Archwizard Gathering

The first thing Ron felt when he stepped out from Emerald Ring Star's teleportation platform was the damp air rushing against his face.

The air was filled with an extraordinarily dense concentration of magic, so thick it almost seemed touchable with a finger.

He looked up.

The sky was a strange shade somewhere between emerald green and deep blue.

It was a unique sight formed by plant spores suspended in the atmosphere refracting the sunlight.

Supposedly, when viewed from orbit, all of Emerald Ring Star looked like a meticulously polished emerald.

Layer upon layer of greens in varying shades, beautiful enough to steal one's breath.

"The concentration of magic on this planet is very high."

Aselia's voice rang out deep in his mind.

"Far denser than most regions of the Main World. Antico has managed this place well."

"You know him?" Ron replied with his thoughts.

"Not him personally, but I've met his mentor, the King of Stability."

As he conversed with Aselia, he stepped onto the magical staircase leading to the floating island.

The forest gradually turned into a green ocean, and every now and then, he could see a few enormous flying magical beasts passing through the clouds.

When he finally set foot on the edge of the floating island, his gaze was immediately drawn by the sight before him.

The entire floating island was covered in a silver metal.

That metal slowly flowed and undulated across the ground, forming all kinds of buildings.

Some solidified into towering spires, some became winding corridors, and others formed exquisite gardens.

"Mercury."

Aselia said, "This is the external projection of his Void Shell."

"The entire floating island is part of his body, completely different from the King of Stability's style."

"What the King of Stability pursues is 'constancy,' keeping everything unchanged.