"Saine, you shouldn't have come." Mentor Moxidu's weary voice sounded in Saine's mind.
All around Saine, all he could see with the naked eye was a kaleidoscopic haze of elements.
Not only could he not see where Mentor Moxidu was, but even the dozen or so apprentices walking at the very front of the group were gradually becoming indistinct.
Besides that, ever since entering the energy vortex, Saine had continually felt a discomfort.
It was a suffocating oppression that made his chest feel tight and left him unable to breathe, as though he had left the environment he was accustomed to and entered another unfamiliar time and space.
"Mentor, where are you?" Saine could not help calling out softly.
Because Saine was near the rear half of the apprentice group and had gradually slowed his pace after hearing his mentor's voice, the few apprentices around him did not notice anything unusual about him.
"I am at the control and stabilization device for the Time-Space Rift. I am communicating with you through Mental Strength."
"You will naturally comprehend how to converse through Mental Strength once you become a Formal Magician. I have something more important to tell you now," Moxidu said swiftly.
Saine did not dare utter any needless words. He immediately held his breath and listened.
"We had all thought too optimistically this time. How could there be so many resource-rich Demiplanes, or even Complete Rule Planes, in the Star Realm for us to happen upon?"
"According to the images and information sent back by some apprentices ahead, the other end of the Time-Space Rift is very likely a Broken Plane."
"The plane's environment is incredibly harsh. The fragments sent back are filled with sandstorms and endless yellow deserts."
"I have visited three Alien Planes myself, but their environments were