I Arrived At Wizard World While Cultivating Immortality Chapter 719: Recall
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**Chapter 719: Recall**
That made sense. After all, dragonmen naturally lived for over a thousand years.
It had only been a few hundred years since Wizard Broadleaf reclaimed this plane.
The vast majority of the noble dragonmen who had enjoyed privileges under the old system were still alive, and the upper echelons of the resistance were almost entirely remnants of those very old nobles. In truth, the entire affair was simple: using the banner of resisting the wizards, they had conveniently purged the “inferior lizards” within their own race—those they had found displeasing for hundreds of years.
Unfortunately, the ten elders’ fear of death far exceeded their expectations.
The elders had used every excuse to delay action, ultimately allowing Wizard Broadleaf to complete all his preparations.
At this thought, Jie Ming’s expression paused slightly.
He raised his head toward Wizard Broadleaf. The data streams within his vertical eye between the brows quietly receded.
The old wizard still stood in place, hands behind his back, his expression calm, as if what was happening beneath his feet was not a cleansing capable of annihilating an entire civilization, but merely a long-arranged experiment.
Wizard Broadleaf seemed to sense his gaze. He turned his head and glanced at him, his smile faint yet profound.“You should understand now.”
Jie Ming handed over the iron-gray dragonman in his grasp, who had been sealed tightly, to Wizard Broadleaf.
Wizard Broadleaf raised his hand to receive it. With a gentle sweep of his sleeve, he stored the heavy body away, the motion as casual as putting away an inconspicuous trinket.
“What is the final effect of this array?” Jie Ming asked.
Wizard Broadleaf did not answer immediately. He simply raised his hand and pointed at the sky above.
“Everyone, rise with me.”
The dozen or so wizards showed no hesitation. They activated their law-solidified domains or flight spells one after another and shot into the sky alongside Wizard Broadleaf. Jie Ming’s Great Void Step allowed him to move freely in the air as well. He followed unhurriedly in the middle of the formation.
They pierced through churning clouds, through the ionosphere, through increasingly thin air molecules, and finally stopped near the edge of the plane barrier. The air here was already so thin it was nearly indistinguishable from vacuum.
Above their heads stretched a semi-transparent barrier that enveloped the entire plane.
Pale golden light patterns flowed slowly across its surface, like a giant net wrapping the planet.
Jie Ming looked down.
At this altitude, mountains, rivers, plains, and oceans were no longer fragmented terrain but were clearly pieced together into a complete pattern. His three eyes paused slightly once he saw the scene before him clearly.
From extreme high altitude, the topography of the entire plane formed the unmistakable shape of a colossal dragon curled up.
The winding mountain ridges were its spine.
The branching mountain ranges were its dragon wings.
The sunken basins were its retracted sharp claws.
The cloud-shrouded plateau at the northernmost end was the dragon’s head in profile, even the curves of its eye sockets rendered in exquisite detail.
The entire dragon curled its body, wings wrapped around both sides of its torso, like an embryo sleeping within its mother’s womb.
Jie Ming drew in a breath of the nearly nonexistent thin air and exhaled slowly.
“The dragonmen’s legend is true,” he said. “All their bloodlines originate from a single dragon.”
“Correct.”
Wizard Broadleaf stood at his side, his voice carrying a scholar’s delight when facing an unknown existence.
“However, this dragon has encountered some complications. It truly did create the entire ecology of the Dragonman Plane. The dragon beasts you saw in the Iron Spine Mountains, the bloodline concentration within dragonmen bodies, and even the so-called ‘ancient memories’ passed down through generations by the Ten Elders—all originate from it.” His gaze turned toward the trembling plane below.
“It is not an ordinary true dragon, but an ancient existence that has reached at least peak eighth level, and may have even touched the threshold of ninth level. This red-light array is the technique to forcibly ‘recall’ it.”
“Recall?”
Jie Ming sharply caught the word.
He was certain he had not misheard. Wizard Broadleaf had not said “awaken,” but “recall.”
Awaken would mean it was here, merely sleeping.
Recall meant it was not here at all… at least, some far more crucial part was not within this body and had to be pulled back from another place.
Combined with the fluctuations from the Reflection Dimension he had sensed during the old dragonman’s sacrifice, the answer was almost obvious.
Wizard Broadleaf turned around. Amber-colored law radiance flowed slowly around his sleeves.
He swept his gaze across the dozen or so wizards present, his tone calm. “Everyone here specializes in countering the power of the Reflection Dimension, so next, I will need your assistance.”
His voice remained even, even gentle. “Rest assured, the techniques obtained in battle will be your compensation.”
As soon as he finished speaking, several wizards clearly familiar with him immediately cursed.
“I knew you were being too generous all of a sudden, not taking a single coin in payment. Turns out you were treating us as free labor!”
“Pah! Wizard Broadleaf, you old bastard, your abacus is clicking so loudly I could hear it from the Crimson Court next door!”
“You call this asking for help? This is straight-up getting something for nothing!”
They cursed, yet not a single one actually turned to leave.
Techniques related to the Reflection Dimension were already astonishingly precious. Moreover, from what Wizard Broadleaf had just said, this was a live combat scene involving the intersection of ancient dragonkind and the Reflection Dimension.
Even if they had to pay resources themselves, plenty of wizards would still be willing to come.
Jie Ming stood among the crowd without joining the condemnation of Wizard Broadleaf.
He was integrating all the information he had gathered during this period and just now.
What Wizard Broadleaf needed was not ordinary wizards, but wizards capable of confronting Reflection Dimension forces.
Combined with the word “recall” Wizard Broadleaf had mentioned earlier…
A thread had already vaguely formed in his mind.
The red light beneath their feet continued to spread.
From extreme high altitude, the entire Dragonman Plane now appeared completely wrapped in a layer of dark red membrane.
The red light flowed silently along continents and oceans without the slightest weakening. Any dragonblood creature that touched it was instantly disassembled and dissolved, turning into strands of dark red smoke that merged into the sea of blood.
The floating cities that had risen in advance had become silver light spheres suspended above the red-light ocean.
They rotated slowly in the night, like a group of isolated islands temporarily fished out.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred.
The crust of the Dragonman Plane began to fluctuate violently.
It was an earthquake that nearly affected the entire plane, yet strangely rhythmic.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
The rhythm spread upward from deep within the crust, through the mantle, through the magma layer, through the red-light-covered surface, all the way to the edge of the plane barrier. With each pulse, the spatial structure of the entire plane trembled slightly, as if a colossal heart buried deep within the world had finally begun beating again within the red light.