Wizard: I Have a Game Panel-Chapter 517 - 340: A Long and Arduous Goal

The giant within the light screen speaks with a hint of loneliness, seemingly unexcited by his breakthrough.

"Tier Six, Nine Stars?! Comparable to Seventh Ring?"

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

"I saw on the announcement that anyone who can cross into Tier Six, Nine Stars is almost guaranteed to become a Seventh Ring Mage, meaning Speaker Sanchez is bound to become a Seventh Ring Mage in the future. But why does he not look very happy? A Seventh Ring Mage can have a lifespan of ten million years!"

"Such a great being should have higher goals in mind, I think Speaker Sanchez feels this way because the probability of advancing to Eighth Ring is still not high."

"That’s possible, but I am more inclined to believe Speaker Sanchez feels lonely, having reached this step and finding himself with very few others at the same level."

"Makes sense, but if even Speaker Sanchez feels lonely, then to what extent must Speaker Lor, being a Transcender, feel lonely?"

"Hiss—Can’t even begin to imagine."

"I really hope I have a day when I reach Speaker Sanchez’s step."

"Why don’t you hope to reach Speaker Lor’s step?"

"I’m realistic."

"A bit, but not much."

"You..."

Sanchez’s words left countless low-tier Wizards deeply shaken, sparking immense discussion.

...

At the top layer of the Francis Wizard Tower, in the study room.

"That guy also got what he wished for..." Francis perceived the scenes within the giant light screen outside the tower, while feeling happy for him, also couldn’t help but feel a hint of envy.

In a realm, there are barely any Tier Six, Nine Stars of the same era, it would surely be false to say he doesn’t want to be among them.

However, he knows well the path he’s on, even if he gives it his all, Tier Six, Seven Stars would be his utmost limit.

The upper limit of the Witchcraft Position is right there, based on its unchangeable nature, everything is already set, with no room for maneuver.

...

Wizard Calendar Year 11952, December 19.

Within the void 135 space nodes away from the Wizard Plane Group.

"Rip—"

A space rift abruptly opens, and a seemingly ordinary, purple spaceship about a mile long and a hundred meters high emerges from within.

Inside the spaceship, a ten-meter tall, sunflower-like plant creature with golden yellow petals suddenly turned purple-black, and an invisible perception started to spread through the surrounding void from this center point.

In less than two seconds, its perception had already enveloped a void spanning 322 space nodes, naturally including the Wizard Plane Group.

"Thirteen years it took, and finally found it." At the moment of discovering the Wizard Plane Group, Fisi softly exhaled.

A single Plane Sea is truly too vast.

Without the Second World to calibrate coordinates in real-time and relying solely on a rough map of a blood domain overview, even if she used a Tier Eight Treasure and her perception far surpassed ordinary Tier Eight by a hundred times, it’s still challenging to precisely locate a Plane Group that has published coordinates.

"Apart from the Faith System Tier Eight in Plane Sea 758, all other six Tier Eights are guarding outside Plane Group 37865." Fisi carefully sensed everything outside the Wizard Plane Group: "These guys, they really spare no effort to please the Space-Time Transcender."

Seeing the six Tier Eights waiting outside the Wizard Plane Group, she couldn’t help but feel irritated.

With these guys around, unless there are more than ten Tier Eights at once, they pose no threat to the Space-Time Transcender, requiring her to personally act.

But according to the news from the Space Flower, only a dozen Tier Eights escaped during the encirclement back then. Will they all come?

Most importantly, she has no hope of preemptively exterminating these guys because among them, there is one from the Space Faction at Tier Eight.

Such a result is undoubtedly the worst.

"Let’s see how many Tier Eights came targeting the Space-Time Transcender then." Fisi sighed softly and shifted her attention to the further void beyond the Wizard Plane Group.

However, no matter how she perceives, there’s no trace of any Tier Eight, not even a Tier Seven...

"Impossible."

Fisi’s mind was puzzled, "It’s only thirty-three years until the trial ends. Logically, even if not all Tier Eights with designs on the Space-Time Transcender come, there should be at least one or two."

"Could it be they’ve already been exterminated by those six guys in advance?"

"No, the nearby void shows no traces of Law Fluctuations, evidently there haven’t been any battles above Tier Eight in the past millennium."

"Forget it, let’s wait a bit longer, their perception range is small, perhaps they are still on their way..."

She found a barely acceptable reason for the remaining Tier Eight of other civilizations yet to arrive, forcibly suppressing her irritation, starting to wait patiently.

A year...

Ten years...

Thirty years later, while perceiving the void still empty except for the six Tier Eight in Plane Sea 758, Fisi couldn’t help but fall into silence.

Until now, she finally determined that aside from her, none of the escaped Tier Eights were willing to come target the Space-Time Transcender.

She could actually understand those guys’ thoughts.

Judging from the series of actions previously carried out by the Silkworm Dream Civilization, the Manager behind the Space-Time Transcender was definitely paying considerable attention to them.

Not to mention whether they can extinguish the Space-Time Transcender under the Manager’s watch, even if they manage to kill him, there’s a high chance they’ll end up buried alongside.

Having escaped the tiger’s mouth, how many creatures will choose to enter the wolf’s den again?

Even herself, if it weren’t for a promise to a former leader, ninety-nine percent of the time she wouldn’t come to this damn place to take risks.