Chapter 751 - 635: Night and First Contact (Double-Length)

Opposite the crevice lies a wasteland engulfed in night.

On the distant horizon, there were no signs of human activity, only endless wilderness, sparse shrubs, and withered grass rustling in the wind.

The sky held no stars or moons, only a pure, thick darkness.

Jeming stood on the wasteland, raising his hand to condense an Energy Light Ball in his palm.

The light sphere emitted a gentle white glow, illuminating a range of dozens of meters around him.

The moment the light sphere lit up, he sensed something shrinking back into the darkness.

That feeling was like lighting a lamp in a dark room, causing the rustling noises hiding in the shadows to suddenly quiet down.

"So this is the Night Mysterious," Jeming observed the surrounding darkness, somewhat curious.

He did not attempt to trace or probe deep into the darkness with his Spiritual Power.

Oston was right; this eerie phenomenon only needed to be avoided, not dealt with.

His gaze swept around, searching for other traces of the eight Wizards.

Not far away, a few points of light could be seen moving.

Those were light sources lit by other Wizards, scattered in different directions, seemingly each person advancing towards their own interest.

Jeming chose a direction without any light points and stepped into the darkness.

The night wind on the wasteland carried a dry, earthy smell, surging from all directions.

Jeming held the Energy Light Ball, slowly moving forward in the darkness.

He did not appear hasty; it was unwise to act rashly upon arriving in a new Plane.

It was best to gather a certain degree of intelligence before taking action... just like what he was doing now.

The brightness of the light sphere was intentionally kept at a minimal level by Jeming, just enough to illuminate a three-step range ahead, not an inch more.

Jeming wanted to test how sensitive the "Night Mysterious" was.

The moment the brightness decreased, that feeling returned.

It was as if something cold and damp adhered to the back of his neck, or countless eyes gazed at him from the darkness, each carrying an indescribable hunger.

Just being "watched" was enough to make one feel nauseous.

"For ordinary creatures, staying in such an environment for long would likely lead to a mental breakdown..."

Jeming did not turn around; he calmly increased the brightness of the light sphere by one level.

Those gazes shrank back instantly, like an octopus's tentacles recoiling from a hot touch.

The surroundings returned to emptiness and quiet, leaving only the rustling of wind through withered grass.

He tried it again.

Lower the brightness, and the feeling of being stared at came back immediately.

Increase the brightness, and the feeling disappeared.

"The threshold is probably around this level." Jeming stabilized the light sphere at a medium brightness.

This level of brightness could entirely eliminate the feeling of being watched, without being so bright as to attract half the wasteland's attention like a lighthouse.

He silently noted down this parameter and continued forward.

He did not plan to continue testing further for now.

Oston had made it clear: the Night Mysterious connected the entire Plane, and excessive resistance could cause irreparable damage.

It's like entering a wildlife reserve; even if a monkey scratches you, you can't flatten the mountain with a missile.

You have to follow the rules, use a tranquilizer gun to catch, and a cage to contain, rather than flipping the table.

Jeming agreed with this approach.

A Plane that could continue to produce oddities was far more valuable than one left with nothing after being violently smashed.

He was a researcher, not a destroyer.

"However... the most troublesome part of the Night Mysterious isn't keeping oneself constantly in a lit state."

Jeming looked up at the empty wasteland around, involuntarily frowning.

Keeping oneself constantly in light in the night may indeed make one a target for enemies.

But considering everyone was in the same predicament, that wasn't too significant an issue.

A bigger problem was that in this Plane, at least in the night, he couldn't freely use Spiritual Power for broad-range reconnaissance.

Jeming walked along, compressing the perception range of his Spiritual Power within ten meters around his body.

After all, the "Night" itself was eerie.

He wasn't sure what would happen if Spiritual Power swept through the night and didn't plan to verify it.

However, from the two types of eerie phenomena he'd encountered thus far, Soul Energy could easily affect the eerie.

Oston's "warning" was very clear: don't cause damage to this Plane.

Whether Spiritual Power detection would trigger a stress reaction in the Night Mysterious was uncertain.

If it triggered a stress response, causing automatic resistance to his own Spiritual Power, the whole Plane might be damaged.

In such uncertainty, the safest course was not to use Spiritual Power for perception.

"Just in case, abandon all detection methods related to Spiritual Power, and temporarily ban all proactive, wide-range reconnaissance Witchcraft to prevent causing too much damage to the Plane's environment."

It was a pity to give up the most convenient reconnaissance means, but it was not a big deal for Wizards.

After all, aside from proactive reconnaissance, there were various supportive detection methods that could be applied to oneself.

And for Jeming, it was even simpler: he directly used his five senses.

Jeming's five senses, under the enhancement of Refining Void Perfection, even surpassed the effect of many Sixth Level Wizards using enhancement Witchcraft.