Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

The Ancient Saint in Chapter 354
"Whoosh! I got a ticket!!" The halfling [Frost Soup Stew Pot] suddenly jumped up from the head of the bed and spun around in her small, cozy little house.

From the kitchen in the outer room, a housewife tending to the griddle asked loudly with a laugh, "What's gotten into you now?"

"Mom, I'm going on a long trip, I'll be right back." [Frosty Soup Stew Pot], carrying a sack, stormed into the kitchen's storage room like a big thief and ransacked it.

She grabbed handfuls of fresh vegetables, stuffed plump sausages and cured meats into the bowl, and carried away the marinated fresh meat whole, along with flour and spices indiscriminately, as if a bloodless tornado had passed through, leaving behind a vast expanse of white emptiness.

"Why don't you move the house too?"

"Oh dear, Mom, I have to go cook for the teacher."

"Your tall teacher?" The half-human housewife perked up. "Then take some more and rummage through the cellar!"

Before the words were finished, a deep purple spacetime vortex opened, and the [Frosty Soup Stew Pot] had vanished without a trace.

After the first batch of World Passes were shipped, they ended up among the Lighthouse enthusiasts. Some business-minded individuals even planned to resell them to make a little money.

There were quite a few others who, like [Frost Soup Stew Pot], couldn't wait to enter the instance.

Unlike instance invitations, which are individual tokens, world passes are for team play.

When players use a battle pass, the group formation process begins. The teleportation channel will only be opened when the number of players online at the same time exceeds a certain number.

Lin Bo brushed the Infinite Pass in his hand.

[Selected instance - Arcane Academy in the Ancient Lighthouse]

【当前等待人数：5/10……6/10……10/10】

[Opening the dungeon portal, players please be prepared]

A time-space portal opened before us.

Lin Bo was quite curious about what would happen when he entered this instance derived from the original world. He also wanted to see how the Web Editing Association would handle the historical materials he provided.

After a moment's hesitation, he silently recited his human name and used the Mantra Illusion to create a new appearance for himself before stepping into the vortex.

This is a new day in Shita Town.

The Fresnel lens on the third floor had automatically closed, the sea breeze that had been howling all night had finally subsided, and people began to emerge from the apprentice cabins along the promontory path.

The shepherd astrologer appeared at the entrance to the cape, wielding a thin wooden stick to drive the grown lambs back. They left behind many black pellets of dung along the way.

"Oh!" A group of strangers by the roadside waved to him. There were men and women, tall and short, and many of them had unusual appearances, such as a dwarf who looked like a girl, a handsome man with silver scales on his forehead and pointed ears, a red-skinned boy with two horns on his head and a long tail on his back, and so on.

Having traveled the world for many years, I've never seen such a race of people.

Where do you come from?

The group spoke in a foreign language that the astrologer couldn't understand, so he took a sip of mushroom oil and whispered a spell, "(Incantation) I will understand the voices of the mortals."

In this way, he understood that the ten strangers in front of him had come to study.

The astrologer hesitated, "The Archmage did not foretell your arrival."

The dwarf-like girl spoke up, "I am the Grand Master's student, and you are my senior. It's so nice to meet you. Please inform the Grand Master that [Frost Soup Stew Pot] has arrived."

The others chimed in with their own opinions.

"I'm a fan of Master Mage!" "A ten-year veteran fan, here uninvited!" "Could this master please introduce us to the principal of the Mystic Academy?"

Just as he was struggling with this, a white seagull landed on the astrologer's shoulder and nodded at him.

"Alright, I understand." The eldest disciple suddenly realized, and gestured to the players, "Follow me."

He led the lamb slowly toward the headland where the sky was gradually brightening, nodding to his classmates and companions along the way.

The players were also taking a look at these veteran disciples.

There's a saying among spellcasters that the older they are, the more sought-after they become; the longer they live, the deeper their knowledge. Considering they were students of the mage brother, they were probably all legendary magic masters. A sense of awe had quietly arisen within me. My face was tense, but my eyes were ingratiating; I hurriedly raised my hand to greet the group of senior disciples along the way.

They whispered.

“I’ve discovered that three masters used disguise techniques. They made themselves look very old, but they are actually quite young.” The dragon vein sorcerer, whose vision had been stabilized, quietly pointed to the astrologer, the witch, and the jeweler.

“It’s normal for a spellcaster to have some quirks. Maybe it’s to make people think you’re reliable?” the bespectacled female human mage said casually.

“I’m worried that this is what the mage likes. What if he enjoys seeing others old and frail while he himself is young and handsome? Wouldn’t that be great?” The young Typhoon sorcerer flicked his tail.

“You’re finished. I’m going to tell Brother Fa on you right now that you’re badmouthing him behind his back.”

"Brother, you're wrong, please don't."

The morning class was about to begin, and all the apprentices gathered in the courtyard. Ten players from the cross-network huddled together, their appearances peculiar, their attire bright and colorful, quite different from the old and frail disciples of the Lighthouse.

The door opened wide, and a robot beckoned everyone inside.

"A mage's tower, wow, just thinking about it is so exciting!" "And constructs too, that's perfect!" "There must be tower spirits, elemental pools, and other facilities too, right?"

Filled with excitement, the players rushed into the first floor of the lighthouse, only to be met with a bewildering sight.

The small space, the simple tables and chairs, and the overnight bouquets in glass jars on the wall shelf, with fine dust swirling in the sunlight.

This is the residence of the internet celebrity monk who rose to fame on the Zongwang Forum and is sought after for his outstanding abilities.

The other disciples had already ascended the spiral staircase to the second floor, and the players followed as if waking from a dream.

"Oh! It's different now!"

The second floor of the lighthouse truly resembles the domain of a great mage, so spacious that there are no household items, only a round table and a circle of doors along the wall.

Players, being naturally curious, peered closer at the table and saw those spacetime bubbles floating like landscape crystal balls.

"Is this Leomon's Hut?" "No way, it's probably a demiplane."

“None of them are right,” a human man suddenly said. “This is a force field sword.”

The others looked on with surprise, their expressions saying, "Dude, are you kidding me?"

The Enchantress [Flying Sword Apprentice] nodded with certainty, "These are all force field constructs. They are not extradimensional or demi-planes. They are simply pocket universes divided by force fields. Master's skills are truly becoming more and more exquisite!"

His cheeks flushed with excitement as he strode toward the open doorway by the wall.

In the multi-purpose classroom, Lin Bo stood in front of the blackboard, watching his disciples and the auditors from other worlds pour into their seats.

His gaze lingered on one of the unfamiliar human males, who smiled slightly at him, creating an unspoken sense of understanding.

Lin Bo couldn't see through the illusion of the changing form, but he already knew the person's true identity.

Just as he knew he was now inside a dungeon.

Because the Dragon of Kening has vanished, the sea breeze and waves have become dull and sluggish. This is not a complete, real plane, but merely a slice of spacetime.

Lin Bo remembered that he planned to use the beacon to capture history, and it seemed that this step had been completed, and he was the image that had been imprinted.

He knew that this segment would repeat in a loop, and the characters in the dungeon would not retain the memories of each loop.

This feeling wasn't like being trapped like a beast. Even if he only had 36 hours to live, he would still have to do those everyday little things.

Lin Bo looked around at everyone and said with a smile, "Let's begin the lesson. To accommodate the auditors, we'll be reviewing previous lessons. If you have any questions, just come find me during the break."

The disciples and auditors rose one after another and bowed in gratitude for the teachings and guidance they received.

(End of this chapter)