On the other side of the space rift lies a vast plane that the local natives revere as the "Divine Continent."
The civilization ruling this land consists mainly of a peculiar intelligent species—they have mantis-like elongated sharp limbs, covered in reptilian-like dense and tough scales, walking upright, and calling themselves the "Holy Mission."
In the myths passed down through generations by the Holy Mission, it was the Creator God who, with his supre divine power, cleaved the chaos with his scythe, giving birth to this sacred land.
They are born with an elental affinity to the wind and can control the power of the storm. According to legend, this Creator God could even open gates to other worlds using the power of the wind.
Although the Creator God has long since disappeared, the ultimate proof of his existence—the "World Gate" that connects to the other world—remains, becoming the core of faith and power source for the entire Divine Continent.
Over the long river of ti, the Divine Continent has experienced several expeditions from exotic realms.
Thanks to the powerful combat capabilities of the Holy Mission, their profound application of wind rules, and their despair-inducing nurical advantage, all invaders were ultimately repelled, becoming nourishnt for the continent.
By devouring the resources from these exotic worlds, after the Creator God vanished, the Divine Continent successively gave rise to four new Divine Spirits: the God of Blade who governs cutting and sharpness, the God of Storm who commands the atmosphere and flow, the God of Swift Blade who rules speed and surprise, and the Wind Spirit God symbolizing wind essences and transformation.
Around the World Gate left by the Creator God, the four Divine Spirits established four great empires nad after their divine titles, collectively ruling this land.
The Holy Mission respectfully calls these four Divine Spirits the "Holy Spirit."
And beneath the Holy Spirits, those powers that have reached the pinnacle, only one step away from igniting the Divine Fla and ascending to godhood, are revered as the "Holy Spirit."
In the Blade Empire, within a private martial field belonging to a certain pinnacle Holy Spirit.
The fierce sword wind tears the air, issuing a sharp whistle.
This is a Holy Spirit practicing martial arts, the bone blade extending from the outer side of his arm transforming into a phantom elusive to the naked eye, each strike drawing upon the surrounding wind power, forming countless dense and lethal vortices of qi.
His sword skills have reached the pinnacle, a representation of the peak of the Sword Dao of the Holy Mission clan.
A mont later, the Holy Spirit slowly eased, the blade-like limbs retracting back into the arm guard.
An elder Holy Mission hurried over, face filled with uncontrollable anger: "Brother! The imperial high authorities just decided that our line will host the ’World Gate Celebration’ of this fifty-year cycle!"
As a Holy Spirit, he holds esteed status within the empire, possessing the authority to establish cities and even subsidiary nations.
This Holy Mission delivering the ssage is the younger brother of the Holy Spirit before him.
Though younger by more than a decade, his appearance seems older due to limited talent.
The Divine Continent has currently discovered four other worlds that can be conquered, with the World Gate opening once every ten years, rotating to connect with one of these worlds.
Each opening is governed by a power with a Holy Spirit, going forth to plunder resources.
Each opening is a grand feast.
However, when each of the four worlds has rotated through once, which is every fifty years, a "Celebration" arrives.
In the year of the celebration, the World Gate not only remains closed but must be "reinforced" according to the oracles of the four Divine Spirits, supposedly to repair the damage accumulated by frequent openings.
To the ordinary Holy Mission, this is a festival of revelry.
But for the power designated to host the celebration, it signifies trendous loss—not only being unable to partake in the plunder, but also having to pay out of pocket, advancing massive rare resources to reinforce the World Gate.
This elder Holy Mission’s anger stems from this.
The elder Holy Mission, with an agitated tone: "They clearly cannot stand watching Brother advance further! You are already the top among all Holy Spirits, and with a few more gains from otherworld invasions, it’s possible..."
He lowered his voice, filled with expectation and unwillingness: "It’s possible you might condense a Divine Format, becoming the fifth Holy Spirit! This is absolutely sothing the Four Great Empires, and even...even those four majesties do not wish to see!"
Before he finished speaking, the Holy Spirit before him appeared like a phantom, gently covering his mouth with a hand clad in fine scales.
The Holy Spirit shook his head, eyes deep and tranquil.
Years of tempering have long since made him see through the unpredictable sches of the power field.
"Speak cautiously. The powers of the Divine Spirits are not for us to rashly speculate." He released his hand, his tone calm.
"The more the high authorities act this way, the more it indicates their apprehension. No matter, as for , ordinary resources are scarcely beneficial. Let them celebrate for these ten years. When the next decade arrives, we will sche for other worlds."
The elder Holy Mission heard this, took a deep breath to forcibly suppress his anger, and nodded in deep agreent.
With the orders given, dozens of cities under this Holy Spirit’s command swiftly mobilized.
A vast army began to assemble, grandly marching toward the World Gate located at the center of the continent, at the intersection of the Four Great Empires.
Not only them, but the entire Divine Continent, countless Holy Missions, and tens of thousands of Holy Spirits all surged from all directions towards it, participating in this once-in-fifty-year grand event.
Even though there will be no plundering this year, the four Holy Spirits will personally descend.
This alone is enough to compel all Holy Spirits to pay homage and offer congratulations.
Half a year later, at the World Gate altar.
The enormous altar is situated at the center of the plains, surrounded by a sea of Holy Missions.
The clamor, the prayers, and the praises shook the heavens and the earth.
As the ritual progressed, four massive cloud vortexes, akin to eyes of a storm, slowly rotated in the sky, exuding a suffocating divine aura.
Upon seeing this, all creatures present beca even more excited and noisier—this symbolized the gazes of the four Holy Spirits fixating on this place.
On the altar, the previously empty space began to distort.
A slender black fissure quietly appeared, then spread and expanded to both sides like a living creature!
Eventually, it transford into a gigantic black fissure spanning heaven and earth, then stabilized.
It ford a perfect, imasurably large circular black portal.
According to convention, scenes from the Otherworld should appear within the portal at this ti.
But this year is the year of celebration, and behind the portal lies only a deep void of darkness, indicating that the passage has not truly opened.
The pinnacle Holy Spirit, with his sowhat lancholy brother, commanded his subordinates to transport a mountain of rare materials onto the altar.
Only when the four divine entities give the order to start the ritual, will these resources be transford into the strength to stabilize the World Gate.
Just as a Holy Spirit was about to announce the official start of the celebration with his Divine Thought...
A sudden change occurred!
The center of the circular portal, which should have been shrouded in void darkness, suddenly rippled violently like a water surface!
In the next mont, a gigantic fist coated in flowing black tal suddenly thrust out from the depths of the portal!
Soon after, a second fist followed!
The two giant hands gripped the edges of the portal, as if forcing this "door" to open.
Under the dazed eyes of billions of Holy Mission troops, two colossal mountain-like, entirely black, flowing tal-skinned, giant humanoid beings, with eyes ablaze with eerie blue flas, stepped out from the World Gate!
They exuded a chilling, chaotic aura that was completely discordant with the Divine Continent.
On top of the leading Black Giant, a figure casually stroked the few spatial scars left on his body from forcibly traversing the unstable passage, and these scars healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He raised his head, surveying the Holy Mission Legion below, vast like a sea, and the four divine storm whirlpools in the sky, a cold curve forming at the corner of his mouth.
"So this is another world?" Jeming’s voice was not loud, yet it clearly resonated around the silent altar, "What a... grand welcoming ceremony."
With his reflection, the Black Giant under his feet let out a silent roar towards the sky.
The flas in its eyes flared instantly like ignited beacons, declaring the comncent of the Wizard Civilization’s expedition, marking the start of a bloody saga on this "sacred" land.
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Ti rewinds to a few minutes before the Gate of Space was fully opened.
On the Aerial Plane’s side, centered around the Floating City, the Wizard Legion was in full battle readiness.
Energy brilliance flowed through countless witchcraft artifacts and war golems, with a murderous atmosphere pervading the air.
Even the Seventh Level Wizard Dionysius Spencer, at this mont, could not predict what kind of world lay beyond the gate—save for this forcibly propped-up fissure, there had been no prior contact between the two Planes.
Jeming stood at a relatively forward position in the formation, his gaze fixed intently on the space passage gradually evolving from an irregular fissure into a perfect circle.
Runes glimred faintly in the depths of his pupils, analyzing the changes in the spatial structure.
"I see..." he thought to himself, overturning a previous assumption.
He had believed this was rely a naturally occurring space distortion ford due to extre wind elent concentration in the Aerial Plane, a type of passage not uncommon in the Multiverse.
But this stabilizing, orderly shaped circular passage bore evident traces of human craftsmanship!
"This isn’t a fissure; this is... a ’door’!" Jeming imdiately realized the gravity of the situation.
A natural fissure would an the other side may have just discovered this place, perhaps hiding temporarily due to insufficient strength.
But an artificially constructed Gate of Space suggested that the civilization on the other side likely mastered cross-planar navigation technology, its foundational strength unfathomably profound!
Considering that no native intelligent civilization had been discovered in the Aerial Plane so far, the builder of this door undoubtedly ca from the other side.
Thus, the danger level on the other side skyrocketed in his mind instantly.
Jeming discreetly took a slight step back, positioning other wizards in front of him.
Just then, from the top of the Floating City ca Dionysius Spencer’s clear and calm voice, resonating in every wizard’s ears: "Spatial fluctuations have peaked, passage stability is entering a temporary window period! Vanguard legion, advance!"
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