Sorcerer: I want to be an Academic Prodigy

Chapter 646: Chapter 633: Spirit Lake Teleportation Chapter 646: Chapter 633: Spirit Lake Teleportation In the vast expanse of ice and snow, there is only one high mountain standing alone, unknown to outsiders; this is Golden Snow Mountain located in the Extreme North.

On this day, Templer met with the golden pig Beale here.

“Oh, Templer, my dear brother, so glad to see you again,” Beale remarked with some exaggeration.

“Hmm, I’m quite pleased as well,” Templer replied, not surprised by this.

He had made inquiries about Beale, who could be described as infamous, labeled by the Holy Light Church as a ‘lewd beast,’ a ‘lewd bastard,’ a ‘lewd demon,’ and was even said to be a wild beast guilty of every conceivable evil.

In short, they spread the ugliest rumors about him.

The reason Beale was so detested by the church was because he had done something that deeply angered them.

Reportedly, with his sweet talk, he made the Holy Daughter of the Holy Light Church fall in love with him and even bear his child.

The scandal was huge at the time, and more outrageous was that the next Holy Daughter also fell desperately in love with him, and similarly, bore his child.

Thus, by his efforts alone, Beale led the Holy Light Church to abolish the role of Holy Daughter, along with the role of Saint Heir.

Impressively, Beale not only remained unscathed afterwards, but to this day dares to frolic boldly in front of the Holy Light Church.

With such a glorious record, while his name spread across the Fertile Continent, people also realized his unprincipled character.

In Templer’s view, nothing said from his mouth seemed strange anymore.

“Templer brother, you understand me best,” Beale said after a few pleasantries, finding Templer more agreeable. “But we must get back on track. I wonder what important matters you have to discuss with me? I’m eager to hear them.”

“Let’s talk inside.”

Templer gestured towards Warm Sun Lake.

Beale naturally had no objection, and the two of them entered the steaming lake, where a whole new world unfolded before them.

“Wait.”

Seeing Beale taking out the previous teleportation token, ready to activate it, Templer stopped him.

Beale was stunned, somewhat puzzled.

Without explaining, Templer observed the surroundings in more detail, trying to see through the mysteries within.

“Templer brother, what do you mean by this?” Beale sensed something unusual and urged with some vigilance.

“I don’t know how you’re planning to get to that grand world of yours, but I actually have a more convenient way. Are you willing to hear me out?”

Templer assured him seriously.

“My brother, are you sure you’re not joking? But your joke is not very funny, really.”

Hearing his words, Beale looked even more puzzled, and after a while, he tentatively began to speak.

“My method is quite simple. By relying on the teleportation array we’re in, I sensed on my last visit here that this isn’t just a simple teleportation array; it involves a unique plane—the Spirit Lake Plane.

This kind of teleportation array shouldn’t be used for short distances but for inter-planar teleportation, especially between two closely connected planes.”

Templer explained his method in detail.

These words left Beale shocked, while he couldn’t stop gazing intently at the surroundings, never having felt this long, tunnel-like world be so magnificent and mysterious.

“Well?”

After a good moment, Templer asked.

“Sorry, the matter concerns significant affairs, and I cannot make the decision.” Beale’s expression turned serious as he spoke.

“I understand, then find someone who can make the decision to talk to me.” Templer insisted unapologetically.

“Give me a moment.” Beale nodded, indicating Templer to wait for a while, then activated the token in his hand and disappeared.

Left alone in the narrow world, Templer didn’t mind; instead, he looked around with interest, where his fingers touched, creating ripples clearly resonating with the space.

“The Spirit Lake Plane is indeed a wondrous plane; I must visit there if I have the chance.”

He thought inwardly, remembering the legend of a unique plane filled with lakes of all sizes, each containing a different world, known as ‘world within worlds.’

These world within worlds could also teleport among themselves.

Under the influence of the rules of the Spirit Lake Plane, many planes would develop similar lakes, some of which could also teleport among each other, enabling inter-planar traversal.

Without a doubt, such lakes are natural inter-planar teleportation arrays.

These kinds of lakes are rare, but this Warm Sun Lake is different. Although it shows signs of damage, its spatial rhythm is distinct and distant, with a high possibility of connecting to another spirit lake, whose environment far surpasses that of the Song Praise Plane.

“Who are you? State your true identity.”

Soon, a person appeared not far away, also arriving through spatial traversal.

Judging by their appearance, they seemed to be of the oceanic race and also an Ancient King, presumably one of the leaders behind the Anti-Saint Light Alliance, although their face was clearly disguised.

“Ivan Marichardon, you probably haven’t heard of that name, but that’s not important. What’s important is that we share the same goal: to reach another plane, isn’t that right?”

Upon hearing the other’s suspicion, Ivan admitted smoothly and revealed his name.

It was clear that at this moment, the one controlling Templer’s body was Sorcerer Ivan; otherwise, Templer wouldn’t have such spatial knowledge or the ability to recognize the Spirit Lake.