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    Anims
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    ohh again with some type of illusion or something similar

    Also Jie Ming dont forget the teleportation can be blocked
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    VolcanicDaoist
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    Why use many word when few do trick? reader
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    Chapter 340: Growth and Intel

    I Arrived at Wizard World While Cultivating Immortality

    High above the endless lava seas of the Infernal Sulfur Plane, Jie Ming hovered in midair, a faint halo shimmering around him.

    In his right hand rested a newly forged crystal—far more intricate than anything from his second-level days—its surface pulsing with deep-blue runes.

    This was the prototype of his third-level sigil witch artifact, born of his refined elemental mastery and deeper comprehension of the Spiritual Qi Law.

    He locked his gaze onto a patch of empty sky in the far distance and flicked his thoughts.

    Whoosh!

    A fist-sized orb of blinding white light burst from the crystal’s tip, slicing silently through the sulfur-stained crimson heavens—too fast for mortal eyes to follow.

    Seconds later, at the horizon, the orb detonated.

    The air seemed to fold in on itself, compressed by an unseen force. Then, a halo of radiance over a hundred kilometers wide erupted—like a miniature sun had been slapped against the plane’s ceiling.

    Pure light and heat cascaded downward, bleaching the lava seas bone-white for a heartbeat.

    Then came the delayed roar—a sound so deep it felt as if it could tear souls apart.

    A visible shockwave expanded outward, ripping the sky into a vacuum and vaporizing entire layers of sulfurous clouds.

    The calm lava ocean below was hammered into a vast crater. Dark-red waves, hundreds of meters tall, surged outward, triggering a plane-wide tsunami of molten rock.

    A scorching storm of radiation and fragmented energy swept across an area the size of a mid-sized province. Anything below a certain energy threshold was instantly vaporized.

    Jie Ming watched the province-level devastation unfold and nodded, satisfied.

    “Power: confirmed. By low-civilization standards, that’s ‘nation-killer’ territory.”

    It far surpassed the usual third-level “city-buster” limit—matching, even exceeding, veteran fourth-level wizards.

    The payoff of deep foundations and a unique path.

    But the satisfaction faded almost immediately.

    “Great for clearing trash mobs,” he muttered. “But against peers or stronger? Too much spread. Efficiency drops.”

    At this level, brute-force energy bursts had reached their limits in both compression and penetration.

    He could push further, but that entered fourth-level control territory.

    A new idea crystallized.

    “Shift the sigil matrix toward focused, armor-piercing beams. One line of annihilation—break through anything.”

    Plan set, he flashed back to the plane’s core laboratory.

    Two packages awaited—space-ripples marking fixed-point deliveries.

    The first bag contained rare metals, energy crystals, and catalysts: bulk raw stock for the automated factories now churning out third-level sigils.

    In one corner were space-warping ores and crystalline chips—his starter kit for spatial research.

    The second bag drew a grin.

    Inside lay a palm-sized fifth-level large elemental pool, intricately folded but unimaginably complex.

    He had pushed the refinement arrays to their limits to afford the insane merit cost. Black, handling the sales, had nearly collapsed under the workload—but made a fortune and didn’t complain.

    His internal space, now vastly expanded and reinforced by his Nascent Soul, had grown to city-scale and was rock-solid—perfect for housing a fifth-level pool.

    That tier could power a small plane or a mobile wizard tower. Overkill for factories and nests.

    With his seventh-level installation experience, setting up the fifth-level version was child’s play. Months later, it hummed smoothly within his energy grid.

    Factories roared faster; nests glowed brighter.

    Energy: solved.
    Next: space research.

    His advancement to third-level brought a perceptual leap—he could finally feel the ripples of space itself, like wind brushing against his skin.

    Before, the All-Purpose Eye could only read data second-hand. Now he sensed it directly—raw and unfiltered.

    Observation → Influence → Control.

    Decades of body-tempering arts had forged his brain and soul to superhuman computational power. With that, spatial theory began to click rapidly.

    Less than ten years later, he produced his first working prototype.

    The test chamber was expanded to absurd dimensions.

    Jie Ming tossed a plain metal ball. Even a casual flick sent it screaming fifteen kilometers away.

    Then he activated the rig—silver rings lighting up with layered runes.

    At peak glow, space hiccupped.

    Hum…

    At the far end, light twisted.

    The ball vanished—then reappeared above his open palm, dropping neatly into it.

    “Got it.”

    Basic short-range matter teleportation.

    For him, that was strategic gold.

    “Miniaturize it, embed it in black giant cores. Self-destruct → instant core recall. No more lost tech or damaged seeds.”

    His eyes gleamed. Reusable suicide constructs—especially with the two fifth-level bosses—would mean unprecedented tactical flexibility and deterrence.

    Then a frown creased his brow.

    “With infinite respawns and core recovery, the Prowlers and nests are obsolete.”

    Nests could remain as rapid-rebuild factories.

    Prowlers—optimized for speed and explosions—were now outclassed in every metric.

    “Time for an upgrade path…”

    In the life of a wizard, every leap rendered the old obsolete and birthed the new.

    A countdown blinked on his console—years remaining until deployment.

    “Core recall modules: elite units only. Prioritize the two fifth-levels and high-potential fourth-levels.”

    He submitted his report early—two years ahead of schedule.

    Moments later, an ultra-encrypted intel packet arrived.

    Not a target briefing—an emergency theater update.

    The first few lines made his pupils contract.

    Second-wave reinforcements.

    The first expedition—composed of multiple high-tiers—and even the first reinforcements were all missing. Total radio silence.

    Not heavy losses.
    Zero communication. No battle logs, no environmental data, no distress signals. Even preset emergency runes—gone.

    Yet soul-contract readings showed over one million wizards alive, stable, and uninjured.

    Only three confirmed KIA. That was it.

    Even Black’s illusion network had begun emitting low-level warnings and decaying vitality readings.

    A million went in. Three came out. No wounded. No leaks.

    It was as if they had all simply fallen asleep—or been preserved.

    If not for the absence of ninth-level intervention, one would think something of ninth-power was hidden inside that plane.

    The Federation’s higher-ups held back the nuclear option—unleashing multiple eighth-levels to tear open the plane—because the value of a million wizards far outweighed the loot of a single world.

    But patience had limits.

    If the second elite wave vanished in the same manner—alive but silent—the wrath of the eighth-levels would ignite. Whatever the cost.

    “Elite task indeed,” Jie Ming murmured, eyes narrowing. “This intel stinks.”

    His mind raced.

    Hidden ninth-level? Already ruled out.
    A super-illusion or psychic prison capable of trapping a million—including high-tiers immune to deceit—while keeping their vitals stable? Unlikely.

    An isolated inner dimension? Veterans should have detected spatial anomalies long before being trapped.

    The worst possibility: something beyond wizard comprehension.

    “Good—no immediate death flag,” he exhaled, half-grinning. “A rare chance to see what can silence a million wizards.”

    Unknown equaled risk.
    Risk equaled knowledge.

    Utterly irresistible.

    But not suicidal.

    Whatever awaited them, keeping him quiet would not be easy.
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      IronJoker
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      Thanks bro 👍
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      hoplusek
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      Legend cat
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