I Arrived At Wizard World While Cultivating Immortality Chapter 595: Convergence and the “Gathering”

Chapter 595: Convergence and the “Gathering”

An unknown amount of ti passed before no new wizards appeared on the ship-plane.

Jie Ming, who had been thoroughly enjoying himself by training under the oppressive pressure, finally noticed a change.

He raised his head. The eighth-ring wizards in the sky were still scattered about, but the atmosphere of the entire space seed to have undergone a subtle shift.

High in the air, a massive projection slowly materialized.

It was a faceless figure composed entirely of pale blue light. Its outline was blurry, yet it gave off a strange feeling that “it was looking at everyone.”

“Everyone.”

The voice carried no emotion, calm as if stating sothing self-evident.

Yet every wizard who heard it subconsciously fell silent.

Jie Ming’s pupils shrank slightly. He imdiately recognized the owner of this voice.

Felix, the artificial intelligence of the magic network—one of the core nodes of the entire Star Ring Federation’s magic network.

It was usually omnipresent but rarely appeared directly before others. Even Jie Ming had only t this artificial intelligence once before, during the self-stabilizing field adjustnt protocol.

“The ship-planes are about to connect with the ship-planes of the other three major powers,” Felix’s voice spread throughout the entire space. “Please prepare yourselves.”

As soon as the words fell, Jie Ming felt the tal platform beneath his feet begin to vibrate.

It was not the violent shaking of an earthquake, but an extrely low-frequency tremor that seed to penetrate straight into the marrow.

He looked into the distance.

At the edge of the plain, a massive rift appeared on the horizon.

The rift was expanding. The vast space was being torn apart, as if the entire sky was sliding open to both sides.

On the other side of the rift was another sky.

Gray-white, tinged with a faint red.

That was the sky of another plane.

The two ship-planes were approaching each other.

As the distance between them closed, Jie Ming could clearly see the scene on the other side: an equally endless plain, equally packed with wizard figures.

Only the architectural style over there was more rugged, with hard lines, carrying a strange aesthetic of steel and flesh intertwined.

Jie Ming blinked and imdiately recognized the other side’s origin: the Crimson Court.

Soon, the edges of the two planes made contact.

There was no expected dull impact sound, only a very soft “hum.”

Then, the two worlds began to fuse.

Plain connected with plain, sky rged with sky. The nothingness that had originally separated the two ship-planes was forcibly filled by a power that transcended space.

And this was only the beginning.

To the east and west, new rifts appeared simultaneously.

The third ship-plane slid into view from the east. Unlike the previous two, which were rely plains, this one featured a large number of buildings whose purpose was unknown.

The architectural style was extrely refined. Every tower looked as if it had been asured with a ruler, and every road was a perfect geotric line. In the void, the edges of those buildings shimred with silvery-white light, radiating a chanical sense of order.

…It was the Void Architecture Academy.

The fourth ship-plane erged from the west.

This ship-plane did not have any particularly obvious style… or rather, it seed overly natural.

The other three ship-planes were clearly artificial at a glance, while this one looked almost like a “wild” plane. However, upon closer inspection, one would notice that the various ecosystems within this plane revealed an underlying order amidst the chaos.

Without a doubt, it was the Anti-Entropy Alliance’s plane.

Four ship-planes, four major powers, completed their docking within this temporarily opened space.

Jie Ming stood on the Star Ring Federation’s ship-plane, looking at the vast lands extending in the other three directions, and felt an indescribable shock well up in his heart.

This was the full power of wizard civilization—four factions with vastly different styles, ideologies, and even mutual hostility, all converging together at this mont.

Felix’s figure still floated high in the air.

Three other figures appeared beside it at the sa ti: one was a silver-white humanoid with contours like precision machinery, one was a twisted existence woven from flesh and tal, and one was a cluster of light that constantly changed shape, never maintaining the sa form for more than a second.

The four major artificial intelligences appeared simultaneously.

They did not communicate—or rather, their communication occurred on a level Jie Ming could not perceive.

The four figures raised their hands at the sa ti—if the tentacles extended by that cluster of light could also be considered “hands.”

Four-colored light poured out from their hands, intertwining and transforming into a curtain of light that enveloped the entire rged space.

Jie Ming felt the world around him changing.

The sandy plain beneath his feet vanished, replaced by a pristine white stone surface as smooth as a mirror.

The gray-white sky overhead was replaced by a magnificent golden do inlaid with countless glowing gems that ford flowing star maps.

Long tables rose from the ground, arranged neatly across the square.

All kinds of delicacies appeared out of thin air on the tabletops.

Fruits emitting a soft glow, perfectly roasted steaks, colorful drinks in transparent vessels, and strangely shaped, extraordinarily luxurious dishes whose nas Jie Ming could not even guess…

Every dish released an enticing aroma. Just one whiff made Jie Ming feel faint ripples in his spiritual sea.

In the air, countless figures began to materialize.

They were breathtakingly beautiful elves with silver hair cascading like waterfalls, dressed in light gauze, carrying wine pots or fruit platters as they moved gracefully between the crowds. There were also various chanical creatures of different designs—so like miniature flying dragons circling in the air, so like tallic flowers blooming on the ground, and others simply floating orbs of light emitting soft music.

The voices of the four major artificial intelligences rang out simultaneously, overlapping yet clear as if whispering directly into the ear.

“Welco, everyone. For now, please enjoy the banquet.”

Jie Ming felt his body lighten.

The oppressive pressure that had enveloped the entire space was coordinated and balanced by so force at this mont.

It was no longer a suffocating oppression, but a just-right sense of presence.

Jie Ming could still perceive the power of those powerhouses, yet he would not be crushed by it.

The wizards around him relaxed and enjoyed themselves.

So picked up wine glasses and walked toward the directions of the other factions.

So held plates, tasting delicacies while observing their fellow wizards.

Others had already found acquaintances and gathered in small groups, discussing sothing in low voices.

The four major powers rarely had opportunities to interact under normal circumstances. This was the perfect ti for academic exchange.

Jie Ming looked at the scene before him and fell into a slight daze.

The magnificent golden do, the long tables flowing with brilliant colors, the elves and chanical beings moving about, and those high-ranking wizards who were rarely seen on ordinary days—now holding wine glasses and savoring delicacies as if attending a genuine banquet.

No wonder Dean Avery Knight had called it a gathering. This truly was a real gathering.

He walked to the nearest long table, picked up a fruit emitting a faint blue glow, and took a bite.

The flesh lted in his mouth. A refreshing energy surged straight from his throat into his spiritual sea, instantly dispelling most of the fatigue he had accumulated under the oppressive pressure.

He paused, then picked up a paper-thin slice of at.

As soon as the at entered his mouth, a warm sensation spread from his stomach to his limbs. The minor injuries produced during the rapid evolution from his body forging thod healed at a visible speed.

Jie Ming looked at the food in his hand, his expression turning complicated.

The effects of these items were better than many specialized magic potions.

And these were rely the “appetizers” of the banquet.

He was about to try sothing else when soone patted his shoulder.

He turned his head. Viola stood behind him, nodding toward a certain direction.

Although she did not speak, Jie Ming imdiately understood her intention.

The two exchanged a glance and simultaneously set down the food in their hands.

From earlier on, ntor Clark had disappeared.

They quietly moved through the crowd, avoiding the groups of wizards engaged in lively conversation, and slipped through the gaps between the long tables.

Viola displayed stealth abilities she had never shown before, gliding through the crowd like a shadow without making a sound.

Although Jie Ming did not possess her level of skill, the body control granted by his body forging thod allowed him to move almost silently as well.

They searched for a long ti.

They passed through the Star Ring Federation’s area and ventured deep into the Crimson Court’s camp.

Just as Jie Ming thought ntor Clark might have already left, Viola suddenly grabbed his sleeve, her eyes frantically signaling him.

Jie Ming followed her gaze and froze in place.

At that mont, Clark was standing beside a long table with his back to them.

Facing him was a woman.

The woman had a voluptuous figure. Her deep red formal robe outlined exaggerated curves.

Her long hair was dark red, like congealed blood. Her features were exquisite yet carried a sharp, murderous aura.

Jie Ming rely sensed her aura and felt his skin tighten.

It was the aura of a seventh-ring wizard, and not an ordinary one—it carried the bloody scent of soone who had fought their way through battlefields.

Flesh Mother Nest.

The term flashed through Jie Ming’s mind.

This was the signature technique of the Crimson Court lineage, centered on flesh modification and life manipulation.

Those who walked this path were usually seen as extrely brutal by their enemies.

But at this mont, the expression on the woman’s face was completely different from what he had imagined.

She was smiling—not a social smile, but a gentle, heartfelt one.

Her eyes were soft like lted amber as she gazed at Clark across from her.

And ntor Clark…

“Holy shit!” Jie Ming’s eyes widened.

The ever-expressionless, taciturn ntor Clark who considered even speaking a waste of ti now had the corners of his mouth slightly raised as he spoke with the woman.

His expression was faint, but that faintness was not his usual cold indifference—it was a kind of… relaxation.

Like soone who had shed all pretenses and returned to their most natural state.

Jie Ming and Viola both sucked in a sharp breath of cold air.

Viola’s eyes shone like two stars. She lowered her voice and said, “That female wizard mainly cultivates the Flesh Mother Nest school from the Crimson Court. People like her should be extrely brutal, yet she actually has this kind of expression…”

Jie Ming did not speak.

He pulled Viola back behind a nearby long table, picked up two drinks, handed one to Viola, and held the other himself, pretending to sip.

Their gazes, however, never left that direction.

Viola’s spiritual power fluctuation ca through, filled with irrepressible excitent: “Did you see that? ntor is smiling!! ntor Clark is smiling!”

“I saw,” Jie Ming replied calmly while taking a sip of his drink, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on the scene.

“I’ve known him for so many years and have never seen him with that expression. Never!” Viola’s spiritual power was practically screaming. “Who exactly is that woman?”

“I don’t know her na…” Jie Ming took another sip, “but the bracelet on her wrist tells us everything.”

Viola was stunned, then her eyes widened.

On the woman’s wrist was also a bracelet.

Crudely made, with mixed colors, identical to the one on Clark’s wrist.

“Fuck,” Viola couldn’t help cursing. “Are these two that pure?!”

Jie Ming did not reply. He simply raised his cup silently to cover the wildly upturned corners of his mouth.

The two hid behind the long table, eating while frantically exchanging spiritual fluctuations, both wearing knowing smiles on their faces.