Sixth Ring Wizard

The interdimensional train to the Elf Plane has been officially opened at the border, and Herag no longer needs to travel to the Elf Plane through the teleportation altar; he can simply buy a ticket.

As long as you possess the Wizard's Mark, you can directly purchase a ticket for the Dimensional Train within its route area, allowing it to cross dimensions and arrive in front of you.

The arrival time in the Elven plane was shorter than Herag had imagined.

From the moment they boarded the train until it stopped in the Elf Realm, only a few minutes had passed.

But in reality, according to the timeline of the Wizarding World, seven days have already passed.

Just like last time, the dimensional train stopped directly in front of the World Tree Mother Tree and headed straight into the depths of the Dark Forest.

Herag couldn't help but think that it was no wonder the Elven plane was so afraid of the borderlands.

The sheer ability to directly pull a large number of troops to your base is enough to make anyone wary, not to mention that their combat strength far surpasses yours.

On the Elven side, there weren't many changes. Herag quickly reunited with Asuna, Ries, and Shalltear, and they all seemed to be doing well.

The Elven plane has now officially established trade relations with the border region, and interdimensional trains travel between the two planes every so often, a practice that many elves have become accustomed to.

However, the ordinary people in the elven realm are unaware of this matter; currently, only those within the elven race know about it.

Herag stayed in the Elven plane for about a month. He originally wanted to stay longer, thinking that the high concentration of free energy particles under the World Tree was suitable for meditation and cultivation.

The concentration of free energy particles beneath the World Tree Mother Tree is extremely high, even higher than in most areas of the border region, only slightly lower than inside the Sixth Ring Tower.

Herag stayed here mainly because he hadn't spent much time with Reese and the others in a long time, and wanted to keep them company.

A month later, Herag discovered that his meditation speed was still too slow, not as fast as it had been in the Abyss Plane.

When Herag was in the Abyss Plane, the starlight from the entire sky fell directly down and condensed into his body.

That level of meditation speed is incomparable to what it is now. In the Elf Realm, the world's will wouldn't help him.

After staying for a month, Herag decided to return to the Abyss Plane to continue meditating, hoping to condense his true spirit as soon as possible and become a sixth-circle wizard.

After obtaining another batch of World Tree sap from the elves, he led Reese and the others back to the Wizarding World.

The North has now planned its most important city, Winterhold, which will become the largest city in the North.

The people on the border are very professional and efficient; Hrag is already able to move in with his people.

Winterhold has now completed the construction of its core area, featuring large areas of houses, streets, squares, and Helag's castle.

The problem is that we're just short of people.

After checking on the progress, Herag put Reese, Asuna, Lillian, and others in charge of these tasks, as he prepared to enter the Abyss Plane.

Shalltear also came to play, but she didn't know anything and couldn't help at all.

Although she can't help with city construction, she is skilled in nature magic and can help improve the natural environment of the North.

Emil and the others hadn't received it yet, but the World Tree sap had already been delivered, and Eric and the younger generation had consumed it.

Herag planned to bring them over once Winterfell had a larger population and was more suitable for living.

Otherwise, for ordinary people, this place is too quiet, desolate, and somewhat boring.

Herag sat in his room in the castle, glanced at the dimensional mark on his left palm, and with a thought, vanished.

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On a barren wasteland, not a blade of grass grows. Moonlight shines on the gray-white earth, and the reflected light is almost blinding.

Herag had no idea where he was. It seemed that the dimensional imprint teleported him to a different place each time, and it wasn't the place he had left last time.

He looked up at the starry sky and compared the approximate distance based on the positions of the stars.

"This place should be to the east of where we left last time, it's quite far away."

Herag quickly calculated that it was a very long distance from where he had last been summoned into the wizarding world through Felgar.

He carefully surveyed his surroundings and found no danger.

Of course, this means there is no danger for him.

The small monsters around him posed no threat to Herag.

After learning the general situation around him, Herag began to meditate, making the most of the time.

As soon as he entered a meditative state, a celestial phenomenon occurred: starlight fell like rain, gradually merging into Herag's body.

Herag's meditation speed instantly returned to its original speed, and his speed of condensing soul power also increased significantly.

In the wizarding or elven realms, the speed at which soul power is condensed is very slow.

Herag is now essentially the chosen one of the Abyss Planes. Once he begins meditating and cultivating, all things in heaven and earth, and the rules of the world, will serve him.

Soon, a month had passed.

Herag remained seated, eyes closed in meditation, surrounded by silvery-white threads—starlight descending from the heavens.

From a distance, it looks like the Milky Way has fallen, which is very impressive.

Within a radius of a hundred miles, there were no other demons left, and no one dared to disturb Herag's training.

Suddenly, Herag slowly opened his eyes and looked into the distance, where a streak of light pierced the sky.

In the distance, countless eyeballs appeared in the void, blinking as they stared at Herag.

Herag looked at the eye and felt it looked somewhat familiar.

He quickly remembered that these were the eyeballs he had seen through that brief dimensional rift back in Silvermoon City.

They don't seem to be the same eyeball, but they are of the same type, and their auras are essentially the same.

Helag remembers that he only glanced at it and felt a headache coming on.

Other wizards fared even worse; several of them died instantly, their heads shattered, after just one glance.

Herag never expected to see that eyeball again after so long.

However, this time, it was thousands upon thousands of eyeballs appearing in front of them.

Herag could sense that each eyeball was a separate monster, positioned in front of him in a strange but actually very regular arrangement, and he didn't know what it wanted to do.

"What is it?" Herag asked in a deep voice.

The group of eyes in front of them blinked collectively, and then a message entered Hrag's mind.

It seems that the other party's method of communication is not through language, but through information flow.

"Your Excellency, our master is the Thousand-Eyed Ancestor, who has come to invite you to his banquet." (End of Chapter)