The Plane Train to the Elf Plane from the Boundary Land has officially opened, so Herag no longer needs to use the Teleportation Altar to get there, he can simply buy a ticket.
As long as you possess a Wizard’s Mark, you can directly purchase a Plane Train ticket within the train’s route and cross planes to arrive at your destination.
Arriving at the Elf Plane took less ti than Herag had imagined.
From the mont he boarded the train, to the train’s stop in the Elf Plane, it took only a matter of minutes.
But in terms of Wizard Plane ti, seven days had actually passed.
Like last ti, the Plane Train stopped directly in front of the World Mother Tree, reaching deep into the Dark Night Forest.
Herag couldn’t help but think that it’s no wonder the Elf Plane is so wary of the Boundary Land.
Such an ability to transport large numbers of people directly to the heart of your territory is enough to make anyone extrely apprehensive, let alone that their combat power far surpasses yours.
There wasn’t much change on the side of the Elf Race; Herag soon reunited with Asuna, Reese, and Chatiya, who all seed to be doing well.
The Elf Plane has now officially established trade relations with the Boundary Land, with constant traffic of the Plane Train, sothing many Elves have grown accustod to.
However, ordinary people in the Elf Plane are still unaware of this developnt; currently, only those within the Elf Race know of it.
Herag stayed in the Elf Plane for about a month, intending to stay longer, considering the high concentration of Free Energy Particles beneath the World Tree, suitable for ditation Practice.
The concentration of Free Energy Particles under the World Mother Tree is extrely high, exceeding most regions of the Boundary Land, only slightly inferior to the interior of the Sixth Ring Tower.
Herag’s main reason for staying was that he hadn’t spent ti with Reese and the others for a long ti, so he wanted to keep them company.
However, after a month, Herag found the speed of his ditation was still too slow, incomparable to his ti in the Abyss Plane.
When he was in the Abyss Plane, the starlight poured down directly and coalesced into his body.
Such ditation speed couldn’t compare to now, as the World Will in the Elf Plane didn’t assist him.
After a month, Herag decided it was better to return to the Abyss Plane to continue ditating, striving to condense his True Spirit sooner and achieve Sixth Ring Wizard status.
After acquiring another batch of World Tree Juice from the Elf Race, he returned to the Wizard Plane with Reese and the others.
The Northern Region has now mapped out its most important city, Lindong City, which will beco the largest city in the Northern Territory.
The people from the Boundary Land are very professional and efficient, allowing Herag to move in with his group.
Lindong City has already completed the core construction, featuring large areas of houses, streets, squares, and Herag’s castle.
However, it still lacks people.
After Herag familiarized himself with the progress, he assigned Reese, Asuna, and Lillian to handle these matters, as he prepared to enter the Abyss Plane.
Chatiya tagged along to play, but she couldn’t help with much.
Though she couldn’t assist in city construction, she could help improve the Northern Territory’s natural environnt due to her proficiency in Natural Magic.
Emil and the others haven’t been brought over yet, but the World Tree Juice has already been sent, and Eric and the younger generation have consud it.
Herag planned to bring them over once Lindong City had more people, making it more livable.
Otherwise, for ordinary people, it would still be too quiet and desolate, sowhat dull.
Sitting in his room in the castle, Herag glanced at the Plane Mark on his left palm and, with a thought, vanished.
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On a barren plain, not a blade of grass grew. The moonlight shone on the gray-white earth, the reflected light almost blinding.
Herag did not know where this was; it seed the Plane Mark teleported him to different places each ti, not returning him to where he last left.
He looked up at the starry sky and compared the position of the stars to estimate the rough distance.
"This should be east of where I left last ti, quite a distance away."
Herag quickly calculated the distance from the place where he last entered the Wizard Plane by Fegar’s summoning, and it was indeed very far.
He carefully sensed the surrounding environnt and found no danger.
Of course, this ans no danger to him.
The small demons around posed no threat to Herag.
Having understood the general situation around him, Herag began to enter a ditative state, seizing the ti to ditate.
As soon as he entered ditation State, celestial phenona occurred, with starlight falling like rain, threading into Herag’s body.
Herag’s ditation speed instantly returned to its original speed, and the speed of Soul Power condensation also increased significantly.
In the Wizard Plane or the Elf Plane, the speed of Soul Power condensation would be very slow.
Herag was now like a Child of the Abyss Plane; as long as he ditated, the heavens, the earth, and the rules of the world would serve him.
Soon, a month passed.
Herag remained sitting where he was, eyes closed in ditation, with silver threads all around his body, the starlight descending from the starry sky.
From a distance, it looked like a galaxy descending, remarkably awe-inspiring.
Within a hundred miles, no other demons existed; none dared to disturb Herag’s practice.
Suddenly, Herag slowly opened his eyes, looking into the distance, a cold light piercing through the horizon.
In the distance, countless eyes appeared in the void, blinking at Herag.
Herag looked at these eyes, finding them sowhat familiar.
He quickly recalled that these were the eyes he had once glimpsed through a brief plane rift in Silver Moon City.
They may not be the sa eyes but are of the sa kind, with fundantally the sa aura.
Herag rembered that just one glance had given him a headache back then.
Other wizards fared worse; several people’s heads shattered on the spot after just one look, dying imdiately.
Herag hadn’t expected to see these eyes again after so long.
This ti, however, thousands of eyes appeared ahead.
Herag could sense that each eye was an individual demon, arranged in a peculiar yet highly orderly formation in the front, with unknown intent.
"What do you want?" Herag asked in a deep voice.
The group of eyes blinked collectively, followed by a stream of information flowing into Herag’s mind.
It seems their thod of communication wasn’t through language but through information streams.
"Honored Ancestor, our master is the Thousand-Eyed Ancestor, who has specially invited you to attend the Thousand-Eyed Ancestor’s banquet."
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