine of any researcher. It was a sphere so perfectly regular that it resembled a work of art.
Generally speaking, under normal circumstances, the background color of the endless chaotic void is distorted and chaotic, like countless colors of paint being randomly splashed together and then stirred wildly.
The so-called planes are essentially just a group of elements that, by chance, form an order, resulting in a miracle.
Therefore, even the most clearly defined dimensional barriers are not particularly conspicuous in the vast, endless chaotic void. A normal plane embedded in the endless chaotic void is like a small patch of slightly more unified color in a chaotic scene, barely discernible in its outline. But this plane is different!
This plane... is too regular.
The entire plane is a perfect sphere, a circle in the geometric sense.
Moreover, its color is pure white, without any other hues, as if all the colors within it have been forcibly unified to the same frequency by some force. Against the backdrop of the chaotic, distorted, and colorful endless void, this plane appears as a geometric shape forcibly sculpted by some supreme logic. It floats against the chaotic void, jarringly out of place.
What's even stranger is that this dimension feels eerily desolate.
Jemin had seen countless planes, even those on the verge of collapse or those whose resources had been completely drained, which the wizards called abandoned planes. There were still some "movements" there: energy tides, elemental flows, and even the rhythm of the plane itself.
But this white sphere was completely empty.
It hovered there silently, without atmospheric circulation, without dimensional oscillation, and without any reaction.
Like a lifeless, pale eyeball, it looked down at the entire void.
"This is too regular..." Jemin muttered. "It's so regular that it doesn't seem like a natural product, but more like a giant... storage unit." In any case, with Jemin's current reconnaissance methods, he couldn't find any flaws in this sphere no matter what.
"What the hell is this thing...?"
The whispers of a wizard could be heard from not far away.
Without turning his head, Jemin knew that it was a supporter who had just been teleported over, just like him.
As more and more supporting wizards arrived, the strange sphere in the sky was also discovered by more and more people.
A disturbance spread through the crowd.
The wizards around them began to utter low murmurs, a mixture of amazement, fervor, and solemnity.
Lower-ranking wizards may feel fear when faced with the terror of the unknown, but for these elites who pursue truth, it is more of a greed and excitement for higher-level knowledge.
Curiosity, surprise, excitement...
A mix of emotions mingled together, yet no one dared to make a rash move.
After all, no wizard who can cultivate to this level is a fool.
There were still three days until the scheduled meeting time. Some people gathered in small groups, whispering among themselves, while others found a corner to rest with their eyes closed. Jemin also looked away.
He crouched down and placed his palms on the ground of the wasteland.
The alchemy was activated, and the grayish-brown soil writhed, solidified, and took shape under the influence of mental energy...
In the blink of an eye, a simple yet comfortable chair appeared on the spot through the power of alchemy.
Jemin sat down leisurely, closed his eyes, and let his consciousness sink into the inner world of his body.
"Synchronous self-test begins."
Inside the cave, five hundred black giant priests sat in neat rows around an altar that had already been erected.
That was an information transmission device that was paired with the Destiny System. It could establish cross-dimensional communication with a vast community of believers in the distant Sulfur Plane of Purgatory through the link of incense and deities, and obtain support from the Destiny System.
"How are the altar and destiny system functioning?"
"Master, the Fate System load is 3.2%, logic verification is normal, and information overflow redundancy has been cleared." The voice of the Black Giant Priest Chief echoed in Jemin's mind.
At the same time, the black giant priest also projected the information he saw on the light screen:
[Destiny System Connection Status: Stable]
Interspatial energy transfer: Normal
[Information flow parsing efficiency: 88%]
Although the additional transmission system slightly reduced efficiency, it was still sufficient.
Jemin regained his senses with satisfaction.
Three days is enough time for him to confirm the operational status of the destiny system, so he doesn't need to worry about it failing on the battlefield.
Three days later at noon, an immense pressure that seemed capable of igniting the entire wasteland descended without warning.
The oppressive force came without warning, yet it felt as heavy as a seat pressing down on everyone's shoulders.
Jemin's breath hitched, and his internal spiritual energy automatically circulated to resist it, then the oppressive aura vanished instantly.
All the wizards on the wasteland rose at the same time.
In the sky, a man with eyes flashing red like starlight descended.
He was a middle-aged male wizard who appeared to be in his early forties, with short, gray-white hair, a stern face, and wearing a minimalist gray robe. He didn't emanate any energy; he simply hovered there quietly, yet all the wizards present instinctively lowered their gazes.
Without a doubt, this is the initiator of this interdimensional war, the level eight wizard who led the group.
"I am Martin from Ashheart."
The man's voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.
"You should have read the intelligence about this dimension before you came," Martin said, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. "But the intelligence didn't explain the dangers of this dimension in detail. What I'm telling you now is that this dimension is exceptionally dangerous, especially in terms of data and information processing capabilities. If any of you lack confidence in yourselves in this area, it's not too late to leave now."
Nobody moved.
The entire room fell silent; no one wavered.
Martin seemed to have anticipated this; he raised his hand, and a grand holographic image unfolded before the crack.
Those are images recorded from the ship's position plane.
In the scene, Martin, the "Heart of Ashes," leads the charge, followed by five level seven wizards, dozens of level six wizards, and a dense army of over 100,000 wizards.
They passed through the black rift and entered a pure white dimension.
then……
The moment they stepped into the plane, trouble struck.
Team leader Martin wasn't affected much.
But behind him, three level seven wizards instantly lost consciousness and fell straight down.
Immediately afterwards, twenty level six wizards fell to the ground at the same time, like puppets whose strings had been cut simultaneously.
The wizarding army further back was in chaos. Large numbers of those in the front ranks fell, while those in the back finally reacted, halting abruptly and retreating cautiously. The scene freezes.
Martin's voice rang out from "Heart of Ash": "We have examined all the affected wizards. All of them, along with their magic terminals, personal magical artifacts, and even the various imprints in their mental seas, have fallen into a strange state of 'silence'."
Martin waved his hand, and hundreds of floating medical pods were transported to the center of the wasteland and distributed evenly among the surrounding wizards for observation.
The hatch opened, revealing the "comatose" wizards inside.
Jemin quickly approached one of the wizards.
She was a level six female wizard, still wearing her battle robes.
Jemin activated his all-seeing eye, and a massive stream of data flowed through it.
His physical functions were normal, his mental sea was intact, and even the magic network terminal was still running, and his mental sea was also active.
Those imprints, thought processes, and even instinctive spell calculations were all functioning normally.
Like a machine, the engine is turning, the gears are moving, and all the parts are working properly...
But it just "had no effect whatsoever".
"Their minds are still operating wildly, perhaps even going through hundreds of battles in their heads." Jemin took a deep breath. "But all the output vanished just before it started."
He then understood why Martin used such strange wording in "Heart of Ashes".
Any information that attempts to be transmitted outward from the sea of consciousness, whether it is a fluctuation of thought or an outward projection of mental energy, will be transformed into complete silence by some force the instant it is about to leave the sea of consciousness.
It's not about cutting off or blocking, but about "silence".
It's like the sound is still there, but the air has disappeared, so the vibration can't be transmitted.
Jemin withdrew his mental energy and looked up at the face of the "silent" wizard.
His breathing was steady, and his eyeballs under his eyelids occasionally moved.
She was thinking, she was moving, but everything about her was trapped within her own body, forever unable to exert any influence on the outside world. "Indeed, they weren't unconscious; their minds were functioning normally. They were just... silenced."
Jemin slowly stood up.
He looked up at the perfect, pure white sphere in the sky, then at the equally grave-faced wizards around him, and took a deep breath. "This is indeed troublesome."
He said in a low voice, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.