Chapter 371

The next day, Jie Ming met with Mentor Clark, Wei Aola, Ending Age, and his son Kols on time.

Everyone didn't need to say much, tacitly drove the elements, turned into several streamers, and flew toward a towering tower standing in the depths of the academy.

The territory of Plane Nuolun 1 Academy is vast beyond imagination, not so much an academy, but a complete micro-world.

Inside, there are not only neatly planned building complexes, but also rolling hills, deep basins, rushing rivers, and steep mountain peaks that pierce the clouds.

And the target of their trip, Mentor Clark's mentor, lives in seclusion at the top of one of the steepest mountain peaks, in that black tower that pierces the clouds like a sword.

Before truly approaching the tower, an ancient aura rushed toward them.

The first thing that came into view were giant beasts lying or standing in the open area outside the tower, whose bodies were so huge that it was shocking.

They were in different forms, some covered with heavy rock shells, some wrapped in destructive energy lightning, and the energy fluctuations emitted by each head reached the terrifying level of the sixth tier!

These existences, which were enough to set off disasters in any plane and were called "natural disasters," were now wandering leisurely in the mountain foothills like tamed pets, and only lazily raised their eyelids when Jie Ming and others passed by.

Passing through the tower base gate guarded by an invisible force field, the scene before his eyes made Jie Ming trance for a moment, almost thinking he had triggered some random teleportation array.

Inside the door was not the internal structure of the tower as expected, but a vast grassland as far as the eye could see!

The breeze blew, the grass rolled, bringing the fragrance of soil and grass.

In the sky, a real sun that emitted light and heat hung high, illuminating the earth.

"Nesting a whole plane inside... really a big deal." Jie Ming reacted quickly, shocked in his heart.

This tower itself is a super-giant spatial container, carrying a complete small plane inside!

On the grassland, giant beasts with bodies even larger and auras even deeper and more terrifying than those outside were everywhere.

They were strolling leisurely or lying down and sleeping, and they were the masters of this world.

Undoubtedly, this was the backyard used by the grand-mentor, whom he had never met, to raise the "cannon fodder units" and "research materials" under his command.

Everyone followed Mentor Clark and flew at low altitude in this grassland plane.

Passing over mountains and rivers, they finally came to an extremely open plain.

In the center of the plain stood a magnificent megalithic palace.

At the entrance of the palace, two humanoid creatures with restrained auras and near-perfect forms had been waiting here.

Seeing Clark, they bowed and saluted, then silently guided everyone into the depths of the palace.

Passing through long colonnades, the group came to an extremely gorgeous hall with a towering dome.

The light in the hall was soft, and countless runes that operated on their own and deduced the mysteries of the laws were embedded on the walls.

Jie Ming's gaze was attracted by the only seat at the highest point of the hall for the first time.

A hand that could be called slender held a simple silver magic wand, and the owner of the hand wore a simple black wizard robe.

The robe clung to his short, even somewhat thin body.

When Jie Ming saw the existence sitting in the high position, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Before coming, he had already known the name of this grand-mentor—Anton Buchanan.

However, now he could not connect the existence with a childish face who looked only ten or twelve years old with identities like "Mentor Clark's mentor" and "peak Great Wizard about to advance to the eighth tier" no matter what.

But the next moment, Jie Ming realized his shallowness.

In the silent hall, a low and rhythmic "thump-thump" sound echoed, like a war drum sounding, carrying a strange penetrating power, as if knocking directly on the soul.

Jie Ming subconsciously looked for the source of the sound, and finally found in horror that this sound... actually originated from the heartbeat of the "child" grand-mentor in the high position!

What a terrifying physique?!

Just the unconscious heartbeat could form such a clear echo in this vast space.

The life energy contained in his body was simply unimaginably majestic!

Below the high position, several rows of seats were placed, and quite a few people were already sitting there, with varying strengths of aura.

The "child" in the high position—Wizard Anton Buchanan, looked at the Clark group who came in, and a satisfied arc that was completely different from his appearance appeared on his childish mouth, emitting a low laugh that was in sharp contrast to his image: "Hehehehe... It seems that everyone is here."

His gaze swept over, and when the seemingly ordinary line of sight fell on him, Jie Ming felt his breathing stagnate instantly.

The moment he was stared at by those deep pupils, he felt as if he were being roasted at close range by two invisible suns, and his soul trembled slightly.

Fortunately, the other party obviously had no malice and knew well the oppression caused by the gap in strength between the two sides, so the gaze only swept over the juniors of the third and fourth generations like Jie Ming, and then immediately withdrew.

Under Clark's leadership, Jie Ming and others bowed respectfully toward the high position: "Long time no see, mentor."

Anton Buchanan waved his small hand, his voice childish but carrying unquestionable majesty: "Long time no see everyone, don't be so restrained, find a seat yourself. Later, there will be a few more people coming."

Mentor Clark sat in an empty seat in the front row as ordered, and Jie Ming, Wei Aola, Ending Age, and Kols followed their mentor quietly and sat down in the area belonging to Clark's lineage.

Jie Ming took the opportunity to look at the situation in the hall.

Calculating with grand-mentor Anton Buchanan as the first generation, there were only five second-generation wizards present, including Mentor Clark.

Wizard Augusta, whom he had seen before, was surprisingly among them, sitting not far from Clark.

And behind these five second-generation wizards sat a varying number of third-generation disciples, and even a few third-generation wizards were followed by young people who looked like fourth-generation disciples.

Scanning, Jie Ming actually saw another acquaintance in the second-generation seats!

The other party seemed to have noticed Jie Ming's gaze, turned his head, revealed a gentle and scholarly face, and smiled and nodded at Jie Ming.

Jie Ming was shocked, and immediately leaned slightly in his seat to show respect.

Wei Aola next to him noticed his small action and asked curiously in a low voice: "Do you know him?"

Jie Ming responded in a low voice: "I met him in a plane war before, Wizard Dionysius Spencer. I didn't expect him to belong to the same lineage as us."

He remembered that this Wizard Spencer was good at fate-type abilities, and his means were mysterious and unpredictable.

Now it seems that the other party probably also has extremely high attainments in alchemy.

Jie Ming thought of this and suddenly fell into contemplation.

In this way, "alchemy" combined with "fate-type knowledge" might be one of the core characteristics of their lineage.

Jie Ming remembered that Wizard Dionysius Spencer was a proper seventh-tier wizard, and looking at the seat position of Dionysius Spencer again, Jie Ming understood in his heart.

This Wizard Spencer is probably the big senior brother of their lineage, that is, his big senior uncle.

Jie Ming subconsciously glanced a few times.

This senior uncle was followed by seven wizards, five of whom were fifth-tier wizards except for one who seemed to be a first-tier wizard who had just been promoted, and the remaining five were all fifth-tier wizards.

One of the fifth-tier wizards was followed by a wizard with a third-tier aura, looking like a fourth-generation disciple.

While Jie Ming was sizing up the other party, these wizards were also subconsciously sizing him up because of Jie Ming's actions just now.

Except for that first-tier wizard third-generation disciple and the third-tier wizard fourth-generation disciple, the remaining five wizards all looked serious the moment they saw Jie Ming.

Jie Ming smiled at them friendly, knowing that these people should have felt the danger on him—he still had a team of Black Giant priest research teams following him in his portable cave.

If they really fought, fifteen Black Giant priests equivalent to strong sixth-tier creatures would surround and attack, and it would be no problem to beat any one of them to death.

After several people took their seats, they didn't wait too long, and ripples appeared in the space in the hall.

Several powerful and incomparable auras, not inferior to grand-mentor Anton Buchanan, and even one of them was even better, descended rapidly from far to near.

Grand-mentor Anton Buchanan felt these auras, and a genuine smile appeared on his childish face.

He actually took the initiative to jump down from the throne symbolizing the highest status, walked with his short legs, and went to greet the entrance of the palace.

Seeing Wizard Anton Buchanan act like this, all the wizards in the hall, regardless of seniority, stood up in unison, followed closely, and walked toward the palace entrance to show the highest respect to the visitors.

The person had not arrived, but the voice had arrived first.

A steady and gentle voice that seemed to contain endless wisdom and years was transmitted in, carrying a trace of imperceptible gratification: "Hey! Anton, I didn't expect you kid to be the first to touch the threshold of the eighth tier!"

Immediately after, grand-mentor Anton Buchanan's voice sounded: "Mentor... long time no see."

Hearing the conversation between grand-mentor Anton Buchanan and the leader of the visitors, Jie Ming couldn't help but raise his head curiously, wanting to see what kind of sacred existence could make the grand-mentor greet him in person and call him "mentor."

However, when he saw the middle-aged man standing at the forefront of the visitors and called "mentor" by grand-mentor Anton Buchanan, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his heart almost missed a beat!

Because that person, Jie Ming had seen twice, and even worked with the other party for a period of time.

The other party was the creator of the Plane Nuolun workshop, a top alchemist, a legendary existence like a living fossil, an eighth-tier wizard—Wizard Nuolun!

(Feeling stuck in writing again, wait for me to adjust)

(End of this chapter)