Twenty-five years later.
It was neither a long nor a short stretch of time.
For ordinary people, it was already a considerable portion of a lifetime, but for wizards, it was hardly worth mentioning.
Even now, the war between the Wizarding World and the Jianser Civilization remained unhurried. Neither side showed any urgency. All manner of probing had never ceased, like hunters staring fixedly at their prey, brimming with patience.
The daily expenditure, countless beyond measure, might have been unbearable and an enormous waste for lower-tier civilizations. But for powers of their immense scale, it was no real issue—merely a scratch that neither itched nor hurt.
The homeland of the Jianser Civilization.
Unlike the fantastical ancient style of the Wizarding World, this was a technological world brimming with futuristic atmosphere. Every kind of facility had long since been developed to an extraordinary degree. Scenes of glittering lights and lavish revelry spread everywhere, while crowds flowed endlessly through them. Clamor and extravagance were the style here.
All kinds of private spacecraft sped through the orbital lanes, as commonplace as cars in modern society, showing that most residents here lived fairly well.
Inside the tallest building in the entire world.
Through virtual projection technology, several hundred members of the Psionic Council had all gathered.
At this moment, they were discussing the progress of the war.
Among the tiered seats, a councilor seated in the second row reported solemnly to the others, "Because our previous reconnaissance operation was exposed, we have never successfully infiltrated their homeworld again over these past years. That wall called Wutoma Ge's Wall not only possesses the ability to block Spatial Teleportation, but also the characteristics of soul detection. Furthermore, any substance not born in their homeland is refused entry. Therefore, our understanding of the secrets of their homeland