The light of the Teleportation Array faded, and Jeming found himself standing firmly outside the Space Transmission Array of the Purgatory Sulfur Plane.
He took a deep breath.
The familiar scent of sulfur permeated the air, mingling with the faint heat of lava.
This smell, once uncomfortable to him, now evoked a sense of nostalgia.
He hadn't anticipated that this mission would span fifty years in a single endeavor.
Jeming stood in place, gazing at the flowing river of lava in the distance, feeling somewhat dazed.
He shook his head, regaining his focus, and headed towards the laboratory.
Speaking of which, these fifty years hadn't been entirely wasted for him.
Although receiving tasks on the Aerial Plane were cumbersome, most of the time he only needed to oversee the progress.
It allowed him the opportunity to delve into those knowledge crystals he had long wanted to study in detail.
Now, his knowledge level should have reached that of an experienced Fourth Level Wizard.
