Chapter 548: The Strange Plane and Silence

The dizziness brought by the ultra-long-distance teleportation had not yet fully dissipated when Jie Ming felt the desolate and hard touch under his feet.

The free elements in the air were extremely thin, carrying a dry, rusty smell.

He looked up; all around was a boundless dark red wasteland, and at the end of the horizon, one could occasionally see massive metal components half-buried in the soil layer. "It's a Ship Plane," Jie Ming understood.

He was too familiar with this type of war base modified from abandoned planes.

The space was stable, suitable for large-scale troop assembly, and the only drawback was the lack of free elements; it was considered the main military base for wizards to conduct plane wars.

*Hum!!! *

The air vibrated continuously, and teleportation light lit up all around.

One figure after another walked out from the silvery-white spatial ripples, their auras one more exaggerated than the next.

Jie Ming glanced and was slightly shocked.

Every wizard walking out of the light emitted a pressure that distorted the air.

In the elite missions he had participated in previously, Level 2 or 3 official wizards were the main force.

But here, wherever his gaze reached, Level 4 or 5 wizards could be seen everywhere, and there was no lack of Level 6 Great Wizards who could trigger Law resonance with every gesture.

In the distance, on several high platforms, several auras as unfathomable as the abyss stood quietly.

"That is... Level 7?" Jie Ming restrained his aura, understanding in his heart.

"Information processing and Fate system knowledge... sure enough, they are all fields where high-tier wizards gather."

Similarly, planes involving information processing and Fate Laws were inherently the territory of high-tier wizards.

Wizards of insufficient level coming here might not even be able to perceive the existence of the enemy, let alone fight.

Wizards were all smart people, and naturally, they wouldn't throw away their lives at will.

However, Jie Ming's attention quickly shifted away from his colleagues.

He turned to the sky above, looked at the scene in the sky, and his pupils contracted sharply.

The firmament of the Ship Plane was torn open by a massive black crack spanning ten thousand miles.

At the other end of the crack, the most conspicuous thing was not the colorful chaotic void, but an existence that would make any researcher feel creeped out. It was a sphere that was regular to the point of being a work of art.

Generally speaking, under normal circumstances, the background color of the endless chaotic void was distorted and chaotic, like countless pigments splashed together at will and then frantically stirred.

The so-called plane was essentially just a group of elements that formed order by chance, eventually producing a miracle.

So even the plane barrier with the most obvious dividing line was not very conspicuous when placed in the wider endless chaotic void. A normal plane embedded in the endless chaotic void was like finding a piece of slightly unified color in a piece of chaos, barely able to distinguish the outline. But this plane was different!

This plane... was too regular.

The entire plane presented a perfect sphere, a circle in the geometric sense.

And the color was also pure white, without any other colors, as if all the colors inside had been forcibly unified to the same frequency by some force. Against the background of the endless chaotic void that was chaotic and distorted, this plane seemed like a geometric body forcibly trimmed by some supreme logic. It floated against the background of the chaotic void, glaringly out of place.

What was even more eerie was that this plane gave people a feeling of abnormal dead silence.

Jie Ming had seen countless planes; even planes on the verge of collapse, or planes that had been completely drained of resources and called abandoned planes by wizards, would have some "movement"—energy tides, elemental flows, or even the rhythm of the plane itself.

But this white sphere had nothing.

It floated there quietly, without atmospheric circulation, without plane tremors, without any reaction.

Like a lifeless, pale eyeball, looking down at the entire void.

"This is too regular..." Jie Ming muttered, "Regular to the point of not being a natural product, but rather like a massive... storage unit." Anyway, with Jie Ming's existing reconnaissance means, he hadn't found the flaws of this sphere no matter what.

"What the hell is this thing..."

A low whisper came from not far away.

Jie Ming knew without turning his head that it was a supporter who had just teleported over like him.

As more and more supporting wizards arrived, this strange sphere in the sky was discovered by more and more people.

A commotion spread through the crowd.

The wizards who arrived one after another made low sounds; amazement, fanaticism, and solemnity were intertwined.

Facing unknown terror, low-tier wizards would fear, but for this group of elites pursuing truth, this was more of a greed and excitement for high-tier knowledge.

Curiosity, surprise, excitement...

Various emotions were mixed together, yet no one acted rashly.

After all, wizards who could cultivate to this level were no fools.

There were still three days until the assembly time in the notice; some gathered in twos and threes to communicate in low voices, while others found a corner alone to close their eyes and rest. Jie Ming also withdrew his gaze.

He squatted down and pressed his palm against the ground of the wasteland.

Alchemy was activated; the grayish-brown soil squirmed, condensed, and shaped under the action of spiritual sense...

In the blink of an eye, a simple yet comfortable armchair appeared on the spot under the action of alchemy.

Jie Ming sat down comfortably; he closed his eyes, and his consciousness sank into the internal cave heaven.

"Synchronization self-check begins."

Inside the cave heaven, five hundred Black Giant priests were sitting neatly around a long-built altar.

That was an information transmission device paired with the Fate subsystem, capable of establishing cross-plane contact with the massive believer community far away in the Purgatory Sulfur Plane through the link of the Incense God Dao, obtaining support from the Fate system.

"How is the operating status of the altar and the Fate system?"

"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 leader sounded in Jie Ming's mind.

At the same time, this Black Giant priest also projected the information seen on the light screen:

【Fate System Connection Status: Stable】

【Cross-space Energy Transmission: Normal】

【Information Flow Parsing Degree: Efficiency 88%】

Although the efficiency dropped slightly because it was an additional transmission system, it was enough.

Jie Ming withdrew his consciousness with satisfaction.

Three days was enough for him to confirm the operating status of the Fate system, without worrying about dropping the chain on the battlefield later.

At noon three days later, a massive pressure that seemed capable of igniting the entire wasteland descended without warning.

That pressure came without warning, yet it was as heavy as a plane pressing on everyone's shoulders.

Jie Ming's breathing stalled, the spiritual energy in his body automatically operated to resist, and then the pressure disappeared instantly.

All the wizards on the wasteland stood up simultaneously.

In the sky, a male wizard whose eyes flickered with red light like star embers stepped down through the air.

That was a middle-aged male wizard who looked to be in his forties, with short grayish-white hair, a cold face, and wearing a gray robe of minimalist style. He had no energy overflow, just floating there quietly, yet it made all the wizards present instinctively lower their gaze.

Undoubtedly, this was the initiator of this plane war, the Level 8 Wizard leading the team.

"I am Martin, Heart of Ash."

The man's voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"You should have seen the intelligence about this plane before you came," Martin's gaze swept over the crowd. "But intelligence cannot explain the danger of this plane in detail. Now what I want to tell you is that this plane is abnormally dangerous, especially regarding data and information processing capability. If any of you are not confident in this regard, it's not too late to leave now."

No one moved.

The whole field was silent, no one wavered.

Martin seemed to have expected this point long ago; he raised his hand, and a grand holographic image unfolded before the crack.

That was the image recorded by the Ship Plane.

In the image, "Heart of Ash" Martin took the lead, followed by five Level 7 Wizards, dozens of Level 6 Wizards, and a dense wizard army of over one hundred thousand.

They passed through that black crack and entered the pure white plane.

And then...

Something happened the moment they stepped into the plane.

Martin, the leader, was unaffected.

But behind him, three Level 7 Wizards instantly lost consciousness, their bodies falling straight down.

Immediately following were twenty Level 6 Wizards who fell to the ground simultaneously, like puppets whose strings had been cut at the same time.

The wizard army further back was in chaos; the front row fell in pieces, and the back row finally reacted, stopping their steps urgently and retreating vigilantly. The image froze.

The voice of "Heart of Ash" Martin sounded: "We have checked all the wizards who were hit; all of them, along with their Magic Net terminals, personal wizard tools, and even various imprints in their spiritual 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, distributed evenly for the wizards around to observe.

The pod doors opened, revealing those "comatose" wizards.

Jie Ming walked quickly toward one of the wizards.

That was a Level 6 Wizard, female, still wearing her combat wizard robe.

Jie Ming activated the Eye of Omnipotence, and massive data flows streamed in his eyes.

Physical functions were normal, the spiritual sea was complete, and even the Magic Net terminal was still running, and the spiritual sea was also active.

Those imprints, thinking activities, and even instinctive spell deductions were all running normally.

Like a machine, the engine was turning, the gears were moving, and all parts were working normally...

But it just "had no effect."

"Their thinking is still operating violently, perhaps even having experienced thousands of battles in their minds," Jie Ming took a deep breath. "But all output disappeared the moment before it left the spiritual sea."

Only then did he understand why "Heart of Ash" Martin's wording was so strange.

Any information attempting to be transmitted from the spiritual sea to the outside, whether it was thinking fluctuations or spiritual force release, would be converted into complete silence the moment it was about to leave the spiritual sea.

It wasn't cut off or shielded, but "silenced."

Like the sound was still there, but the air had disappeared, and the vibration couldn't be transmitted out.

Jie Ming withdrew his spiritual sense and looked up at the face of the "silenced" wizard.

Breathing was steady, and the eyeballs under the eyelids occasionally still turned.

She was thinking, she was active, but everything about her was trapped within her own body, forever unable to have any influence on the outside world. "Indeed, they were not comatose; their thinking was all operating normally. Just... 'silenced'."

Jie Ming stood up slowly.

He looked at the pure white perfect sphere in the sky, then looked at those wizards around him who were also looking solemn, and took a deep breath. "Sure enough, it's tricky."

He said in a low voice, but the corners of his mouth lifted slightly. ===== CHAPTER 549 =====