Route Decided

The light of the teleportation array faded, and Benjamin set foot on solid ground, standing outside the Space Teleportation Array of the Purgatory Sulfur Plane.

He took a deep breath.

The air was thick with the familiar scent of sulfur, mixed with the faint heat of lava.

That smell had once made him deeply uncomfortable, yet now it stirred a trace of nostalgia.

He had not expected this mission to last fifty years in a single stretch.

Benjamin stood where he was, gazing at the lava river flowing in the distance, slightly dazed.

He shook his head, reined in his thoughts, and headed for the laboratory.

Still, these fifty years had not been wasted on him.

Although the work of receiving the Els Plane had been tedious, most of the time, all he needed to do was keep an eye on the progress.

It had given him the chance to settle down and thoroughly go through all the knowledge crystals he had never had time to study in detail.

His current level of knowledge should have reached that of a seasoned Level 4 Wizard.

Benjamin silently assessed himself.

He was still quite far from the average standard of a Level 5 Wizard.

After all, many Level 5 Wizards measured their study time in "millennia."

Even if not all that time was spent studying, the gap in accumulated learning time between Benjamin and a proper Level 5 Wizard was still enormous.

These fifty years of cramming had merely pulled his weak point up from "too ghastly to look at" to "barely presentable."

My knowledge on the wizard side is barely sufficient now, Benjamin planned inwardly. Next, I can free up some time to focus on the knowledge of the Cultivation Civilization.

His mastery of the Spirit Energy Law had been stuck