I, a cultivator, have ended up in the wizarding world

In the morning, the artificial star at the boundary point slowly rises.

The soft morning light streamed through the stained-glass windows of the hotel restaurant's dome, casting a dappled pattern of light and shadow.

The interplay of crimson gold, light blue, and silver-white colors flows gently across the polished floor, resembling an ever-changing scroll painting.

The restaurant, which had been silent all night, was awakened again with the morning light.

This place brings together styles from different civilizations.

The walls are made of the streamlined silver-gray metal panels commonly used by the Star Ring Federation, which are clean and simple.

The dining table, however, is made of a warm, jade-like dark wood, with naturally spiraling grain that subtly outlines strange spiral patterns. The chandelier hanging overhead is full of geometric aesthetics, with layers of regular cubes nested together, refracting light into neat and elegant patterns as it slowly rotates.

In the corner, there was a lush green plant with more than a dozen soft tendrils.

From a distance, it bears a striking resemblance to a tentacle tree.

Jemin sat by the window, with several local specialties laid out on the table.

One of the plates contained the crystalline shell of some kind of silicon-based life form, cut almost transparent and as thin as a cicada's wing.

Upon tasting, there is no chewing sensation; it melts slowly like ice crystals, leaving only a faint fragrance, offering a unique flavor.

The other dish contains spore clusters that have undergone special fermentation treatment.

Soft and delicate, it melts in your mouth, with a rich mushroom aroma mixed with the unique mellowness of nuts, creating an extremely rich and layered flavor.

There was also a bowl of steaming hot soup, the broth of which was made from a type of algae that glows on its own.

With each spoonful, tiny sparkles of starlight swirled in the broth, like fragments of the Milky Way floating within.

Each dish is a unique creation born from the long-term exchange between different civilizations.

As he savored the food, Jemin flipped through the star map unfolding before him.

Even with the highly advanced spatial teleportation system of the wizarding civilization, the journey from Norren Workshop to the meeting place at the border of the Void Architecture Institute and the Anti-Entropy Alliance was not easy.

After all, while the space teleportation technology of the witchcraft civilization was mature, its space blocking and space interception technologies were also well-developed.

No power would allow a strange wizard to freely traverse its territory.

Even using the simplest route, it would still require traversing the territories of tens of thousands of wizarding factions.

Fortunately, the Star Ring Federation has been operating for many years and has long established a vast official teleportation network.

As long as you are in the heart of the Federation, you can directly cross many boundaries through the official teleportation network.

But the further one goes into the border regions, the more the situation gradually changes.

Those newly developed outer areas haven't had time to establish a complete teleportation system yet.

Therefore, all travelers must constantly travel to the public intersections formed by the convergence of various forces, and then use the public teleportation arrays opened there to continue to the next stop.

Like a traveler constantly changing trains.

Because of this, Jemin saw many landscapes he had never seen before along the way.

Different wizarding factions possess drastically different ruling ideologies, and under their command live a vast number of servant civilizations.

Thus, each intersection is like a work of art resulting from the collision of civilizations.

Distinctly different styles of civilization merged at the intersection, creating a wonderfully harmonious aesthetic.

Just by enjoying these views, the trip is already worthwhile.

Before leaving, Jemin had already made arrangements for the affairs of the Purgatory Sulfur Plane.

The entire Purgatory Sulfur Plane has formed a stable and efficient operating system, so even if he were to leave for a thousand years, there would be no problems. In addition, he left early and had plenty of time, so Jemin did not deliberately rush.

At each border crossing, he would stay for a few days to experience the local culture and customs.

"I've had enough of staying here for the past couple of days, it's time to move on to the next place."

With that in mind, Jemin zoomed in on the star map again.

The teleportation network in front of us is nearing its "end," and this intersection is equivalent to a "border."

Further ahead lies the true public sector.

That was also the most dangerous part of the journey.

Jemin raised his hand and drew a new route on the star map.

Several backup relay nodes were marked in sequence.

Just then, a steady footstep sounded behind me.

"Do you mind sitting here?"

Jemin looked up and saw the hotel owner walking over with a steaming drink in his hand.

A waiter who had been standing by the table, resembling a crystal doll, had been dismissed at some point.

After receiving a nod from Jemin, the other person naturally sat down opposite him.

The boss looked to be about fifty years old and was wearing a meticulously made gray robe.

A level six wizard.

This was the judgment that Jieming made at first glance.

However, although the solidified domain of laws within the other party's body was complete, it appeared quite loose, lacking any sharpness forged through countless battles. Clearly, this innkeeper was a "civilian wizard" who had barely managed to advance to level six through years of accumulated resources. He was now likely retired, which explained his decision to run an inn at this borderland, enjoying a peaceful life.

"Is this your first time here?" the owner asked with a smile.

Jemin put the last crystal into his mouth: "Just passing by."

The shopkeeper looked at him and couldn't help but laugh: "I could tell at a glance. Someone as leisurely as you doesn't seem like a local." As he spoke, he looked out the window at the bustling street.

"Further ahead is the public sector, and that place is quite different from here." The boss took a sip of his drink.

"No matter what, this place is still connected to the Star Ring Federation. If something really happens, we can still contact the patrol fleet."

"But public star sectors..." He shook his head.

"No one there is truly in charge; if something goes wrong, no one will stand up for you."

Jemin put down his spoon: "How long have you been running this shop?"

"It's been hundreds of years."

The owner smiled and shook the glass, the ice cubes clinking together with a crisp sound.

"I'm not particularly capable. After barely managing to save up enough resources to retire, I opened this inn. It's quite interesting to watch all sorts of young wizards come and go every day."

As he spoke, he glanced at Jemin and said, "I've seen plenty of people like you over the years."

Then, the smile on his face gradually faded.

"However... once you get out of here, you'd better put away that relaxed attitude. The public sector is more chaotic than you think."

"There are not only black wizards there, but also remnants of the multi-race coalition forces that have been defeated and are now wandering around, alien creatures that roam the void, and even occasional infiltration of the reflection dimension."

"If you continue like this, rushing along while admiring the scenery..." the boss shook his head, "it's no different from hanging treasure on a flagpole and inviting people to steal it."

Jemin's eyes flickered slightly: "From what you're saying, there are many dark wizards there?"

Several teams are active in the vicinity.

At this point, the boss's expression became more serious:

"They are all desperate criminals who have been stuck at level five for many years. These guys usually hide in various border areas, and once they find a suitable target, they will attack together."

"They generally don't touch senior level six people."

"But what about those who have just advanced to level six..." The boss looked Jemin up and down, "they would be their favorite prey." Jemin listened to this and seemed to understand something.

The boss's expression was serious for a moment, then he laughed:

"However, you don't look like a newly promoted junior, so there's no need to be too nervous."

"In short, be more careful and don't just focus on admiring the scenery."

Jemin nodded seriously: "Thanks for the reminder."

He finished the last bite of his food, then got up to pay the bill.

When I stepped out of the hotel, the border area was already bustling with activity.

Along both sides of the street, various creatures from the servants of civilization set up stalls.

Jemin watched with great interest for a while, then slowly walked along the street toward the teleportation plaza in the distance.

He kept the boss's reminder in mind, but it didn't stop him from continuing to enjoy the scenery along the way.

A moment later, Jemin stepped onto the teleportation array.