Wizard: I Have a Game Panel-Chapter 323 - 244: Sovereign

But to change these flaws, he needs to create a better combination of spatial runes.

All the ones easy to create have been completed, and to smooth over even one of the remaining flaws would require at least five hundred years of slow attempts.

If luck isn’t on his side, it might take a thousand years to eliminate a single flaw.

Of course, if it were only to break through to the Sixth Ring, it might just barely be enough as it is now.

However, his current goal is not just the Sixth Ring, but something higher.

To reach that level, every step must be taken steadily, with as few flaws as possible.

Therefore, he can only wait!

First, wait for more Fourth Ring Spatial Mages to emerge, and second, wait for his fifth student to slowly deduce.

As for the other three students who relied on breakthroughs by drops, they struggle even to maintain stability of the Space Element in their Sea of Consciousness; deducing rune constructs is simply a joke.

"Geniuses in the Space Faction are truly rare."

Lor sighed, "In an entire 3,400 years, only one genius, Van, appeared; such a probability indeed brings tears to the eyes of those who see it and pain to those who hear of it!"

"To speed up this process, the only way is to occupy more planes or even plane groups to give mortals more living space."

"As long as there are enough people, geniuses will eventually appear."

The higher one climbs in the Wizard System, the more civilization support is needed.

The further he advanced, the more deeply he understood this sentence.

"Now that the perfection of the Domain has reached a pause, it’s time to continue with the Spatial Engraving at various spots in the Wizard Plane," Lor stood up, stepping out and appearing above a vast sea.

Although moving planes can have after-effects, when forced to move, there always needs to be such a fallback.

He did not want to escape alone, as that would completely cut off the path forward.

He could only wait for death, with no future to speak of.

...

Wizard Calendar Year 3502, November 7.

The players descended upon the Wizard Plane for the ninth time.

In the following two years, they provided Lor with 295 Origin Points, significantly aiding the development of the Wizard Civilization.

It is worth mentioning that during these two years, a Faith Wizard whose original limit was the Fourth Ring successfully broke through to the Fifth Ring.

This seemed to signify that the Wizard Plane was steadily growing stronger.

At the moment the players disappeared, Lor paused his Spatial Engravings and returned inside the Wizard Tower for a new round of deductions on the River of Time.

...

Wizard Calendar Year 3626, September 7.

The top floor of the Lor Wizard Tower, inside the study.

Lor completed the last Time Rune, then put down his pen, turning to review the thick parchment scroll in his hands, examining the insights gained in the River of Time.

"The most complete Time Rune has reached 83%, with seven other runes between 75% and 80%," Lor pondered, "If nothing unexpected occurs, the first batch of Time Runes should be completed by the next player descent."

"With the Time Deceleration Rune obtained from the start, I will have at least nine basic Time Runes next time."

"Unfortunately, the probability of constructing a complete Time Witchcraft with nine basic Time Runes is exceedingly low."

"If the Silver Wolf truly arrives four thousand five hundred years into the Wizard Calendar, integrating the first Time Witchcraft into the Core Witchcraft is hopeless."

"I hope it comes a bit later, and gives me more time."

A thousand years ago, he predicted that by the time the players descended for the tenth time, he most likely wouldn’t be able to construct a complete Time Witchcraft.

Now that this prediction came true, he didn’t feel joyful at all.

The study was left with a sigh, and Lor’s figure faded once again.

He still had nearly half of the engravings on the Wizard Plane left incomplete and had to continue working hard.

...

Wizard Calendar Year 3687, September 2.

The center of the Wizard Plane Group.

A massive Silver Wolf Statue emanated a milky white holy radiance, covering a land nearly a million miles.

All low-tier beings basked in this holy radiance, showing expressions of contentment.

They felt their bodies were blessed, growing stronger, and all ailments vanished at this instant.

Half an hour later, the holy radiance covering nearly a million miles began to retract slowly, and these low-tier life forms expressed their tribes’ highest honor towards the center of the plane, with even deeper piety in their hearts.

Inside the Silver Wolf Statue, a Silver Wolf identical to the statue’s appearance slowly opened its eyes, a faint holy light flickering from them.

"After two thousand two hundred and fifty years, I have finally broken through to Tier Six," the Silver Wolf exhaled gently, feeling an overwhelming exhaustion rising in its heart.

Two thousand two hundred and fifty years ago, when it had just broken through to Tier Four, it thought it would take no more than two thousand years to reach Tier Six; however, it took an additional two hundred and fifty years to completely purify the impurities in the Power of Faith.

Also, two thousand two hundred and fifty years of unceasing purification of the faith impurities left it utterly drained.

Before coming to this plane, it didn’t even spend a thousand years focusing on cultivation; aside from working on mastering power post-promotion through various Treasure Medicines and browsing necessary books, the rest of the time was spent gaming.

"Father was indeed right, once a wolf has a goal, time becomes insufficient," the Silver Wolf chuckled, then planned its future path: "To purify the faith impurities in the Tier Six promotion, it will take at least ten thousand years."

"This is simply too long, let’s first unify this plane group."

"But before that, I need to take a good nap, then log into the Second World to see Father and them, and by the way, laugh at those guys who haven’t achieved Tier Six, and play..."

As it contemplated, its eyes gradually closed, falling into slumber.

...

Wizard Calendar Year 3795, May 7.

In a distant void from the Wizard Plane Group, there was a ’plane’ entirely deep green and a thousand times larger than the Wizard Plane Group.

It is referred to as a ’plane’ because aside from a Plane Barrier separating it from the void outside, this plane, a thousand times larger than the Wizard Plane Group, has no barriers inside.

At the very center of this massive plane, there is a dark green tower about ten meters tall standing by a lake.

Floral scents filled the space around the small tower, white clouds dotted the sky, and countless beautiful fishes swam in the lake.

If a Tier Six creature were to arrive here, they would find in terror that the life aura emitted by any flower or cloud or fish in this place is Tier Six; it is simply incredible.

"Hoo—"

A gentle breeze of unknown origin caressed the flowers, and a figure, constructed entirely of green crystals with wings spread about two meters wide, resembling a butterfly, quietly appeared outside the pavilion.

"Greetings, Sovereign." The butterfly-like creature lowered its antennas, courteously saluting the pavilion.

"What is it?" An elderly voice echoed from the pavilion.

As this voice emerged, the space around the pavilion seemed to quiver gently, yet upon close inspection, it appeared that nothing had changed.

"I’ve found that since ten thousand years ago, the creatures of this era have begun an unrestrained expansion," the mysterious creature that resembled a butterfly said softly, "Do you think we need to do something? Such as protecting those who grasp the Path of Time, like in the last era?"

"No, the truth is, protected geniuses are merely flowers in a greenhouse," sighed the voice from inside the pavilion, and while the scenery around appeared unchanged, upon a second look, they seemed to turn black and white, utterly monotonous.

"You mean to let them compete freely, even if they perish?" The butterfly’s words carried a hint of surprise, evidently astonished by the decision made by the being in the pavilion.

"Hmm, I don’t care how the other two old fellows intend to meddle, Crystal Domain can do as it pleases," the elderly voice languidly echoed from the pavilion, "The most beautiful flowers are always born in the Sea of Blood."

As his voice fell, an endless Sea of Blood suddenly manifested across the sky, and at its center, a brightly colored flower began to take root, sprout, and finally bloom with a radiance that dimmed the entire Sea of Blood.

"Understood." The butterfly lowered its antennae, bowed again, and disappeared quietly.