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one year later.

In a distant magical empire.

Inside a towering magic tower, the air was as heavy as solidified amber.

Enormous magic circles were carved all over the ground and dome, with runes layered upon each other, and a dark blue light slowly flowing through the patterns, like blood surging in a vein.

Dozens of mages walked around the magic circle, occasionally forming hand seals.

Magic surged from their bodies and flowed into the array.

The magic crystal core at the top of the tower emitted a deep hum, causing the entire tower to tremble slightly.

Chief Space Mage Merlin stood in the center of the magic circle, his white beard hanging down to his chest, his robes embroidered with star and rune patterns.

A fist-sized crystal ball floated in front of him, its interior reflecting blurry star coordinates.

That was an unusual signal that the Imperial Observatory had detected a few years ago.

After years of deciphering, it was finally confirmed that these were coordinates from another world.

His assistant stood to the side, holding a thick notebook, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead.

"My lord, the magic reserves are full, and the magic array is functioning normally," the assistant reported in a low voice.

Merlin didn't turn around; he just stared at the unfamiliar starry sky inside the crystal ball.

"Calibrate the final rune and stabilize the spatial node."

"Yes."

After everything was ready, a woman dressed in a magnificent mage's robe arrived at the experimental site.

The old monk walked up to her and said respectfully.

"Respected Venerable Victoria, that spacetime signal has been identified by us after years of exploration."

"We can open the weak points in space at any time to connect the two worlds. How about now?"

The woman nodded slightly.

"Go ahead and do it. We predict that world won't be very powerful. Let's open the passage first and send the advance team to investigate."

"yes!"

Merlin, the old man, did not question the woman's words in the slightest; she was one of the few archmages in the empire.

He was a being far more intelligent than him, and Merlin simply waved his hand to signal the start.

Several high-level mages who had been preparing simultaneously cast spells, and the runes on the edge of the magic circle lit up one after another, changing from dark blue to bright white.

The air began to distort, like heated glass, and everything in sight became crooked and distorted.

Merlin took a deep breath and raised his hands.

It pulls at the coordinates sealed inside the crystal ball.

With hundreds of thousands of high-level energy stones injected into the magic array.

The light grew brighter and brighter, illuminating the entire tower as if it were daytime. The deep hum turned into a sharp whistling sound, making one's eardrums ache.

Outside the tower, dark clouds began to gather in the sky, swirling into a huge vortex. Lightning flashed through the clouds, but there was no thunder.

Merlin formed a mudra with his hands and chanted a spell in a low voice.

Ancient syllables uttered from his mouth, each word carrying magical fluctuations and resonating with the magic circle.

A thin, hair-like black crack appeared in mid-air.

It hovered in the center of the magic circle, like the edge of a torn piece of paper, its color darker than the deepest night.

Through that gap, one could vaguely see the light and shadow on the other side.

"Hold on!"

Merlin roared, veins bulging on his forehead.

The crack slowly widened.

From hair to fingers, from fingers to arm thickness.

With each inch the array expands, the magical fluctuations of the magic circle become more intense.

Just when these mages were about to give up, the woman took out a short staff, and then an endless stream of magical power surged out from the bottom of the tower.

Victoria is the owner of this magic tower.

Only after the magic power accumulated by the magic tower flowed into the magic circle was the expansion of the spatial rift stopped.

Finally, the crack stabilized at a height of over five meters, with a maximum width of two meters.

It resembles a vertical, pitch-black crack, its edges gleaming with a purplish-black arc, silently suspended in mid-air.

Through the crack, you can see the sky on the other side—it's hazy and gray.

"Sir, the advance team is ready." The assistant broke the silence.

The woman nodded and waved.

A team of elite imperial knights and mages entered through the tower gate, totaling two hundred people, all of whom were at least at level one life.

They wore enchanted armor covered in defensive runes and held magic crystal weapons in their hands.

The team leader was a middle-aged mage, but he was not the team's strongest fighter.

The strongest among them was a knight, a third-tier titled knight. He had an old scar on his face that ran from his eyebrow to his chin, and his eyes were cold and stern.

Victoria turned around and looked at the advance team:

"After passing through the crack, immediately find a safe place to place a positioning beacon. Collect environmental data to confirm whether there is intelligent life."

Whatever is found, you must return within three days.

"Yes." The commander nodded.

"Remember," Victoria emphasized again:

"Once the beacon is activated, we can lock onto that world's spatial coordinates in the sea of ​​stars."

"From now on, we won't need to maintain this rift to deliver large armies across the starry sky. Therefore, your mission is not to fight, but to scout."

Maintaining the spatial rift is too costly and unsuitable for large-scale military operations, which is why this advance force was created.

"clear."

The commander waved his hand, and one by one, the advance team members passed through the crevice. They disappeared into the dark rift, their figures swallowed by the darkness, leaving no trace.

Victoria stared at the crack, remaining silent.

Merlin asked in a low voice, "My lord, what do you think it is on the other side?"

Victoria shook her head:

"I don't know. But the future of the empire may lie on the other side."

Ron was naturally unaware of all that was happening in the distant magical empire.

He was with his daughter, who was less than six months old.

Shirley.

The little one is now a treasure of the territory. Since giving birth to Sherry, Liulichuan has never entered the magic tower again, and sometimes she doesn't even do basic meditation.

All his attention was focused on Shirley.

Cecilia also adored her beloved niece, who had become another family member besides her sister and brother-in-law.

The territory had more than one piece of good news; Elise also had one.

And she's already eight months along, so she'll be giving birth soon.

After playing with his baby daughter, Ron went to her place.

Elise was sitting by the window reading a book, with a blanket covering her lap.

The fire in the fireplace was burning brightly, casting a rosy glow on her fair face. She was wearing loose loungewear, and her belly was already quite large.

When Ron came in, she put down her book, and the corners of her mouth slowly turned up.

"Have you finished watching Sulli's videos?"

"Hmm." Ron walked over, sat down next to her, and reached out to touch her stomach.

"I really hope my child will be as cute as Shirley," Elise said gently, touching her belly.

"Don't think about it. Didn't the doctor say it's a boy? Boys aren't cute at all. It'll be good if they don't drive you crazy."

"I just thought you preferred your daughter," Elise said coquettishly.

"If you want a girl, I'll give you one."

After comforting Elise, Ron's thoughts drifted into the distance.

He was naturally happy to have two more children that year.

His territory continued to develop as usual, and after killing several groups of bandits who were secretly causing trouble, no one tried to trip him up anymore.

But what troubled Ron the most was that he thought Margaret would finish her slumber in three to five months, but she had been asleep for a year and still hadn't woken up.

If the soul contract hadn't shown that everything was alright, Ron would have been frantically trying to find a solution long ago.