Wizard, I have a game board.

Chapter 340 A Long and Arduous Goal
The giant inside the light screen spoke with a hint of loneliness, seemingly not pleased with his breakthrough.

"Sixth Rank, Nine Stars?! Comparable to a Seventh Ring?"

"My God, besides Speaker Lor, has Speaker Sanchez also taken this step?"

"I saw in the announcement that anyone who can reach the sixth rank and nine stars is almost guaranteed to become a seventh-ring wizard. That means Speaker Sanchez will definitely become a seventh-ring wizard in the future. But why does he not seem very happy? That's a seventh-ring wizard with a lifespan of tens of millions of years!"

“Such a great being should have even higher goals in mind. I think the reason why Speaker Sanchez is like this is because the probability of advancing to the eighth ring is still not high.”

“That’s possible, but I’m more inclined to believe that Speaker Sanchez felt somewhat lonely after reaching this point and looking around to find that there were very few others at his level.”

“That makes sense, but if even Speaker Sanchez feels lonely, how lonely must Speaker Lor, who is an Overlimit user, be?”

"Hiss—I can't even imagine."

"I really hope that one day I can reach the level of Speaker Sanchez."

"Why don't you want to go down the same path as Speaker Lor?"

"I am self-aware."

"A little, but not much."

"you"

Sanchez's words shocked countless low-level wizards, and the discussions were deafening.

On the top floor of Francis Wizard Tower, in the study.

"This guy finally got what he wanted." Francis sensed the scenes unfolding within the giant light screen outside the tower. While he was happy for him, a touch of envy couldn't help but well up in his heart.

In any given era, a region might only produce a handful of sixth-tier, nine-star individuals. To say he didn't want to be one of them would be a lie.

However, he was well aware of the path he had chosen, and even with his best efforts, the sixth rank and the seventh star was the limit he could reach.

The upper limit of the sorcery slots is fixed, and due to its unchangeability, everything is already set in stone, and there's no way to change it.

December 19, 11952 in the Wizarding Calendar.

In the void, 135 spatial nodes away from the Wizarding Plane Cluster.

"Tear--"

The spatial rift suddenly opened, and a seemingly ordinary purple spaceship, about a mile long and a hundred meters high, flew out from it.

Inside the spaceship, a ten-meter-tall plant resembling a sunflower suddenly had its golden petals turn purplish-black, and an invisible sense began to spread outwards from this location into the surrounding void.

In less than two seconds, its perception had already covered the void within a radius of 322 spatial nodes, including the Wizard Plane Group.

"After thirteen years, we've finally found it." Fisie breathed a sigh of relief the moment she discovered the Wizarding Plane Cluster.

The view of the sea from one side is just too vast.

Without the real-time calibration coordinates of the Second World, relying solely on a rough overview map of the Blood Territory, even with the aid of an eighth-tier treasure that grants her perception over a hundred times greater than that of an ordinary eighth-tier being, it would still be difficult for her to accurately locate a plane cluster whose coordinates have already been published.

“Besides that eighth-tier believer, the other six eighth-tier beings in plane 758 are all guarding outside plane 37865.” Fisie carefully sensed everything outside the wizard plane group: “These guys really go to great lengths to please the spacetime transgressors.”

Seeing the six eighth-tier beings waiting in formation outside the Wizarding Plane, it couldn't help but feel a little irritated.

With these guys around, unless more than ten eighth-level beings come at once, they won't pose any threat to the spacetime transgressors. It has to take action itself.

According to the message from the Space Flower, only a dozen or so eighth-tier beings escaped during the initial siege. Will they all come?

Most importantly, it had no hope of killing these guys in advance, because one of them was an eighth-level spatial faction member.

This outcome is undoubtedly the worst possible result.

"Let's first see how many eighth-tier beings have come looking for targets of those who have transcended the limits of time and space," Fizz sighed softly, then turned her attention to the void further away from the Wizarding Plane Cluster.

However, no matter how it sensed, it couldn't find any more eighth-order or even seventh-order items.
"impossible."

Fish was filled with doubts. "There are only thirty-three years left until the end of the trial. Logically speaking, even if not all of those eighth-order individuals who have designs on time-space transcendents come, at least one or two should have shown up by now."

"Could it be that they were already killed by those six guys beforehand?"

"That's not right either. There are no traces of law fluctuations in the nearby void. Obviously, there haven't been any battles above the eighth rank in the last thousand years."

"Never mind, let's wait a bit longer. Their perception range isn't very wide; they should still be on their way."

It found a barely plausible reason for the remaining eighth-tier civilizations that had not yet arrived, forcibly suppressed its irritation, and began to wait patiently.

One year.
ten years
Thirty years later, Fisi sensed the still empty void except for the 758 sea-facing six eighth-order beings and fell silent.

It was only at this point that it finally realized that, apart from itself, no other escaped eighth-order being was willing to come and target the spacetime transgressor.

It can actually understand what those guys are thinking.

Based on the previous actions of the Silkworm Dream Civilization, it is clear that the administrator behind the Time-Space Limit Breaker is paying close attention to them.

Regardless of whether they can eliminate those who transcend time and space under the watchful eyes of the administrators, even if they are lucky enough to kill them, there is a very high probability that they themselves will perish along with them.

Having barely escaped the tiger's den, how many creatures would choose to return to the wolf's lair?
Even it itself, if not for a promise to its former leader, would have a 99% chance of not venturing into this godforsaken place.

As a dominant being, it can live comfortably in the Crystal Domain as long as it is not targeted by the Silkworm Dream Civilization.

This is why it was willing to give up for two seconds.

"A bunch of cowardly parasites!" Fizz cursed inwardly.

If those guys don't come, its concessions are meaningless, and it can only risk personally sending the time-space transgressors to their deaths the moment the trial ends.

There's no way to get rid of this blame.

Above, in the far more distant void.

A silkworm and a butterfly stand side by side, and beside them floats a coffin that looks like it's made of rotten wood.

"Can that little guy succeed?" Blood looked down, his gaze passing over the distant void and the deck of the warship, finally landing on Fizzi.

"it should be OK."

Butterfly smiled and said, "Luo Er would never have imagined that such a big change would happen in the Crystal Domain in recent years, so there is no reason to waste a little bit of law value to enter the Second World and communicate with Ling Kong and the others."

"Furthermore, even if he suddenly had the idea to enter the second world and communicate with Ling Kong, Ling Kong, with his perception ten times that of an ordinary eighth-level being, would not be able to sense the enemy. The spatial nodes he had set up in advance did not cover the place where that little guy was. On the surface, there was no danger. So why would he think of moving the plane cluster?"

"The civilization of life is quite sensible. If nothing unexpected happens, Lor will experience death ahead of time. I hope he can gain a lot from it."

"Oh, by the way, remember to leave some seeds of the wizard civilization behind, we can't let that little guy wipe them all out."

Lor's cultivation system relies too heavily on civilization, so leaving behind a spark is inevitable.

"Don't worry, I know." Blood nodded. Outside the Wizarding Dimension.

"Lingkong, haven't you sensed the approach of the eighth rank yet?" the Ash Dragon guarding one side of the Wizarding Plane asked impatiently.

There are now only three years left until the end of the trial.

If those eighth-tier individuals don't come soon, how can it continue to curry favor?
"No." The leader of Lingkong shook his head helplessly.

"A bunch of useless trash!" the Abyss Throne said coldly. "Civilization is gone, and you don't even have the courage to come and take revenge."

"Yes, trash!"

"No wonder their civilization perished."

Several leaders of the 758 top large-scale civilizations facing the sea denounced the eighth-order beings whose civilizations had been destroyed.

If those guys don't come, what will they use to curry favor with the time-space transcendents?
Just because we waited outside the Wizarding Dimension for hundreds of years?
December 12, 11984 in the Wizarding Calendar.

In the study on the top floor of the Lor Wizard Tower, in the floating city of space.

“Only one year left.” Lor looked at the spatial annihilation characteristics of the container that had reflected nearly half of the spacetime origin, calculated the time briefly, and immediately left his sea of ​​consciousness. He took out the continent communicator from his spatial ring and initiated an emergency mini-meeting.

As soon as the emergency meeting was initiated, nearly forty light screens instantly appeared in front of him, followed by more than ten more.

Behind each light screen stood or sat a figure most revered by the Wizarding Alliance.

The speakers' gazes toward Lor were filled with anticipation and excitement.

One year from now, the Wizarding Alliance will truly take off.

With the proliferation of countless dimensional territories, they might be able to witness the emergence of more geniuses in potion-making, thereby opening up more sorcery slots and making their path to the seventh ring more secure.

In addition, those territories must be guarded.

Guarding territory earns contribution points, and once enough contribution points are accumulated, they can be exchanged for seventh-tier law treasures from Francis.

Two crucial opportunities for their future, whether they can successfully break through to the seventh ring, are about to arise. How could they not be excited?
"I'm sure everyone knows the purpose of this emergency meeting."

Lor looked around and chuckled, "If nothing unexpected happens, my Wizard Alliance will gain at least hundreds of thousands of dimensional territories in a year."

"If those large civilizations were more willing to spend more, it would be possible to even acquire millions of planes of territory."

"Our initial task as the Wizarding Alliance is to renovate those plane cluster territories, settle mortals, and establish a complete academy system and a talent selection mechanism."

"In addition, we should try our best to control the extraordinary natives within those plane clusters so that they do not harm mortals."

"Without a doubt, the workload of these projects is enormous. Even if the entire Wizarding Alliance works together, it may take hundreds of thousands, or even millions of years, to barely complete them."

"However, once it is completed, we will also reap extremely sweet fruits."

"Now you may begin to choose the direction that you and your wizards wish to be responsible for in the future. Speaker Francis will then assess the contribution of that direction to the Wizarding Alliance."

Although he had detained nearly 100 million members of large civilizations, he should theoretically be able to exchange them for tens of millions of plane groups.

In reality, the vast majority of members of large civilizations are of little value, and most of those large civilizations will not exchange them all back; it is estimated that they will at most exchange one-fifth or one-tenth.

Therefore, based on comprehensive calculations, the Wizarding Alliance will gain one to two million plane clusters.

With so many plane-wide territories, the Wizard Alliance's rule has become comparable to that of top-tier large civilizations, a case of becoming a giant overnight.

However, since each plane group has a different environment, it is extremely difficult to find a plane that is naturally suitable for mortals to live in.

There's nothing we can do; mortals are just so fragile.
Other planes unsuitable for mortal survival must be modified.

The amount of time it would take to complete this project with the wizards the Wizarding Alliance currently possesses would be astronomical.

Only by simultaneously transforming the planes, relocating mortals, and establishing three major systems—an academy system, a genius selection system, and a guard system—can the transformed planes also supply fresh blood to the Wizard Alliance.

Only by repeating this cycle can we achieve the goal that Lor mentioned: to conquer all the territories of the million-plane cluster within hundreds of thousands or millions of years.

The process is complex and tedious, but the rewards after achieving this distant goal will be incredibly sweet.

Compared to the pioneers of other civilizations, the Wizarding Alliance is actually quite fortunate.

Because of Lor's existence, the Wizard Alliance can directly acquire a ready-made territory comparable to that of top-tier large civilizations without having to conflict with any other civilizations.

Other civilizations, however, were different.

They either send out sixth-tier members to search for undiscovered plane clusters in the void, or they wage war against other civilizations, paving the way for their own civilization with blood and sacrifice.

In comparison, the Wizard Alliance Trailblazers are incredibly happy.

Not only does it require no bloodshed or sacrifice, but the contributions made can also be used to exchange for rare treasures of laws that most seventh-order beings in the outside world would dream of.

"I want to be in charge of the dimensional group transformation."

"Me too."

"I want to be in charge of building the college system."

"I'll take charge of building the spatial nodes."

"I want to be in charge of building the defense system."

"I want to be in charge of selecting and coordinating talented individuals."

"I"

One by one, the speakers stated their responsibilities, which they had prepared long ago, and Francis took notes on each one, explaining in detail how many targets needed to be met to obtain one point of rule value.

If too many speakers want to be responsible for a particular aspect, he will make adjustments.

In just three minutes, the responsibilities of all the speakers, except for Lor, Vincenja, and Sanchez, were confirmed, including Domenico.

There was no other way; he was the only one in the entire Wizarding Alliance who could create a sixth-order soul contract.
The Wizard Alliance does not intend to purchase Oath Stones because those things were not actually created by the Dreamweaver Civilization, but by a dominant civilization located in Peak Territory, and are not absolutely reliable.

In comparison, it would be better to have the Domenico lineage of soul wizards control those native creatures through soul contracts.

After assigning responsibilities to all the chairpersons, Francis looked at Lor and said, "Chairperson Lor, I actually have a new idea recently, which is to have the Institute of Pharmaceuticals focus most of its efforts on enhancing the physical fitness of mortals."

"If mortals could be physically stronger, their ability to adapt to different environments of each facet would also be enhanced, which could slightly reduce the burden on the modification wizards."

Over the past ten thousand years, the physical constitution of mortals in the wizarding world has been significantly enhanced.

Nowadays, even a newborn baby has a constitution of around 3.5, while an adult will reach a constitution of 5.

However, it is still too fragile and cannot adapt to even slightly extreme environments. We must find a way to improve it further.

(End of this chapter)