Chapter 162
The altar connecting the two worlds was located in Feidnan City’s Adept’s tower. This was to protect the world coordinates of the lesser plane.
Half a year was not very long.
After becoming an adept, the greatest change for Greem was the immense slowdown in the speed at which his powers increased. The meditation technique used by apprentices was meaningless for adepts. Greem’s daily meditation only brought about an increase of Spirit of 0.0001 every time. Even Greem would have suspected his daily meditations to have lost all of its effects had it not been for the chip’s thorough monitoring of his body.
Of course the Sarubo clan had meditation techniques suited for adepts, but unfortunately, with Greem’s current qualifications, there was no chance for him to get his hands on them. Greem could have a chance if he contributed a lot to the clan’s plane war this time. Otherwise, he can only silently bear with the turtling speed of his Spirit increase.
On the surface, Greem, Mary, and Acteon were all adepts of the Sarubo clan. But in truth, they were the clan’s prisoners. The Second Grade Adept Sir Fügen had left a special curse in their mental world. They would instantly be killed by it should they leave Feidnan City at their own discretion.
Thus the three didn’t dare step a single foot out of the city even though they walked about freely in the City of Feidnan.
On the other hand, Alice was mad at the fact that Greem and Alice had advanced into adepts.
She kept suspecting Greem had intentionally sent her outside of the secret space, and let Mary take her place instead, causing her to lose her chance to become an adept. As for all the risks and dangers Mary had to experience in the process, Alice completely disregarded them.
The sky is boundless. The stars are countless.
Looking at the starry skies without the interference of the plane barriers, Greem felt like his entire being had sunk into the dark but shining night sky. The barrier between man and the world had disappeared. It was all so fantastical and beautiful.
Greem drew his line of vision away from the night sky with much effort. Only then did he have the chance to survey the teleportation platform he was on.
This was a massive pseudo-plane floating in the depths of the galaxy.
The inside of the pseudo-plane wasn’t the most commonly seen continent form common to the material worlds. Rather, it was a mountain peak so massive it was beyond imagination. Steep cliffs. Forests of stones. There were terrifying peaks everywhere that stood tall like unsheathed swords.
And the teleportation array where the party was was located on the top of such a peak. Someone had sliced the sharp peak, turning it into a flat platform. Looking from atop, numerous holes had been dug in the peaks. Countless flying creatures that looked like two-footed dragons were weaving in and out of them.
The array on the top of the sharp peak wasn’t the only one. In Greem’s vision alone, there were three to four more teleportation platforms exactly like the one beneath his feet. Teleportation light flashed there as well. There were up to three other parties that seemed to consist of adepts as well.
“Come with me! We need to first regroup with the others! ” Fügen called out and took to the air.
Almost anyone who became an adept had their own unique method of flying.
Some summoned flying creatures out of beast-slaving rings. Some grew an odd pair of wings. Some called upon the wind Elementium particles to surround them and help them fly….. Greem summoned the Lightning Giant, and had it carry him and follow behind Fügen towards a platform with several other people.
It was hard to tell how huge this pseudo-plane was, but when they flew high up in the sky, Greem’s pupils couldn’t help but shrink. This……this was a pseudo-plane so huge it could be called a small continent of its own!