Wizard: I Have a Game Panel

Chapter 566 364: Holy Land (2)

"The body naturally reaching the Fourth Ring..." Upon hearing this, Fedora's mind was instantly taken aback; he couldn't even comprehend what the Light Spirit Wind Mage was saying afterward.

It's known that within the entire Jerald Plane Group, the number of Wizards at the Fourth Ring and above is less than a thousand.

Yet now the Light Spirit Wind Mage claims that as long as one stays in the Holy Land long enough, the body will naturally reach the Fourth Ring.

The difference is so vast, it completely overturns his previous worldview.

Noticing Fedora's stunned look, the Light Spirit Wind Mage in the control room of the deep crimson battleship slightly curled her lips, silently waiting for the young one to digest the information.

When she first became a Third Ring Wizard and learned this news, her reaction was not much better than Fedora's.

Staying in the Holy Land allows one to naturally reach the Fourth Ring; even if it's a weak one, it's hard for ordinary Third Ring Wizards to suppress, but the life level is genuine, and the extended lifespan is real.

A moment later.

In the perception of the Light Spirit Wind Mage, Fedora nervously asked, "Light Spirit Wind Mage, how... how many Magic Crystals are needed to stay in the Holy Land for one day?"

"Magic Crystals?"

The Light Spirit Wind Mage laughed, "Magic Crystals are merely accessories, needed by those dependent civilizations, not us."

"If you really want to enter, the most important thing is Contribution Points; you need to gather a thousand Contribution Points to stay in the Holy Land for one day."

"A thousand..." Fedora gasped deeply, realizing the true value of entering the Holy Land.

He struggled hard to get into the Pharmaceutical Research Institute, and the reward was only ten thousand Contribution Points.

Yet, staying in the Holy Land for a day would cost a thousand Contribution Points.

And as long as he isn't expelled, he can stay in the Holy Land indefinitely.

...

Ten days later.

"Rip—"

A space rift suddenly appeared in front of the two hundred or so warships, and immediately, Van, wearing the Space Wizard Robe, leisurely emerged from within.

"Little Fedora, you're quite lucky; you only waited ten days for Speaker Van to spare some time." In the deep crimson spaceship, the Light Spirit Wind Mage, sensing Van's arrival, immediately transmitted a message to Fedora: "We'll be entering the Wizard Plane Group soon; if you're interested, you can stand by the window and admire the scenery of the Wizard Plane Group."

Generally speaking, Speaker Van usually emerges only once every two months or so.

This timing cannot be unified, just like the timing of spaceships from various Plane Groups jumping near this void cannot be unified, only a rough time can be set for this emergence.

Of course, if an emergency occurs, the Second World can be used to contact Speaker Van.

"Okay." Fedora, located on the top floor mini pharmaceutical laboratory of the spaceship, hurriedly left the laboratory upon hearing the transmission and returned to his quarters, eagerly looking out the window.

After listening to the explanations of the Light Spirit Wind Mage, he dared not stop improving his potion skills, fearing being eliminated one day.

However, entering the space rift tends to be bumpy and affects potion making, and with the Pharmaceutical Research Institute soon approaching, there's no need to hasten for a bit of extra time.

In comparison, it's evidently more worthwhile to take this opportunity to finally behold what the Wizard Plane Group truly looks like.

In the past, he had seen some pictures and videos of the Wizard Plane Group, but none can compare to seeing it with his own eyes.

"It's a pity that I can't personally see Speaker Van..." Fedora thought to himself.

He had once seen some descriptions through the magic arrays in the laboratory regarding Speaker Van.

That person is Speaker Lole's student, the Alliance's second Sixth Ring Spatial Mage, and serves as the junior to his Plane Group's Speaker Levan, undoubtedly a major figure.

If he could see this great figure with his own eyes, it might make his former classmates exceedingly envious.

As Fedora's thoughts wandered, he suddenly found the window darkened for a moment, then brightened again.

Outside the window, lay an incredibly flat land that seemed cast from black jade...

"No, this isn't a land!" Through the small window, Fedora gazed into the distance, where at the edge of his view, there was a distinctly layered break.

Above the break was the smooth land cast from black jade, while below lay a swamp.

"Is this the Floating City?" took a deep breath, feeling incredibly awestruck.

Seeing the Floating City firsthand, compared to viewing it in videos and pictures, is a world of difference.

In videos and pictures, the Floating City always appears as a small piece, just hovering above the horizon, seemingly unimpressive.

Now, he has to retract his former opinion.

This Floating City, resembling a land, is indeed extraordinary, a truly great creation!

"Buzz—"

While Fedora was lost in the distant view, the spaceship lightly shook, altering the scenery in the window once more.

Beyond the obstructive giant ship below, he saw an endless array of runic formations.

This formation is divided into almost a hundred sections, each of which constantly flickers with a black glow.

When the black glow fades, ships and Wizards appear or disappear in the section.

Before long, the crimson spaceship he was aboard halted, and then dozens of small ships departed from beneath, heading toward different sections of the runic formation.

"Those people should be students admitted into institutes or academies in other planes within the Wizard Plane Group." gazed down at the small ships leaving the crimson ship, he silently conjectured.

After the small ships departed, the crimson ship continued forward, eventually arriving at the largest section at the center of the continental mass, where it halted.

Soon, a dark mist appeared outside the window, completely blocking his view.

In an instant, the dark mist dissipated, revealing a section of the runic formation almost indistinguishable from before.

Dozens more small ships were released from the bottom of the crimson ship, making their way to other sections of the runic formation.

"Could this be the Wizard Plane?" raised his head to gaze at the sun overhead, then looked out at the far horizon.

The second dispersal of the giant ships must be significant.

The small ships from before had other planes as their destination, necessitating dispersal at the floating continental mass, now a second dispersal signifies the journey's end, the Wizard Plane.

"Seems not much different from the plane earlier..." observed for a while, feeling somewhat disappointed.

Upon entering the Wizard Plane Group, the floating... continental mass had deeply impressed him; he had hoped the Wizard Plane might hold greater distinctions.

Now it seems he was overthinking.

It's not entirely without difference, just minor ones, like the number of ships passing nearby is over tenfold compared to before, or further below the floating continental mass lies mountains instead of swamps.

At this time, the dark mist again engulfed the window.

In an instant, the mist vanished.

"Is this the Holy Land?!!" had no leisure to admire the views, entirely focused on experiencing his body growing stronger continuously, his heartbeat accelerating.

Even though he had mentally prepared beforehand, the feeling of the body growing stronger twice each second is simply... too marvelous.

The most crucial aspect is the gentle force of enhancement; he feels no discomfort, only comfort.

Fedora lightly clenched his fist, causing the air to explode with a bang.

Then he took a step.

"Thud—"

With the light sound, he collapsed completely onto the cabin floor.

Fedora: "..."

He was aware of why this happened.

The rapid boost in physique hadn't been fully adapted, just requiring some adjustment.

Taking a moment to steady himself, he attempted to stand up.

"Thud, thud—"

After two light sounds, Fedora fell from the ceiling to the floor.

"Click—"

At this moment, the cabin door opened, a blue-haired female Wizard wearing a Fourth Ring Wind Element Wizard Robe gracefully entered from outside, looking at Fedora lying on the floor and smiling: "Little Fedora, your physique is still in the ultra-fast enhancement period; there's no need to rush getting up."

"In about a day, you'll be fine."

"You mean after a day, the ultra-fast enhancement period will pass?" raised his head, curiously asked.

"No." The Light Spirit Wind Mage gently shook her head, "I mean, after a day, you'll have largely adapted to this ultra-fast enhancement."