Three years have passed in the blink of an eye.
Outside the world barriers of the Giant Spirit Realm, the energy turbulence of the chaotic void continues to surge endlessly.
Jeming floats in a relatively stable airspace, carefully embedding the last metal substrate engraved with countless runes into a complex structure large enough to encircle a small planet.
As the spiritual power flows from his fingertips to complete the final activation and calibration, the lines of the entire enormous array light up one by one.
Blue luminescence outlines complex geometric patterns in the void, then quickly vanishes, leaving only faint ripples in space.
Through the Magic Network Terminal he carries, Jeming sends a brief message.
Soon after, a First Level Wizard, clad in standard gray robes, piloting a precisely structured anti-gravity vehicle, swiftly arrives.
This First Level Wizard stops in front of Jeming, respectfully performing a standard wizard salute: "Lord Jeming."
