The Wizard Path From The Simulator

Time flies in the blink of an eye, nearly a month had passed.

The heart of the White Rose School, on a giant round stone platform.

A dozen or so people of varying ages stood on the platform.

Ordinarily, regular members couldnt enter this place, but today was different, because today was the day the schools Mystic Realm was opened.

Among the dozen or so people, a few glanced at Milton Cheney from time to time, their eyes filled with surprise.

Milton Cheneys face was simply too unfamiliar they were sure he didnt exist in the school before.

This surprising newcomer was even eligible to participate in this Mystic Journey.

Hmm, one could only say he had a strong backing.

Milton Cheney stood on the platform with a calm expression.

He had some idea what these people were thinking, but it had nothing to do with him, and he didnt care for it.

If these people didnt mess with him, then Milton wouldnt have any interaction with them in the Mystic Realm.

Deputy Sect Master!

Seeing a person suddenly appear on the platform, the dozen or so people immediately bowed.

Milton Cheney also bowed along with them, not showing any abnormality. This Deputy Sect Master had really appeared out of the blue, as if teleported here.

Milton Cheney was sure that the Deputy Sect Master wasnt here before, but he had suddenly appeared on the platform.

Is this what a real wizard is like? Their methods are unimaginable.

You should all be prepared for this Mystic Journey, so I wont say more.

The voice of the Deputy Sect Master was very old, but when Milton Cheney looked up, he found that the Deputy Sect Masters face was surprisingly young.

So young!

Milton Cheney murmured to himself.

He was really young. If you were only looking at the appearance of the Deputy Sect Master, you might even think he was not yet twenty.

But the aura enveloping him was very old.

This was a contradiction but also a tangible reality.

This could be a method to retain youth, or possibly a transformation into a youthful appearance.

It would be extremely easy for an Official Wizard to do this.

Milton Cheney felt that the gaze of the Deputy Sect Master lingered for a moment on him.

However, when he turned towards the Deputy Sect Master, he found the Deputy Sect Master wasnt looking at him at all.

Milton Cheney thought he might be overthinking and dropped the idea.

Bam!

In the next moment, a magic wand suddenly appeared in the Deputy Sect Masters hand.

The wand was held by the Deputy Sect Master, and then it was slammed down on the stone platform, making a loud noise.

An ethereal circular door abruptly appeared above the platform.

Even Milton Cheney was deeply shaken by this technique.

He recognized the sudden appearance of the magic wand in the Deputy Sect Masters hand, isnt this the effect of a Spatial Magic Device?

Go in, little guys.

The Deputy Sect Master spoke, the crowd looked at each other, then they stepped into the Mystic Realm one after the other, Milton Cheney naturally included.

Watching Milton Cheney, the last one to enter the Mystic Realm disappear, a playful smile flashed in Deputy Sect Master Nios eyes.

Spiritual Eye, an interesting young man.

If Milton Cheney heard Nios murmur, his expression would surely change.

Because he never thought that a wizard could see through his Spiritual Sea with just one look.

Of course, if Milton Cheney were a real wizard and used his Spiritual Eye to look at Nio.

His face would also change because in the middle of the many magic structures in Nios Spiritual Sea, there was a magic structure resembling an eyeball.

Cheney would not be unfamiliar with this magic structure, it was precisely the structure of Spiritual Eye Magic!

However, the structure inside Nios Spiritual Sea was far more complicated than his.

Grey, white.

These two colours made up the White Rose Sanctuary.

Upon arriving, Milton Cheney thought he had entered a two-dimensional world as no other colors were present.

There was no sun, no wind.

Like a dead silence, there was no trace of life here at all.

Silence seemed to be the main theme of this sanctuary.

Milton Cheney squinted slightly. Accustomed to the colorful outside world, being suddenly thrust into this sanctuary took him some time to adjust.

Milton Cheney moved around a bit and found that there was no discomfort, it was just like the outside world.

He looked around and found that he was the only one in this area.

As he moved his feet, Milton Cheney discovered something different from reality.

When he first stood still, Milton Cheney did not notice anything wrong, but when he actually moved, he found that walking in the Mystic Realm felt somewhat heavy compared to the outside world.

The influence was extremely weak, you wouldnt feel it unless you were really attentive.

It was like walking with a person on your back.

The influence of gravity?

Milton Cheney wondered.

He didnt know whether this was due to gravity, after all, the scientific theories of his previous life werent always applicable in this world.

Milton Cheney stopped and knelt on the ground, grabbing a handful of sand.

White fine sand slipped through Milton Cheneys fingers in a straight line.

So it wasnt that Milton Cheney didnt feel the wind, there was truly not a breath of wind here.bender

This place was like a frozen space.

Without the sun, without the wind, even the sky was like a coat of ink.

This would result in one thing: here, you couldnt feel the passage of time.

It would be fine in the short term, but once the time was prolonged, it would be extraordinarily difficult to determine how long had passed.

Unless from the moment you enter, you constantly count the time in your heart without a pause.

Even then, there could be errors.

But this didnt bother Milton Cheney. He could still make a rough estimation of the time.

At least, Milton Cheney could assure that the error between the time he estimated and the actual passage of time wouldnt exceed two hours.

After the white sand ran through his fingers, Milton Cheney stood up and headed towards the center of the sanctuary.

In the White Rose Sanctuary, the only way to determine direction was by looking at the sky.

Because the sky was frozen, it remained the same. After hundreds of years, it had been thoroughly studied.

Milton Cheney had also memorised the map of the sanctuary, so determining the direction was easy for him.

What he wanted was located in the central area of the sanctuary.

Time passed, but Milton Cheney didnt stop.

Perhaps two hours had passed, maybe three, when Milton Cheney stopped.

Looking up at the frozen sky, Milton Cheney compared it with the sanctuary map in his mind.

This is it!

Once he was certain, Milton Cheney sat down cross-legged on the spot.

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