The light of the teleportation array slowly faded beneath his feet.
Benjamin stepped out of the array's core and landed on a metal platform floating in midair.
Below the platform lay an endless, layered sea of clouds, a vast expanse of white stretching all the way to the horizon.
Above him was an unfamiliar starry sky. The starlight was cold, carrying a faint blue tint that dyed the entire sky pale cyan. The air was saturated with an astonishing concentration of free elements.
Benjamin merely took a light breath and felt those active elemental particles burrow into his body with each inhalation.
The elemental density here was at least three times that of the Purgatory Sulfur Plane.
If one cultivated in such an environment, even ordinary meditation would be several times faster than in the outside world.
But he soon had no mind left to appreciate this "superior" environment.
A terrifying pressure suddenly descended from overhead.
It was a presence so pure it was almost overbearing, as though an invisible mountain had been placed upon his shoulders, or as though something from a higher dimension was coldly scrutinizing him across space.
Benjamin's back tensed almost instinctively. Then he raised his head and looked toward the other end of the platform.
A wizard stood there.
Judging from his appearance, he was Wizard Broadleaf.
His build was not particularly tall among wizards; if anything, he was rather lean.
Yet when he stood there quietly, the surrounding space seemed to unconsciously tilt toward him.
Light bent faintly at his side, and the elements rose and fell with his breathing.
The mere residual ripples of laws naturally leaking from him had already covered the surrounding air in a faint amber sheen.
When Benjamin had seen Wizard Broadleaf's name, he had already anticipated something, but