As the strategic world teleportation array rumbled and hummed, an immense quantity of strategic supplies was sent from the Wizard World into the Netherfire World.
"It succeeded."
After murmuring this, Green glanced at Little Eight on his shoulder, who was puffing on a Netherfire Cigarette, a specialty of this world. In the deepest recesses of his memories, Old Ham of Bissell City had always carried the smell of smoke about him. It had become Green's most vivid childhood memory.
Netherfire World cigarettes were made from mild yin energy nurtured by this world's leyline laws, gathered into tobacco. Once lit with fire, they produced a mildly hallucinogenic mist that easily brought about a sense of pleasure. They counted as one of this world's specialty resources.
"Wahaha, Young Master, want some too?"
As he spoke, Little Eight blew clouds of smoke and actually tore open a Dimension Gap, pulling out an oversized Netherfire Cigarette. Green refused it.
"Chitter chitter chitter, such a large-scale altar. Looks like you prepared quite thoroughly."
The Rainbow Potion great rat appeared timidly beside Green. Whenever it appeared, whether Green or Little Eight, neither could help casting a few extra glances at the tattered sack slung over its back. Heaven knew how many treasures were hidden inside.
What the Rainbow Potion Stigmata Wizard pointed to was precisely the Netherfire Altar Green had spent the past ten years building with all his strength.
Though this super-large altar, a thousand meters in diameter, was rather rudimentary, its quality was beyond reproach. In terms of scale alone, it was indeed of an exceptionally high standard.
Arc Lightning Cloud, Flame Chalice, and Wei Lide had each returned from three separate routes with their scouting assessments.
Whether passing through scattered, small Void Starfall ore regions, Void Storm zones inhabited by void creatures, or