"I..." Francis turned around, his back to the River of Ti Scroll, and as soon as he uttered a word, he found his voice had beco incredibly hoarse.
He paused slightly, then quickly walked toward the study door, saying hoarsely, "I’ll head back first; I’ll discuss it in detail later on the Continent Communication Device."
From now on, Lor’s study had been classified by him as his own Forbidden Area.
No matter what the situation, he must never step foot in there.
Absolutely not!
Lor watched Francis’s hurried departure, frowning slightly, feeling utterly bewildered.
Could it be that this guy has been driven mad by the tedious daily affairs?
Perhaps next ti at the Grand Council, he should propose electing so new speakers to form a daily affairs task force to ease his burdens?
...
The Second World, sky-reaching tree space.
"Indeed, no matter how extraordinary one’s talent is, progressing on the path of ti is incredibly difficult." Blood gazed at the light screen where Francis nearly fled in defeat, sighed softly, and showed a sympathetic expression.
Back then, due to immaturity, it had carefully examined that cursed River of Ti Scroll for a mont, and the result was self-evident.
This path of ti isn’t one that an ordinary person can easily traverse.
Perhaps that little fellow, due to so player’s influence, can better comprehend the True aning of Ti.
However, the talent he possesses for the Path of Ti is genuine, or else he wouldn’t have been able to withstand the River of Ti Scroll intact.
...
One minute later.
Top floor of Lor Wizard Tower, inside the study.
The Continent Communication Device tily transmitted a disturbance.
Lor glanced at the screen, noticing it was Francis’s communication request, and directly accepted it, preparing to continue projecting the light screen towards the River of Ti Scroll for clarification. However, the next mont, he heard Francis’s anxious and hurried shout.
"Stop!" Francis hastily shouted, "Speaker Lole, don’t project that scroll again; I can’t look at it!"
"Uh..." Lor’s movents paused, reverting the light screen back to himself, quietly watching Francis, awaiting his explanation.
Earlier, he wasn’t too sure, but from Francis’s imdiate prohibition, he could at least confirm one thing.
That is, what Francis saw when looking at the scroll was entirely different from what he saw; he likely witnessed sothing terrifying.
Could it be that Blood had laid so trap when bestowing him the River of Ti Scroll?
Was it necessary to be so petty?
"When I was observing that River of Ti Scroll earlier, I discovered..."
Francis took a deep breath, calming his emotions, recounting his encounter step by step, finally summarizing, "I believe the greatest possibility for this occurrence is the need to have sufficient talent within the Ti System to unearth the Ti Rune."
"If one lacks talent, it won’t be like other factions where one has difficulty understanding the runes; instead, they can’t even explore the runes on the River of Ti Scroll."
Saying this, he conveyed a aningful glance at Lor.
The so-called greatest possibility was just a ruse; in truth, he believed there was another possibility.
However, that speculation pertained to the mysterious Silkworm Dream Super Civilization Manager, and he dared not speak of it.
Because he wasn’t sure whether that figure could hear their conversation; thus, in matters of caution, he wouldn’t be careless in the slightest.
After all, the consequences of angering that figure were beyond what the entire Wizard Alliance could bear.
"Forget it, let’s leave it at that, I’ll just examine it myself in the future." Lor deliberated for a while and decided to back out as well.
Francis’s unspoken notion coincided with his; uncertain of that figure’s stance, he didn’t want to act recklessly anymore.
As for seeking clarification directly from that figure, he dared not either, for that too conveyed an aura of suspicion.
"A wise decision." In the light screen, Francis managed a faint smile at the corners of his mouth, waving his hand, "I have so matters to handle on my end, see you later."
The light screen disappeared, and Lor, staring at the River of Ti Scroll opposite his desk, fell back into deep contemplation.
If nothing unforeseen occurs, players won’t descend for another hundred and ten or so years.
Before that ti cos, he needs to verify the efficiency of the River of Ti Scroll in excavating the Ti Rune.
As long as he can completely supplent one Ti Rune, he would be able to delay the opening of the Trial Field until after the player descent.
Currently, he has thirty-seven Ti Runes with a completeness rate above 80%, among which twelve exceed 90%.
Based on the speed of rune fragnts erging amid the flow of the River of Ti within the scroll, one hundred years shouldn’t pass without at least one complete rune being replenished.
"To be safe, my primary observation zone should reside upstream of the River of Ti." Lor resolved in his heart.
Through familiarity with the Ti Runes, he can sense faint traces of the past in a Ti Rune with a completeness rate of 97%.
Judging by the rune distribution in the River of Ti Scroll, upstream symbolizes the past; thus, the likelihood of manifesting Ti Rune Fragnts related to the past is higher.
"Woosh woosh—"
The sound of river water flowed incessantly into his ears, and Lor imrsed himself, undistracted, into the excavation of Ti Rune Fragnts.
...
Wizard Calendar 4385, November 22nd.
Four days and twenty hours had passed since Silver Wolf’s disappearance, and the Wizard Alliance had convened a Grand Council.
According to what Silkworm Dream Manager Blood inford, in another four hours, all teleportation arrays and passages in the Ti Mage Plane Group would close.
The Wizard Alliance had completed all resource deploynts, personnel distributions, and Wizard Tower constructions across different planes.
All mortals detected with wizardly qualifications during this period had been relocated to the Wizard Plane.
Those with ditation Talent level three or above or high talent in certain areas were retained in the newly expanded Wizard City within the Wizard Plane by each speaker and legislator, respectively assigned to various Wizard Academies.
anwhile, those with lesser talent and ordinary ditation Talent were sent to the Abyss.
Fortunately, these individuals weren’t many, so squeezing a bit of space amid the self-slaughtering demons was enough to arrange them properly.
The upcoming four hours were allotted for the vassals to enter the Wizard Plane.
Milton Continent, outside the Cross-plane Teleportation Array.
Countless wizards not only filled the ground but also densely covered much of the sky.
These wizards, at the very least of first-ring standing, had co just to spectate.
Even though to the upper echelons of the Wizard Alliance, fifth-class Vassal Races were of little consequence and easily wielded, in the eyes of these ordinary wizards, they remained almost unreachable entities, with not many opportunities for direct observation.
The absence of Wizard Apprentices on-site was not for lack of desire to witness the event; rather, Francis had pre-emptively issued a prohibition fearing accidents might occur.
The slightest, unconscious fluctuation of fifth-class life auras could inexplicably cause an apprentice to perish; such an occurrence was sothing Francis had no wish to witness.
"Buzz—"
As the Cross-plane Teleportation Array emanated a black radiance, four fifth-class Yin Flowers and twenty-three fourth-class Yin Flowers abruptly appeared within the array.
"Greetings to all the great Speakers and Legislators," said Edith, the Yinhua Race’s leader, who instantly identified the over a hundred speakers and legislators of the Wizard Alliance floating not far in front of the teleportation array, instantly bending her branches to mimic wizardly etiquette, bowing ceremoniously.
Over the years, the Wizard Alliance hadn’t mistreated her and her race.
Their contributions were rely so unused Pure Dew, yet in return, they received cultivation resources and breakthrough permissions that other vassal races had to expend all efforts to obtain.
Under the Wizard Alliance’s banner, not only had these years brought them an additional fifth-class Yin Flower, but also six more fourth-class Yin Flowers.
Their growth rate, in comparison, was even faster than in their ho plane.
The only regret remained that the exchange permissions for their ho plane were never opened by the Wizard Alliance, causing uncertainty on how long it would take to accumulate enough Magic Crystals to exchange it back.
"Greetings to all the great Speakers and Legislators," echoed the accompanying fourth and fifth-class Yin Flowers, following Edith’s lead in bowing.
"Hmm." At the forefront of the speakers and legislators stood Francis, nodding, "Your settlent area coordinates are Milton Continent 33... rember, you must not approach any cities or mortals when traversing."
He refrained from stating the consequences of disobedience, for the Soul Contract would enlighten them on that.
"Yes, great Speaker Francis." Edith led the Yin Flowers in another bow, and then, following the path cleared by the lower-tier wizards, soared towards the coordinates provided by Francis.
Along the way, their perception fully activated, evading any areas with signs of mortal activity, lest they disturb these wizard fledglings.
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