Wizard: I Have a Game Panel-Chapter 399 - 281: Time Disorder (2)
Besides, it discovered its constantly waving arms, covered in claws and fangs, were continuously changing.
Clearly, its arms should have been positioned above, yet swinging downward could still serve a purpose of intimidation.
However, for some reason, it found its arm position was ceaselessly altering, sometimes inexplicably in the middle, sometimes mysteriously below.
Additionally, its body likewise shifted unpredictably; at times, it lay flat, just as it had before that fearsome wizard arrived, then suddenly stood up, imposing intimidation to scare away the dreadful wizard.
Such bizarre and inexplicable changes left it dumbfounded, even losing the will to continue uttering threatening cries.
"Chirp—Chirp Chirp—"
Yet, wanting to remain silent was futile, for its mouth was no longer under its control, involuntarily making intermittent sounds.
"Even now, calling myself a Space-Time Mage doesn’t seem boastful." Lor’s lips couldn’t help but curl up as he halted the Time Disruption Witchcraft imposed on the little white mouse, glancing at the remaining Elemental Energy in his Sea of Consciousness: "The elemental consumption is really quite substantial."
In just ten seconds, nearly ten percent of what was once a full store of elements had been depleted.
Bear in mind his time disruption only enveloped a two-meter area around the little white mouse, already unimaginably small.
Even so, it rapidly evaporated Elemental Energy like snow meeting the warm sun.
Nevertheless, realizing this thing could affect any creature or object not protected by Laws, he found it understandable.
Immense power never comes without foundation; only through sacrifice can one achieve gain.
In combat scenarios, he could completely shrink the area of effect to one centimeter or even smaller, dispersing it into thousands of regions to impact the enemy’s Defense Shield.
This could both distract the enemy’s attention and amplify the probability of triggering time reversal.
As for directly influencing the enemy, it worked well for small-sized foes, but the larger the structure, the lesser the gain, rendering it temporarily insignificant.
"No, I could further enhance the Great Dissolving Technique."
Lor’s eyes gleamed with excitement as a new inspiration dawned in his mind: "If Space Extension were integrated into the Great Dissolving Technique, and combined with Time Disruption Witchcraft, the time disruption area, originally just one centimeter, could be expanded to thousands or even tens of thousands of miles."
"In this step, it’s the Space Extension Witchcraft that mainly takes effect, with Time Disruption Witchcraft serving as an auxiliary, consuming Elemental Energy equivalent to before."
"But doing so means I’d have to use another Witchcraft Position..."
He currently only has one Fifth-Ring Sorcery Position and three Fourth-Ring Sorcery Positions.
Using another for the Great Dissolving Technique leaves just three, unlikely enough to preliminarily complete the Space-Time Realm layout.
As for the combined Five Third-Ring and below Witchcraft Positions, forget about carrying a spatial or temporal basic rune alone, even uniting them might be insufficient.
For these Witchcraft Positions, he already had plans: to consolidate them as much as possible to bear the simplest Spatial Barrier Rune, perfecting the fundamental defense outside the Void Realm.
"Ah, Witchcraft Positions, why are there so few?" Lor sighed, ignoring the still chirping little white mouse and vanished from the laboratory with a single step.
Over the years, he had accumulated countless spiritual insights, yet the lack of Witchcraft Positions made implementation impossible.
If all were feasible, he would perform miracles, like contending with Tier Seven without a Law Treasure using Fifth-Ring capabilities, directly withstanding them!
As for those owning a Law Treasure...
The gap was too vast for direct confrontation, but stalling them posed no problem.
Witchcraft Positions are always a wizard’s grievance, with the sole remedy being a Spiritual Power Upper Limit Breaking Potion.
Sadly, there has been some progress in researching the Spiritual Power Upper Limit Breaking Potion over the years, but indeed meager.
Even during past lives, it only advanced to granting an apprentice an extra Witchcraft Position, leaving the gap still substantial.
Only with more territories, more wizards, and more geniuses can research progress likely improve.
The Wizard Alliance needs territories and geniuses.
The larger the territories, the more geniuses, the better.
Currently, the Wizard Alliance, trapped within the Wizard Plane, is like a giant dragon shackled by countless chains, awaiting the day it can fly free.
Countless wizards await the arrival of that moment, provided they can first overcome present challenges.
...
Wizard Calendar, Year 5085, January 1st.
Outside the Wizard Plane Group, at the core of a Mysterious Ocean floating in the sky, within the Coral Building Plaza.
"Bubble Bubble Bubble—"
Countless tiny, colorful bubbles rose and vanished from the seafloor, casting a vivid spectrum around, strikingly beautiful.
An Abyssal Sea Race with Tier Seven aura stood face to face with two Tier Six Abyssal Sea Races, eyes closed, continuously absorbing the surrounding spectrum.
Suddenly, the Tier Seven Abyssal Sea Race Dane opened his eyes and spoke to Landaya on his left: "Why, don’t you want to check if the Trial Field opened?"
"Now that Bona has returned, you don’t even need to negotiate with her anymore, just go and try."
According to the Second Era Civilization information exchange platform, those Tier Eight experts’ second prediction said it should open five hundred years after the announcement.
Today marks exactly the five-hundredth year since the announcement.
Before, Landaya didn’t need urging, going to negotiate with Feathered Sky Civilization’s Bona on his own, but today he showed no intent to pause cultivation.
"If they could guess the Great Manager’s intentions, the Trial Field should’ve opened three hundred years ago." Landaya shook his head, "The situation now is just like it was three hundred years ago; I don’t think the outcome will be any different."
The prolonged wait had exhausted his patience.
If not for the Trial Field, he’d already return to the Abyssal Sea Plane to attempt Tier Seven breakthrough.
"Alright then, I’ll just send a vassal over to check." Dane chuckled and shook his head, no longer disturbing Landaya, instead directing a message towards an eagle-like creature at the Mysterious Ocean’s edge.
Even so, he didn’t hold much expectation for the Trial Field suddenly opening, but to avoid that one-in-ten-thousand chance, it was worth trying.
"Whoosh—"
The eagle-like creature at the ocean’s edge showed a mournful look, yet without hesitation, it left the ocean and flew towards the Plane Group barrier passage.
Moments later, as a bright flash of bloodlight appeared, it met the same fate as the previous forerunners.
Countless creatures witnessing the event sighed in dismay.
Clearly, the Trial Field had opened nearly ten times before after a century’s preparation, so why was this occasion different?
But despite the sighs, not a single creature chose to leave.
The benefits of the Trial Field opening were immense.
Law Value, something even typical Tier Seven creatures could only dream of.
Yet one Trial Field could release over ten thousand points.
The temptation could drive any creature below Tier Eight to irrationality.
Even if it meant waiting five hundred years, or a thousand, or ten thousand, as long as their lifespan sufficed, none would choose to abandon it, leaving the Plane Group to attempt Tier Seven breakthrough.
They knew this might be the only opportunity in their lives to encounter Law Value.
Even if it ultimately wasn’t theirs, simply handling it was worthwhile!
Central Mysterious Ocean.
"As expected..." Dane shook his head helplessly, shifting focus away from reality, immersing his mind into the Second World’s civilization information exchange list.
At that moment, the first-place post on the civilization information exchange list hadn’t changed, the title boldly read: "On the Reason the Blood Territory 758th Plane Sea Trial Field Hasn’t Opened Five Hundred Years After Announcement."
The most popular comment below was from that Feather Realm Tier Eight civilization leader: 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞
"I think the Great Manager ’Blood’ intends to first temper the patience of the 758th Plane Sea creatures. If they lack even a sliver of patience, how could they deserve to possess the Law Value?
The Great Manager ’Blood’s foresight is beyond our imagination.
Let me offer another prediction: I estimate that in another five hundred years, the Trial Field should open."
"Temper patience..." Dane scornfully twitched reading this comment.
The words seemed reasonable, but he thought they were nonsense, sheer flattery.
