Time always passed swiftly for wizards immersed in research and work.
Before he knew it, fifty years had flashed by in the blink of an eye.
After the magnificent Plane War and the subsequent tedious, complex development and sorting work, the initial development of the Frostfire Plane had finally come to an end.
Benjamin, too, was preparing to return.
Benjamin stood in the temporary spaceport of the Frostfire Plane, which had now become bustling with activity. Looking at the Frostfire Plane's core in the distance, bound by countless runic chains yet still emanating a heart-palpitating aura, he could not help feeling dazed.
He had never expected that what had initially been an ordinary Plane War mission would keep him in another plane for so long.
All of this had mainly been caused by the Living Frostfire Plane.
Its unique life form, along with the shattered continents it had left behind after being defeated, had brought enormous trouble to the later statistical work and resource sorting, consuming countless hours and manpower from the wizards.
Because the work had been so busy, over the past fifty years Benjamin had either been conducting ecological surveys on shattered floating islands or analyzing and organizing data in temporary laboratories.
He had not even truly felt that fifty years had passed. It was as though that long stretch of time had slipped away in a daze.
However, he had chosen to return at this moment for one crucial reason—he needed to prepare to advance to a Level 2 Wizard!
Over all these years, aside from completing his heavy workload, Benjamin had never stopped meditating and cultivating himself.
His mental power had long since completely filled the Ring of Truth, reaching the standard for advancement!
As long as he wished, he could undergo the advancement ritual at