My health recovery is incredibly fast.

The same logic applies to excluding Christo, Cynthia, and Letunia from involvement. Their job is simply to keep a close eye on their offspring's movements and promptly inform the Demon Hunter if they are attacked.

Shazo was somewhat surprised by Rexor's polite refusal; he did indeed intend to help.

Seeing Shazo's hesitant expression, Rexor shook his head and said, "Shazo, you have to trust me and Serites. I only have one instruction for you—take good care of your offspring. Even though they are all pseudo-blood mages, you still need to keep an eye on them. Leave everything else to me and Serites."

“Alright…” Xia Zuo put down the parchment scroll and bowed slightly to the two of them. “Then I’ll be going now. If you need any help, you can come to me anytime.”

"I will." Rexor watched Shazo leave.

The door closed, leaving only the bald man and the cold-faced man inside.

Rexor walked to his desk, put his hands on his hips, and let out a long sigh of relief. "All the qualified targets have been selected."

The cold-faced man approached the bald man and said, "If it really is Rena who has become the cloaked man's target, then that's for the best. The place where the dimensional exploration team is located is easy to escape from, and we have enough time to track down the cloaked man."

Rexol patted his companion's arm. "I'm going to meditate first. You take over the shift. Call me in three hours."

...

Xia Zuo returned to Xingye Academy.

It's the weekend, and Anru'er has no classes. She's in her dorm writing lesson plans and grading her students' homework.

After Xia Zuo returned, he chatted with An Ruer about the morning's itinerary and events.

The fact that the secret communication ring was cracked is indeed a very important matter, but neither the investigation, trial, nor the aftermath is within Xia Zuo's current authority, so it can only be set aside and not discussed.

However, the matter of pure-blood mages mentioned by Rexor concerned the safety of Shazo and the others, and became the focus of his discussion with Anru.

Anru carefully considered what Rexol had said, reviewed the whole incident in her mind, and said with some uncertainty:

"Are Rexor and the other guy fishing?"

"Fishing?" Xia Zuo was taken aback, then a thought flashed through his mind, and he clapped his hands. "It really could be fishing!"

Protecting the dangerous pureblood mages would have prevented the cloaked figures from being caught, but Rexor and his companion didn't do so. That leaves only one possibility: they were using the pureblood mages as bait to lure the cloaked figures into a trap.

No wonder the bald man asked with a worried look on his face if he could completely trust him... Xia Zuo immediately pieced together the whole story.

In Rexor's fishing plan, the bait is a pureblood mage, and the hook is the blood connection between a pureblood mage and a superior being. When the cloaked figure, as the fish, takes the bait, the blood connection will be triggered, and the Witcher, as the fisherman, will appear.

The entire process indeed did not require Xia Zuo's involvement...

Chapter 11 Defense Line

Xia Zuo has mastered the [Breeding Sporangium], and also possesses Kales' template and [Flesh and Blood Doppelganger], making him qualified to secretly participate in Rexor's plan.

But after careful consideration, he decided to give up.

The best course of action is to remain calm and do his job properly. Blindly interfering in this matter could backfire and even expose the [Spore-Bearing Cyst] and [Flesh-Blood Split], bringing trouble upon himself.

Anru will be in charge of keeping an eye on the descendants of the Blood Mage.

She first went to the university tower and found Beatrice, who was handling kingdom affairs.

Beatrice learned what had happened from Anjou and immediately sent a secret message to the city where Erin was located, using the city's resident mage's unique communication channel. It was estimated that Erin would return to the academy through the portal in the city tower within half an hour.

After leaving the headmaster's study, Anruer contacted Audrey using her bloodline connection to remind her not to leave the academy, and then flew towards the teleportation hall.

She teleported to Poseidon City in the Silvermoon Federation and found Janice studying at the academy.

Anru's sudden appearance moved Janice to tears. After her birth mother's death, only Anru and Xia Zuo, who were related by blood, could give her the feeling of family.

Anru spent some time calming down Janice, who was experiencing intense emotional turmoil. Under the guise of visiting her, she accompanied Janice for a while around the university. Then, she took out various gifts that she had prepared in advance in Janice's dormitory.

Anru gave Janice all sorts of protective items, including necklaces, bracelets, pendants, rings, shoes, socks, gloves, clothes, and waist bags.

Anru helped Janice put on new clothes and jewelry, repeatedly reminding her not to take off the pendant and that she could wear the other accessories in rotation.

For the next two hours, Anru took Janice out for a good meal outside the academy before leaving amidst Janice's reluctant gaze.

All preparations are complete; now we simply wait for the cloaked figure to take the bait.

...

Roundabouts have three advantages:

Rainforests with abundant rainfall, sunshine, and a rich and diverse ecosystem.

After the temple reclaimed this land from the shamanistic school, it became a treasure trove for the alchemists to study biology and the natural environment. Experimental zones designated by different alchemical research groups can be seen throughout the land area above sea level.

Very few people know that the roundabout has a fourth unique feature.

It is the birthplace of the shamanic school, a sacred place in the eyes of various shamanic tribes, and a sanctuary where shamanic tribes have sought refuge from the chaos of the outside world for several centuries.

This place embodies the highest ideals of the shamanistic school:

Find the entrance to the [Land of the Long Sleep], travel to this mysterious sub-plane, and retrieve your progenitor—the founder of the shamanic school who was framed by Sodike Blackflame in the First Era and besieged by enemies.

The shamanic school does not believe that its ancestor died. In their view, after the ancestor's physical body was destroyed, his spirit lost contact with his body and instead gained true freedom, unbound by the body.

The Land of Eternal Rest is the place the progenitor longed for most; his spirit must have gone there.

In order to follow in the footsteps of their ancestor, the shamanic school devoted years and hard work to constructing a magnificent altar plaza in the underground space of the circular island.

The altar plaza covers an area of ​​over 2,000 square meters, with four massive, pyramid-shaped stone structures standing at its four corners, guarding the central altar tower. Countless thick stone pillars stand along the edge of the plaza, supporting its stone ceiling.

During the Revival Festival, the grandest festival of the shamanic school, important members of the shamanic tribe gather here.

They were divided according to their tribal surnames and historical origins, and sat cross-legged on the pyramids at the edge of the square.

The tribal leaders gathered on the altar tower and together threw torches into the tower.

Through their daily labor, members of the shamanic school collected many raw materials that could help them enter a meditative state.

These raw materials, after being processed by the shamanic school, are made into fragrant meditation spices.

The finest portion of the meditation spices would be transported by the shamanic school and stored in a hollow tower.

After being dried and compacted repeatedly, the spices inside the tower were squeezed together to form a giant incense pillar.

Once ignited by an open flame, the rich aroma will fill the entire altar plaza. The underground altar space is relatively enclosed, and the density of the aroma is greater than that of air, so the aroma will linger in the altar plaza for a very long time.

The shamans, seated cross-legged on the pyramid, inhaled the fragrance deeply and entered into meditation with their leader. Under the protection of the shrine, they searched together for the entrance to the [Land of Rest].

The shaman tribe built altar squares, researched meditation spices, developed meditation methods, and protected the ancestral shrines.

Out of their affinity for the Temple and their aversion to the Otherworldly Demons, they chose to contact and join the Temple.

Ha, how ironic.

Today, the entire circular island, both above and below ground, is now a temple.

The sacred altar plaza has also been occupied by a group of tower scholars obsessed with finding new planes. The poor shaman members can only huddle in a corner of the circular island, forced to live a carefree, captive life.

A few shamanic members are exceptions.

They possessed high levels of expertise in the three schools of spiritualism, totemism, and mind, and were recruited by the scholars of the Tower to assist in the search for the [Land of Eternal Rest].

Neoxat is an exception among exceptions.

He was originally a tribal chief who had studied the three schools of thought for over a thousand years and had mastered the [Divantana's Shrine]. He had led his tribe to search for the entrance to the [Land of Eternal Rest] dozens of times, making him a highly experienced individual.

After being saved by the Temple, he possessed an alchemical body—the kind controlled by the Temple, which could take his life at any moment.

From then on, Nyxath ​​became a super tool in the hands of the Temple, providing services to the dimensional exploration team free of charge.

Over the past two years, Neoxat has earned the trust of the dimensional exploration team through his actions, humility, and competence, successfully rising to the rank of elite agent and acquiring his own tent at the team's camp.

Just as a new round of dimensional exploration was about to begin, a pair of cold eyes peeked out from behind the tent flap, silently watching the exploration team's every move.

The day of revenge against the Temple has come! All for the shamans, for the progenitors, for freedom! ...Nyxat is hiding in his tent, plotting a sinister scheme.

He held an antique wooden plaque in his left hand and carved with a carving knife in his right. His movements were skillful, and he didn't make any mistakes even when he wasn't looking at his work.

The search for new dimensions is very similar to the search for new continents during the Age of Exploration.

A ship laden with supplies and fresh water, a captain to manage the crew, several deputies in charge of key departments, a navigator well-versed in constellations, geography, and astronomy, plus a large group of spirited and persevering sailors, are all it takes to explore a new continent.

The same applies to exploring new dimensions.

An abundant supply of alchemical tools, a prestigious expedition leader, several deputies in charge of various teams, a navigator skilled in planar studies and meditation, and a group of planar scholars who dare to explore in the pitch-black environment together form the Planar Exploration Team.

Nyxat is skilled in meditation but not much in planes, so he is now collaborating with another high-level plane scholar, and the two of them serve as navigators.

Nyxath ​​was responsible for using shamanic methods to find the general direction of the sub-planes, while the higher-level planar scholars were responsible for translating Nyxath's discoveries into knowledge that the planar scholars could understand, which was equivalent to undertaking the translation work.

One can imagine that when Ner'xath's shamanic techniques are learned by high-level planar scholars, he will be kicked out of the team and sent back to the underground prison in the frozen snowfield.

Nexus had to keep a backup plan in order to retain his current position and the limited freedom he currently enjoyed.

The key is the wooden plaque he is carving.

This is a spiritual tool that can bring one into the realm of spiritual insight.

It is a beacon or a signal light.

In the dim environment of the soul's clairvoyant vision, the wooden plaque can illuminate a small area, and people can barely see the faint light emanating from it from 10 meters away.

A long row of wooden signs can form a glowing path, allowing the dimensional exploration team to record the route they have taken and find their way.

Each expedition lasts about half a month. Nyxat takes the lead, marking out an area for the expedition to explore. The exploration teams then spread out along his path to conduct their explorations. The entire process involves laying at least 100 wooden signs along the way.

The person who places the wooden sign will leave their member number on it. If something happens, other members can follow the member number on the sign to come to the rescue.

Each member is responsible for making their own wooden plaque, using the woodcarving techniques taught by Naoxat.

Nexus had a trick up his sleeve here.

When he demonstrated to the exploration team, he deliberately slowed down his carving speed. Since he couldn't use magic, he could only carve with his hands, and he could carve about 30 pieces per hour. The plane scholars in the exploration team, with the help of [Mind Acceleration] and Silver Sand Palm, could make 30 wooden plaques in two minutes.

Nyxat was hiding his true strength; in fact, he could carve 90 pieces per hour.

30, 90, and 60 wooden plaques—exceeding the expectations of the planar scholars—are Nyxath's trump card.

He spent more than ten minutes making a wooden plaque with his own number, and then made dozens more plaques, each engraved with Rena's number.

"Nyxat." A voice came from outside the tent, and a person floated over without making a sound.

A flicker of disgust and regret crossed Nyxat's face.

He loathed the spell of flight, and especially hated the planar scholars who used flight instead of walking all the time, like sneaky mice.

He was filled with remorse.