Wizard: I Have a Game Panel-Chapter 522 - 342: End of the Trial (2)

The elders among those with wizards were even more aware of what a grand existence the Wizard Alliance truly was.

With the protection of the Wizard Alliance, why would they fear a sky that inexplicably turned black?

Even if the sun disappears or the continent collapses, so what?

We could just create another sun and forge a new continent, couldn’t we?

Above the square.

The female wizard in the blue wizard robe, who had been supplying oxygen to everyone, heard their conversation and showed a gentle smile.

...

In a valley of the Wizard Plane.

"What is this?" Vina, who had been like a statue, suddenly came to her senses upon seeing the familiar Distanceless Spatial Layer around her, her eyes filled with confusion.

"Speaker Lole is relocating the Plane Group." At this moment, Bona’s voice, tinged with amusement, reached her ears.

"Why is Speaker Lole relocating the Plane Group now?" Vina’s eyes flashed with doubt.

Generally speaking, only Tier Seven beings of the Space Faction can relocate a Plane Group.

And even with a space node serving as an anchor point, according to the precision of his Space Jumping Law, the error for relocating a plane often falls within a distance of a hundred Plane Seas or so.

Without a space node, the error could be over five hundred Plane Seas.

As far as she knew, Speaker Lole hadn’t left any space coordinates outside, making it easy to relocate outside the Blood Territory and difficult to return.

How could they then accept the territories of those Plane Groups in Plane Sea Number 758?

"Francis didn’t mention it, but it’s a private Wizard Civilization affair, so it’s not my place to ask," Bona shook her head and added, "But it’s not a big deal. If the Wizard Civilization needs it, we can just have Mother help relocate it back."

"That’s true, I forgot to consider Mother," Vina nodded in realization.

With Mother around, relocating the Wizard Plane Group back would be extremely easy, and indeed, there’s no need to worry about any errors.

"I think you’ve been cultivating to the point of stupidity," Bona chuckled as she tossed a green fruit, emanating a rich life aura, from the Space Feather to Vina, "Here, eat a fruit and boost your mental faculties."

"Pa chir——"

Vina flapped her wing, swatting the fruit away, glaring at Bona: "Sister, I think we need to spar."

"Bring it on!" Bona showed no fear and provocatively looked up at Vina.

This was the Wizard Plane, and during the crucial time of a Planar Group relocation, she didn’t believe Vina would dare to make a move.

Even after the relocation was completed, Vina wouldn’t dare to make a move in the Wizard Plane Group; it was virtually the safest place for her.

Vina: "..."

...

Center plane of the Wizard Plane Group, above the sky.

Lor continued to maintain the operation of the Space Jumping Witchcraft with all his strength, cautiously moving the Wizard Plane Group forward a small distance.

His goal was to relocate the Wizard Plane Group to a thousand space nodes away, but because there were no external space nodes to serve as anchors, relying solely on a single coordinate, he could only use the 2.137 precision of the Space Jumping Traits to try to control the plane group’s landing point within the Blood Territory.

As for whether it would ultimately work, he was uncertain.

If he were to perform a Space Jump alone, based on a 2.137 space jumping precision, even if jumping across one Plane Sea, the error could be reduced to within half a Plane Sea.

After repeatedly confirming hundreds of times, reaching the destination wouldn’t be difficult.

But controlling a plane group’s space jump was entirely different from jumping alone or with hundreds or thousands of people; it was a thousand times more arduous.

"Huff huff——"

When the Wizard Plane Group stabilized within the Distanceless Spatial Layer, Lor promptly stopped supplying elements to all the Void Stones.

In the next instant, the Wizard Plane Group abruptly fell out of the Distanceless Spatial Layer, re-entering the Plane Sea, and everything returned to normal.

Lor gently sighed in relief, looked around, confirmed there were no unexpected incidents, and then activated a Spatial Mark at the edge of the Wizard Plane Group.

With a Trial Passage and the spatial rift left by the Silver Wolf, he could confirm if there was any danger in the outside world.

If the external environment was harsh or they had landed within the core plane group of a top major civilization, he would have to relocate elsewhere, as vigilance is always necessary.

"Tear——"

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

...

At the edge of a plane filled with swamps, Lor flew out from the spatial rift and then towards the nearby Trial Passage.

In a short time, he reached the entrance of the Trial Passage and gazed outward.

"No Plane Group, no abnormal environment; this side should be safe." Lor, after carefully observing the void, reached a relatively reassuring conclusion.

Then he went to another end of the Trial Passage and the passage created by the Silver Wolf on the Plane Group barrier; the outside was equally void.

Only then did he completely relax, using space jump to return to his study.

The exact coordinates of the Wizard Plane Group were still undetermined; it would have to wait until after the trial’s completion to be pinpointed on the Crystal Domain map of the Second World.

For now, confirming external safety sufficed.

...

Wizard Plane, Space Floating City, at the top floor study of the Lor Wizard Tower.

Lor walked out from the spatial rift, sat behind his desk, took out the Continent Communication Device from the Space Ring, and sent a communication request to Francis.

In just an instant, the communication was connected.

"How did it go?" Concerned, Francis asked through the light screen, "Was the plane group’s relocation smooth this time? Do you need to relocate again?"

"Very smooth, no danger outside," Lor replied with a smile, "But the exact coordinates can’t be determined yet. If it’s too far from Plane Sea Number 758, we might have to move back a bit after the trial ends."

Other major civilizations use the plane group designated in Plane Sea Number 758 to exchange for civilization members, and if it’s too far, Van would exhaust himself setting up space nodes.

"Smooth is good," Francis exhaled a sigh of relief, "Since there might be another relocation of the plane group in half a year, I won’t change my arrangements yet. We can wait until it’s completely settled."

"Alright." Lor nodded, chatted casually with Francis for a while, then ended the communication and continued to project the Space Annihilation Traits onto the Origin Container.

He was currently too weak, too weak even to dare expose himself under the noses of those who had lost everything.

Only by cherishing every moment to become stronger until even the Overlord Level could do nothing about it, could he slightly feel at ease.

The steps forward must never stop.

...

Wizard Calendar Year 11985, November 11th.

One minute remaining until the official end of the trial.

In an oversized Cultivation Room at the top of the Mechanical Floating City, in the Vincentia Wizard Tower.

"Vincentia, are you really not planning to take more time to consolidate?" Francis, looking at Vincentia seated cross-legged on the Magic Crystal Platform, inquired with a hint of concern.

Breaking through the Seventh Ring was a matter of life and death, exceedingly harsh.

The Wizard Alliance having one or two more Seventh Rings doesn’t mean that much, and it’s entirely possible to wait a bit longer.

"Speaker Francis, I’m already at my limit," Vincentia said with a calm smile, her attitude serene. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"Alright then." Francis gave Vincentia a deep look, "I wish you a successful breakthrough, becoming the first Seventh Ring of our Wizard Alliance."

"Yes, when you achieve the Seventh Ring, I will certainly throw a grand celebration for you," Domenico, standing by, also gave his blessings.

"Thank you." Vincentia nodded to both, then gently closed her eyes, quietly awaiting the official end of the trial.

30...

10...

0.

As he counted down to zero in his mind, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice suddenly echoed in his mind: "Trial ends. The Trial Passage will disappear in one day. Trial Takers desiring to leave the Trial Field should do so of their own accord."

"Moreover, trial protection is canceled. From this moment, any being may enter or exit Plane Sea Number 37865."

The reason this voice seemed unfamiliar was because he had only heard it once, seventy-five hundred years ago.

And it seemed familiar because the impression of that voice was deeply etched into his bones.

As the familiar yet unfamiliar voice disappeared, Vincentia resolutely utilized the connection with the Plane Group’s origin to draw a strand of Plane Origin into his body.