Wizard: I Have a Game Panel-Chapter 486 - 324: A Genuine Smile (Part 2)
In a top-tier major civilization, in a span of a hundred thousand years, one to two beings of Tier Six, Eight Stars might emerge. The probability of such a being breaking through to Tier Seven is around fifty percent.
Exchanging half a Tier Seven for ten Law Values is usually unacceptable for the leaders of these top civilizations, as even a single Law Value is far more valuable than a Tier Seven being.
But it is precisely because of this that he can justifiably raise prices in the Plane Group to negotiate additional territories for the Wizard Alliance.
A typical major civilization holds about five to ten thousand Plane Group territories, while a top-tier major civilization usually governs hundreds of thousands, even millions of them.
Exchanging half a Tier Seven for ten thousand Plane Groups might be acceptable to them, except for Bona and Vina, since there are only seven beings of Tier Six, Eight Stars in the entire Wizard Plane Group.
As for Tier Six, Seven Stars and below, the price becomes even more reasonable, making it easily acceptable to a major civilization.
The reason for this is his desire to harvest more Plane Groups in one go.
If the price for Tier Six, Seven Stars and below were set too high, those major civilizations would likely only reclaim talented members with outstanding potential, leaving the rest as dead weight.
"I have no objections."
"Neither do I."
"Alright."
The leaders of the six top-tier major civilizations agreed to the Space-Time Transcender’s allocation plan without hesitation.
If they were honest, the pricing for Tier Six, Eight Stars by the Space-Time Transcender was indeed a bit steep, but there were only a few of them in total.
They could afford to pay out some Plane Group territories without the need for bargaining.
"Alright, let’s settle on this," Lor sighed in relief inwardly and nodded with a smile, then turned to the Feathered Sky Leader and said, "Please invite the other major civilization leaders in."
"Okay," answered the Feathered Sky Leader. A green light screen floated before him, which then rapidly scrolled downward at an almost imperceptible speed.
With his actions, numerous beings of the Seventh Tier, each distinct in appearance, appeared in the top-floor living room of the Wizard Tower like dumplings.
These Seventh Tier beings drawn in still carried remnants of shock and disbelief in their eyes, subconsciously looking for the presence of the Space-Time Transcender.
When they saw the seven leaders of top-tier major civilizations and the Space-Time Transcender in the center of the room, a tinge of bitterness appeared on their faces simultaneously.
Originally, they had hoped to gain a Law Treasure suitable for themselves during this trial, but now, let alone a Law Treasure, they might even lose some Plane Group territories.
Even those high and mighty leaders of the top-tier major civilizations chose to follow the rules set by the Space-Time Transcender—what else could they do?
A moment later,
When no new Seventh Tier beings appeared, the Feathered Sky Leader glanced around to confirm that all the leaders of major civilizations from Plane Sea No. 758, except for the Silver Wing Major Civilization, were present, and nodded at Lor.
Once the negotiations were over, he would make a trip to the Silver Wing Major Civilization to make them disappear.
He wouldn’t unnecessarily invite the Silver Wing Major Civilization leader at this point.
Seeing this, Lor immediately spoke, "Ladies and gentlemen, I invited the Feathered Sky Leader to bring you over here..."
He reiterated the reasons he had previously mentioned.
As expected, there was no opposition this time either.
Even if some civilizations were unwilling to exchange Plane Groups to reclaim their members, given the current situation, they dared not voice it.
Thus, the Wizard Alliance and the numerous civilizations of Plane Sea No. 758 reached a preliminary agreement.
How many Plane Groups could ultimately be exchanged would depend on how many Tier Six beings from other civilizations perished in the Wizard Plane Group before the Wizard Alliance fully controlled the situation.
After negotiating all conditions and adding Lor’s contact information, all Seventh and Eighth Tier beings, except for the Feathered Sky Leader, left Lor’s private space.
In the vast top-floor living room of the Wizard Tower, only Lor and the Feathered Sky Leader stood facing each other.
"I must also prepare a gift for my daughter, goodbye." The Feathered Sky Leader smiled and nodded to Lor before disappearing from the living room.
Alone in the living room, Lor looked at the long table before him, his heart in turmoil, standing motionless for a long time.
Until the Dream Spirit notified him that time was running out, a heartfelt smile suddenly appeared on his face.
...
At the same time.
Outside a Plane Group 12,893 space nodes away from the Wizard Plane Group.
A spatial rift suddenly tore open, and the Feathered Sky Leader, approximately five meters tall, flew out.
"Silver Wing Major Civilization..." The Feathered Sky Leader looked at this Plane Group teeming with endless vitality, from which a faint aura of light emanated, his eyes filled with indifference, his wings gently flapping.
"Crack, crack, crack—"
The void tens of millions of miles ahead of the Feathered Sky Leader suddenly shattered, transforming into endless feather-like spatial fragments, tearing spatial rifts that surged continuously into the Silver Wing Plane Group.
...
At the edge of the Silver Wing Plane Group, in the center of a plane completely covered by forest, lay a small floating continent approximately a million miles in length and width.
On this floating continent, countless beings knelt and prayed around a Silver Wolf Statue towering ten thousand miles high, in extreme reverence.
"Rip—"
Just then, a spatial rift appeared above the Silver Wolf Statue.
Next, a feather-like spatial fragment, about ten thousand miles long, shot out from the rift, gently brushing past the Silver Wolf Statue below.
"Woosh—"
Under the watchful eyes of billions praying, the Statue of Light that had stood at the center of this continent for countless years disappeared silently.
Infinite bewilderment filled their hearts.
"Whoosh—"
Yet, before they could comprehend what had happened, the feather that brushed past the Silver Wolf Statue exploded suddenly.
The sky darkened.
...
In the southwest of a plane filled with grasslands near the center of the Silver Wing Plane Group, deep within a lair spanning thousands of miles.
"Should I inform my grandfather or not?" A Silver Wolf with wings on its back stared at the Space Foot Ring, its eyes full of hesitation.
Since confirming a year ago that the Space-Time Transcender was that native, it spent half a year in deep despair before finally coming to its senses and starting to prepare an escape plan.
Surviving is most important, no matter what.
Now everything was ready, and today was the day to embark on its escape route, yet it wavered on whether to inform its grandfather or not.
If it revealed the information, its grandfather might crush it to dust.
If it did not, once the Space-Time Transcender grew...
"Right, I can escape first, then notify my grandfather when I reach another Plane Sea!" The Silver Wolf’s eyes lit up, thinking of a win-win solution.
But just then, it suddenly realized it was completely shrouded in darkness.
And itself, unknowingly, had become part of this darkness.
"What is happening to me?" After this thought crossed the Silver Wolf’s mind, it no longer had the energy to continue thinking.
...
In the central plane of the Silver Wing Plane Group.
Endless darkness covered every corner of this plane.
At the heart of this dark void, a pure white light cluster kept extinguishing and rekindling.
During its repeated rekindling, faint weak voices intermittently emanated from within the pure white light cluster.
"Great..."
"Feathered Sky..."
"Please..."
"Spare..."
"I..."
"Willing..."
"To offer..."
"Everything..."
"Please..."
"Please..."
"Please..."
The voice from the pure white light cluster drifted in the vast void, yet not even a trace of echo returned.
As time passed, the light cluster became more infrequent and its emitted light grew fainter.
...
In the Wizard Plane Group, at the center of the Thunder Plane, above endless clouds.
"Your Highnesses, how do you plan to spend the next three thousand years?"
Lor looked at the two quiet Feathered Sky Birds floating not far in front of him and said kindly, "If you’d like to travel around various planes, I can arrange a guide for you."
"If you wish to see the sights of the Wizard Alliance, I can also take you back."
