The elemental microparticles within the static chamber slowly settled, marking the end of this multi-year joint experiment phase.
Jeming assisted Professor Clark in recording the final batch of data streams, and after politely taking his leave, he activated the dimensional teleportation access.
A familiar sulfur scent, mixed with an indescribable sense of order, rushed over him as Jeming returned to his Purgatory Sulfur Plane.
The moment his feet touched solid ground, he didn't rush to check the expansion status of the Black Giant Legion; instead, he first immersed his mind into the earth beneath him, carefully sensing the enormous system covering the plane — the Incense Fire Divine Dao.
"Operation… all normal."
A moment later, Jeming opened his eyes, a hint of relief in his tone.
The period he had been away wasn't long, just a mere ten years or so.
In terms of plane management, which is often measured in centuries, it was just a fleeting moment.
