My health recovery is incredibly fast.

The golden thorn flower slowly straightened its branches, struggling against the oppressive feeling brought by the shriveled blood vessels and countless alien demons.

About a minute later, the demons' hymn came to an end.

Several large clusters of light green light appeared near the shriveled blood vessels. The shriveled blood vessels suddenly inhaled, drawing the light green clusters into their bodies. Immediately afterward, they shriveled up, returning to their previous half-dead state, like an old dog barely clinging to life.

The little golden vitex has persisted long enough.

Xia Zuo noticed that it was rapidly weakening, and the delicate touch in his palm was becoming somewhat unreal.

Xia Zuo immediately severed the connection with the little golden thorn and opened his eyes.

The little golden chaste tree bent its branches here, its petals closed, and the buds fell onto the soil in the culture pot, looking exhausted.

Xia Zuo asked with some concern, "Is it alright?"

"Don't worry, I brought nutrient solution." Selena took a potion out of her alchemy pouch.

She uncorked the bottle and poured the clear liquid onto the glass dome.

The solution seeped through the glass, sprinkling a fine rain into the culture tank, nourishing the little golden chaste flowers, allowing them to stand upright again and regain their lively posture.

"It's truly amazing." Xia Zuo rubbed his chin, staring curiously at the little golden chaste tree.

Selena took the culture jar over. "Let me see what it has found."

Selena closed her eyes and reached out to touch the glass dome.

Just half a minute later, frost and gloom appeared on her face.

Xia Zuomo sighed; he had foreseen this outcome long ago.

“Your guess is correct, Shazo.” Selena opened her eyes, her expression grave. “We need to inform Rexor and the others to evacuate as soon as possible. And that reinforcement plan you mentioned definitely has to be canceled.”

Xia Zuo shrugged. "I've thought about it... Master Rexor might not be willing to evacuate..."

Selena was taken aback. "Why?"

“Because there were two traitors in the infiltrated team…” Xia Zuo recounted the events, “…After Master Rexol and I investigated how the traitors communicated remotely, I asked him what he thought—whether to interrupt the reinforcement plan or evacuate in time.”

Xia Zuo sighed. "He said very decisively that the most urgent and important thing is no longer to destroy the hostile forces in the anti-magic field, but to ensure that the blood element servants lurking in the headquarters of the Otherworldly Demon Church are not discovered."

Hearing this, Selena showed a hint of sadness. "You mean, even if you tell him our suspicions and provide substantial evidence, he won't leave, right? Given the cunning and caution of the Otherworldly Demons, once they discover that the Temple's infiltration team has acted strangely, changed its plans without warning, and withdrawn from the anti-magic field, they will quickly take action, thoroughly investigating every otherworldly Demon who knows anything... Searching the Otherworldly Demon Church headquarters to find the intruders is quite possible. Rexor certainly knows this, which is why he chose to sacrifice himself and the other team members to protect your informant left in the Otherworldly Demon Church headquarters..."

Xia Zuo nodded silently.

Selena took a deep breath, suppressing her grief. "I'll figure something out. Excuse me, Shazo. The information you shared is very important. I'll pass it on to the Tower Scholars, and then convene an emergency meeting to discuss rescuing the infiltrator team."

Xia Zuo asked, "Approximately how long will it take to come up with a solution?"

"One or two days..." Selena packed up the cultivation jar of the little golden thorn and left the alchemy room.

Xia Zuo escorted the other person to the door, then sat back down at his desk with a somber expression.

As a powerful and complex institution, the Temple adheres to the principle of efficiency in its research, but in other respects it is much like any other institution of power—burdensome and slow.

It takes one to two days to develop and implement an emergency plan, which is already very fast.

But that's far from enough.

Because at this point, there were only 16 hours left before the shriveled blood vessels were fully recharged.

Xia Zuo had every reason to believe that the Church of the Otherworld was in a great hurry. They were determined to do everything in their power to recharge the shriveled blood vessels as soon as possible before the temple realized their strategy. Otherwise, Nukalofa would not have needed to cast an even more powerful aura of forced piety.

Sixteen hours... Unless Rexor and the others set off immediately, it's questionable whether they can successfully reach the westernmost edge of the anti-magic field.

Xia Zuo scratched his hair a few times, bringing up Rexor's perspective in his mind.

The bald man is getting a good rest and is currently using oil to maintain his longsword and gun.

Shazo used the red thread on his red vest to describe his and Selena's discovery.

Chapter 71 Group Transmigration

"I'm sorry, Xia Zuo." Rexor said apologetically after reading the information Xia Zuo had presented.

"I may not be able to invite you to sit in Grey Corner."

Xia Zuo sat at his desk and felt a slight pang in his heart.

Baldy must be one of the people he's known the longest in this world...

Scenes from the past flashed rapidly through Xia Zuo's mind.

Years ago, he and Dim tracked down the Transformers and arrived at the edge of the Great Canyon at the foot of the Storm Mountains. Rexor rode down from the Storm Mountains on horseback, with a long corridor built of rock magic beneath his feet.

After that year, Xia Zuo came to the Silvermoon Federation and joined forces with Rexor to defeat the Blood Demon Quarovich's Bloodstone. Afterwards, he became the bald man's student, learning about chain maces, shields, and heavy armor.

From tracking down the stranded Ner'xath, to joining forces with the mage army of the Wildhammer Kingdom to slay the dragon, and now to infiltrating the anti-magic field together...

Their relationship was no longer just that of friends, master and apprentice, or colleagues in the temple, but rather that of companions with shared experiences.

Once the shriveled blood vessels are fully recharged, it may be goodbye forever.

When was the last time I said goodbye to someone forever?

Xia Zuo gripped his mage robe tightly, his mind churning with thoughts.

Although men are said to bleed but not cry, he found it hard to control the tears in his eyes.

He once faced the scene of parting forever with someone:

It was a sunny summer afternoon in the hospital ward, but Xia Zuo was anxiously pacing the corridor, his mind clouded with worry. His hair, untrimmed for two or three months, was soaked with sweat from his frantic running, strands clinging to his cheeks, his back drenched. He clutched his broken, tattered phone, barely functional despite being taped shut, and pushed open the door to a ward with trembling hands. His gaze swept over the nurse's reassuring expression, the flat line on the electrocardiogram monitor, and the white sheet covering his face and head on the bed. He could hear nothing but the rush of his blood and the piercing sobs that erupted from his throat.

Now, Xia Zuo is once again facing the pain of separation and death.

Looking at the frozen red lines of text in front of him, Rexol understood Xia Zuo's feelings at that moment.

"Let me tell you a secret, Xia Zuo." Rexol rummaged through his bag, pulled out a bottle of fruit wine, took a sip, and said:

“I, Ceretus, and all the other Witchers who have lived for thousands of years are not native to this world.”

What? Xia Zuo slowly came to his senses.

"Oh, where should I begin? My damned head is crammed with a long and complicated history, at least three thousand years old, which is a heavy burden for a human being."

Rexormosso, the bald man, thought for a few minutes and then said:

"Our original world was similar to the Western Continent, with horse-drawn carriages for transportation, low stone and wooden houses, and windmills that turned gently in the breeze. But later, a group of guys who called themselves the Wild Hunt crossed the mist and came to our world, saying that someone in our world had something they wanted."

Unfortunately.

"The person they're looking for happens to be someone we know, and we have a pretty good relationship with."

"So we fought with them."

Rexol scratched his head in confusion as he said this.

"Then something very strange happened. Just as we stepped into the mist and launched a counterattack against the enemy's world, the next second, we appeared in the current Gray Corner sub-plane."

"At first, we thought we had experienced a time warp during our time travel and fallen into some historical remnant. But we later discovered that we had actually traveled to the present world, and the Gray Corner Sub-Dimension is a sub-dimensional space built with the ancient sea fortress as its anchor point."

"When we left Greyhorn, we found ourselves in a world identical to our original one. Our identities remained the same, as did the local customs and traditions; only the timeline had regressed to before the Wild Hunt's arrival. This gave us the illusion of returning to our original world, but the Greyhorn sub-plane told us that this was a new world..."

Rexol scratched his head a few more times, looking utterly bewildered. "This experience is so strange. Many people, including myself, are wondering if we were dreaming, and if the real world was just a scene from a dream..."

Rexol took a big gulp of fruit wine, let out a pleasant breath, and continued:

"In short, after a brief period of confusion and bewilderment, we accepted reality. We used our memories of the future to circumvent the near extinction of the Witchers and slowly developed to where we are today. If it weren't for the Greyhorn sub-plane constantly reminding us that our past experiences were not illusions, we would sometimes really forget that we are not native to this world."

"Because the Gray Corner Sub-Dimension is related to our origins, we rarely open it to outsiders. Only those who have gained our trust can visit there... and learn our secrets."

Rexol shrugged and laughed, "Looks like you won't be getting a chance to play cards there now."

After hearing what Rexor said, Xia Zuo had many questions in his mind.

This was the first time he had discovered that there were other transmigrators in this world, and that they were transmigrating in groups or in bodies, unlike him who was transmigrating alone.

“Master, your experience is very bizarre, but I choose to believe it. Then, are there other people in the temple who are not from this world?” Xia Zuo asked.

"Hmm..." Rexor's tone was uncertain, "I don't think so."

After a few seconds of silence, Xia Zuo wrote in red thread, "Is there absolutely no other way? Do you all have to sacrifice yourselves?"

“Hmm… that’s right, Xia Zuo.” Rexor nodded calmly, as if he had long anticipated this day. “Please tell Christo to postpone the reinforcement plan, at least by three days. Don’t let the reinforcements come to their deaths, and don’t give up on pushing the plan forward. Continue with the usual supply transport work, and don’t tell the infiltrator team about the postponement, or the Otherworlders will become suspicious.”

"Ok."

This conversation, shrouded in a somber atmosphere, ended with Xia Zuo sadly dissolving the red thread.

In the silent alchemy room, Xia Zuo stared blankly at the map of the anti-magic field on the table.

He put aside the fact that Rexor and other Witcher Masters were also time travelers and focused on thinking about the most pressing problem at hand.

In my previous life, as a corporate slave, I could only watch my lover die after spending all my savings.

In this life, as a cheater, am I also helpless?

Of course not!

Regardless of whether the cheat system will betray its host, Xia Zuo intends to use his own methods to save Rexor and the others.

He switched to the perspective of the hemolymph servant and once again cast the detection spell on the shriveled blood vessels.

There are less than 16 hours left to charge.

To rescue Rexor and the others from the upheaval of the dimensional fusion, Xia Zuo needs to deploy a large number of blood element servants within the anti-magic field.

Rexor's order to delay the reinforcement plan means that a large number of highly protective red vests will not be delivered to the infiltrators, the plan to protect them will fall through, and the plan to collect life force orbs on a large scale will be aborted...

Putting these setbacks aside for now, Xia Zuo's biggest concern right now is how to get the Blood Element Servants into the anti-magic field.

His first step was to find a way to leave the secret chamber, otherwise the Blood Element servants would be stopped by the temple's barrier.

But how is he supposed to get out...?

Xia Zuo paced back and forth in the alchemy room.

Chapter 72 Absolute Trust

"Oh, right, I have an idea."