Wizard, I have a game board.

Chapter 342 The trial is over
Outside the Wizarding Dimension.

"Ling Kong, what is he doing moving the plane cluster?" The Throne of Abyss noticed the plane cluster behind him beginning to tremble slightly and asked Leader Ling Kong with a puzzled look.

Six months ago, after communicating with the Time-Space Limiter in the Second World, this person only mysteriously said that they would know why the Time-Space Limiter wanted to see him when the time came, leaving the leaders of a group of top large civilizations quite speechless.

It now roughly understands what the Time-Space Limit Breaker wanted to do with the leader of Lingkong, but it doesn't understand the significance of the Time-Space Limit Breaker doing so.

If those stray dogs don't come now, the probability of them coming back later is almost zero. Why bother relocating the dimensional cluster?
"You can figure out why he did this yourself," the leader of Lingkong said with a smile. "But I have some good news for you. After the trial is over, you won't have to exchange your dimensional territories for your geniuses anymore. He will return them to you for free."

"I'd rather he didn't give it away for free." The Throne of the Abyss shook his head with a wry smile, no longer thinking about the relocation of the Wizarding Plane Cluster, but turning his attention to the matter of returning the genius for free.

Ultimately, whether or not the spacetime transgressor moves to another dimension is a trivial matter to it.

However, returning a genius for free is different; it essentially negates the goodwill it has shown by guarding the Wizarding Dimension for hundreds of years.

This is somewhat regrettable for the Throne of the Abyss, who has always wanted to curry favor with others.

"Yes, I'd rather give up more dimensional territories."

"Me too."

"what a pity."

The leaders of other top-tier civilizations also sighed and lamented.

Inside a purple spaceship, about a mile long and a hundred meters high, 135 spatial nodes away from the Wizarding Plane Cluster.

"Could this commotion be the migration of a plane group?" Fisi sensed the slight tremor of plane group number 37865, her feelings extremely complicated, unable to tell whether it was regret or joy.

The wizard planes are migrating; it is like searching for a needle in a haystack to find ordinary beings that are almost entirely devoid of extraordinary abilities.

Saying it's completely impossible might be an exaggeration, but the possibility of finding it again is indeed extremely slim.

It regrets that it may never be able to complete the former leader's mission, but is also pleased that it does not have to risk offending the administrators to kill the time-space transgressors.

"I have already done my best."

Fissie looked up at the warship's ceiling and murmured softly as if explaining to someone, "The spacetime transgressors are now migrating to the plane cluster, but the trial is not over yet. I have no chance to make a move at all."

"Next, I will continue to retaliate against those hegemonic civilizations until I hear the exact location of the spacetime transgressors again before shifting my target."

With that, it activated the purple warship, tearing through the void, and piloted the spaceship into the spatial rift with a relaxed attitude.

It had no intention of targeting the wizarding civilization, because the former leader only instructed it to target those who transcended the limits of time and space.

It's fine to casually destroy the wizard civilization, but it's pointless to specifically target other wizards who are going out of the wizard civilization. It would also expose its hostility towards the wizard civilization and arouse the hostility and vigilance of those who transcend time and space.

Even further away in the void.

Blood didn't speak, but turned his head and looked at Butterfly quietly, the smile in his eyes impossible to hide.

"I have something to attend to, so I'll be leaving now." With a flap of her wings, the butterfly transformed into a streak of light and flew into the depths of the void.

"Aren't you going to take the Coffin of Creation back?" Blood glanced at the coffin that was still floating to the side, looking like rotten wood, and immediately reminded it telepathically.

"give it to you."

Butterfly's seemingly emotionless voice rang in Blood's ears: "Anyway, you have nothing to do, so just keep watching over him."

"When he dies, you can use the Creation Coffin to bring a wisp of his true spirit back to the Dream Silk Plane to meet the Sovereign."

"Tsk, alright then." Blood smacked his lips and released a wisp of blood light towards the Coffin of Creation.

The next instant, the Coffin of Creation shrank to the size of a speck of blood and attached itself to its forepaw.

Treasures of the laws cannot be contained in spatial containers. If they are not refined by integrating them into the original container, they can only be carried like this.

"Careful enough, not bad." After putting away the Coffin of Creation, Blood turned to look in the direction of the Wizarding Plane Cluster, his eyes filled with satisfaction. "I feel more and more that you have a good chance of becoming a Supreme Being."

The central plane of the Wizarding Planes, above the horizon.

"Open!" Lor floated on the clouds, spread his arms, and suddenly let out a loud shout.

"Tear--"

At every node in the Wizarding Plane Cluster where a space-bearing stone was placed, a spatial rift opened up. Countless spatial rifts stretched out and eventually completely surrounded the entire Wizarding Plane Cluster from the inside out.

In an instant, the entire Wizarding Plane was lifted into the spatial dimension by Lor single-handedly.

In the western part of the Gale Plane, inside a giant magic circle interwoven with vibrant colors.

"It's getting dark." In the surging crowd in the square, a young child looked up at the magic circle, his tone filled with confusion and fear of the unknown.

"Don't worry, it's alright." Behind the toddler, a middle-aged woman reached out and patted his head, saying confidently, "With a wizard protecting us, nothing will happen to us."

"Yes, little one, don't be afraid. Even if the sun really disappears, the great wizards can rebuild it."

"Haha, here's a candy for you, eat it and you won't be afraid anymore."

"Your child hasn't had his aptitude test yet, has he? He seems to have talent."

The quiet crowd around them heard the mother and child's conversation and smiled, offering words of comfort. Some even gave the toddler a few pieces of candy.

The power of wizards was already deeply ingrained in their minds.

Those older members of the younger generation who were wizards understood even better just how formidable the Wizarding Alliance truly was.

With the Wizarding Alliance protecting them, why would they be afraid of a sky that inexplicably turned dark?

Even if the sun disappears and the continent collapses, so what?
Why not just create another sun and rebuild a continent?
Over the square.

The witch, dressed in a blue wizard's robe and who had been providing oxygen to everyone, heard their conversation and a gentle smile appeared on her face.

In the Wizarding Realm, in a valley.

"What is this?" Vina, who had been standing like a statue, suddenly came to her senses when she saw the familiar spatial dimension around her, her eyes filled with confusion.

"Speaker Lor is migrating to the plane cluster." Just then, Bonna's slightly amused voice reached its ears.

"Why would Speaker Lor conduct a dimensional teleportation now?" A hint of doubt flashed across Vina's eyes.

Generally speaking, only beings of the seventh-order spatial faction can perform planar group teleportation.

Furthermore, even with spatial nodes as anchor points, the error in dimensional shifting is usually around 100 azimuths, based on the accuracy of its spatial jump law.

Without spatial nodes, the error would be even greater, exceeding 500 points above sea level.

As far as it knew, Speaker Lor had not left any spatial coordinates in the outside world, making it easy to move outside the Blood Frontier, and difficult to return.

In this case, how can we accept the territories of those planes in plane 758?

“Speaker Francis didn’t say, and it’s a private matter of the wizarding civilization, so I shouldn’t ask.” Bonna shook her head and added, “But it’s not a big deal. If the wizarding civilization needs it, we can just have Mother help move it back.” “That’s right, I actually forgot to consider Mother.” Vina nodded in realization.

With the mother around, moving the wizard plane group back would be a piece of cake, and there's really no need to worry about any errors.

"I think you've just gone crazy from cultivating." Bona chuckled and took out a green fruit radiating a rich life force from her spatial feathers, tossing it to Vina. "Here, have a fruit to nourish your brain."

"Pahchi——"

Vina flapped her wings, sending the fruit flying, and glared at Bona: "Sister, I think we need to have a spar."

“Come on!” Bona said defiantly, looking down at Vina with a provocative gaze.

This is the Wizarding Dimension, and it's currently in the midst of a dimensional shift; it doesn't believe Vina would dare to make a move.

Even after the teleportation is complete, Vina still wouldn't dare to make a move in the wizarding plane cluster; it's safer than safe.

Vina: "."

The central plane of the Wizarding Planes, above the horizon.

Lor maintained the spatial jump spell with all his might, carefully propelling the wizard plane cluster forward a small distance.

His goal was to move the Wizard Planes Group outside of a thousand spatial nodes. However, since there were no spatial nodes outside as anchor points, he could only rely on the accuracy of his spatial jump property of 2.137 to try his best to control the landing point of the plane group within the Bloodlands, using only a single coordinate.

As for whether he will ultimately get what he wants, he is not sure.

If he were to perform a space jump independently, based on a space jump accuracy of 2.137, even if he were to jump across a plane of sea, the error could be reduced to within half a plane of sea.

If you repeat the confirmation hundreds of times, reaching the destination won't be difficult.

Controlling a spatial jump between planes is completely different from a single jump or a jump with hundreds or thousands of people; it is tens of thousands of times more difficult.

"Whoosh-"

The moment the Wizard Plane Group stabilized in the No Distance Space Layer, Lor immediately stopped supplying elements to all the Space Stones.

The next instant, the Wizard Planes suddenly fell out of the spatial dimension and back into the dimensional sea, and everything returned to its original state.

Lor breathed a sigh of relief, looked around to make sure nothing unexpected had happened, and then activated a spatial imprint located on the edge of the Wizarding Plane Group.

With the trial passage and the spatial rift left by Silver Wolf, he could confirm whether there were any dangers in the outside world.

If the external environment becomes harsh or he gets caught up in the core plane cluster of a top-tier large civilization, he'll have to move to another place; after all, one can never be too careful.

"Tear--"

A spatial rift suddenly opened in front of Lor, and he flew straight into it.

At the edge of a swampy plane, Lor flew out from a spatial rift and headed towards the nearby trial passage.

Before long, he arrived at the entrance of the trial passage and looked out.

“There are no plane clusters, no abnormal environments, so this place should be safe.” Lor observed the void outside for a while and came to a relatively reassuring conclusion.

Then he went to the other end of the trial passage and the dimensional barrier passage opened by the silver wolf to take a look, and the outside world was also empty.

Only then did he feel completely at ease and use his spatial leap to his study.

He still couldn't determine the exact coordinates of the Wizarding Plane Cluster; he would have to wait until the trial was over to determine them from the Second World Crystal Domain Map.

Now all that's needed is to confirm that the outside world is safe.

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

Lor emerged from the spatial rift, sat behind his desk, took out a continental communicator from his spatial ring, and sent a communication request to Francis.

In just a split second, the communication was established.

"How did it go?" Francis asked with concern from within the light screen. "Was the dimensional shift successful? Do we need to shift again?"

"It went smoothly, there is no danger outside." Lor said with a smile, "It's just that we can't determine the exact coordinates yet. If it's too far from the sea at position 758, we may have to move it back after the trial ends."

The plane clusters that other large civilizations would use to exchange for civilization members were designated as plane 758, the sea. If the distance was too far, Vann would be exhausted from constructing spatial nodes.

"That's good." Francis breathed a sigh of relief. "Since we might have to move the plane cluster again in six months, I'll leave the arrangements unchanged for now and wait until everything is completely settled."

“Hmm.” Lor nodded, chatted with Francis for a few more minutes, then hung up the communication and continued to project the spatial annihilation properties onto the source container.

He is still too weak, too weak, and doesn't even dare to expose himself to those stray dogs.

Only by cherishing every minute and second to become stronger, to the point that even the overlords are helpless, can he feel a little at ease.

The journey forward must never stop.

November 11, 11985 in the Wizarding Calendar.

There is one minute left before the trial officially ends.

In a massive training room on the top floor of the Vincenja Wizard Tower, a mechanical floating city.

"Speaker Vincentia, are you really not going to take some more time to reflect?" Francis asked with a hint of worry, looking at Vincentia sitting cross-legged on the magic crystal platform.

Breaking through the seventh ring is either a success or a death sentence; it's extremely brutal.

The Wizarding Alliance doesn't really have much significance with one or two more seventh ring members now, and we can wait and see.

"Speaker Francis, I've reached the end of the road." Vincentia shook his head with a smile, his demeanor extremely composed.

“Alright then.” Francis gave Vincentia a deep look. “I wish you a successful breakthrough and that you become the first seventh ring member of my Wizarding Alliance.”

“Yes, when you reach the seventh ring, I will definitely throw a grand celebration banquet for you.” Domenico, who was standing next to him, also offered his blessings.

"Thank you." Vincenta thanked the two of them, then slowly closed his eyes and silently waited for the trial to officially end.

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0.

As he silently counted to 0, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice suddenly rang in his mind: "The trial is over. The trial passage will disappear within one day. Trial participants who wish to leave the trial grounds may do so on their own."

"In addition, the trial protection is cancelled. From this moment on, any living being may enter and exit plane group number 37865."

The reason he found the voice unfamiliar was because he had only heard it once 7,500 years ago.

The reason he was familiar with it was because he had a deep and lasting impression of that voice.

After the familiar yet unfamiliar voice disappeared again, Vincentia resolutely drew a wisp of the plane's origin into his body through the connection with the origin of the plane group.

(End of this chapter)