Wizard: I Have a Game Panel-Chapter 419 - 291: Dual Breakthroughs (Part 2)

[Speaker Sanchez is opening a full-plane projection again, with the projection environment being the sky above the Blood Sea Abyss, seemingly preparing for a sixth ring breakthrough.

——Amy]

"Sanchez is breaking through to the sixth ring?" Francis immediately released his senses, locking onto the giant light screen that just rose outside the Wizard Tower.

On the giant screen, besides the calm to the point of near-dead silence of the boundless Sea of Blood, there seemed to be nothing else.

This was normal, after all, it’s only been fifty years since the players left, and even Abyssal Demons need time to reproduce.

He wasn’t in a hurry, just quietly watched.

There was absolutely a reason for Sanchez to suddenly open plane projection after a gap of nearly two thousand years.

"Whoosh—Boom—"

In the next instant, a giant, as if standing between heaven and earth, wrapped in endless purple-red mist, appeared on the screen, with its lower body submerged in the blood-colored ocean, stirring up towering waves.

Countless wizards who witnessed this scene held their breath, treading carefully, fearing they would disturb the giant within the screen and attract its attention.

Even though they knew well that this being was endlessly far from them and still one of their most powerful protectors.

"Roar—"

The giant roared towards the sky, scattering the blood clouds that floated above the Sea of Blood.

Countless Abyssal Energy naturally projected from the Abyssal Sun suspended in the sky, directly bombarding the giant.

"Splash—Splash—"

The boundless Sea of Blood seemed endless, waves rising higher and higher around the giant, as if intending to destroy the heavens and the earth.

A minute...

Ten minutes...

Unnoticeably, half an hour quietly passed, with the giant in the Sea of Blood wrapped in extremely dense Abyssal Energy, transforming into a red-black giant cocoon, seemingly like a heart, continuously beating.

"Thump—Thump—Thump—"

The sound of the cocoon’s heartbeat resonated with countless wizards’ own heartbeats.

Francis, on the top floor of Francis Wizard Tower, furrowed his brows slightly, expanding his senses to observe the condition of the city’s wizards.

Once he confirmed that the young wizards weren’t suffering any substantial harm, he felt relieved and took no further action.

A day...

Half a year...

Another year and thirty-seven days passed, and now the wizards residing in the Wizard City had long become accustomed to the cocoon on the screen, and the sound it made while beating no longer troubled them.

Just when they thought today would be like any other, with nothing happening.

"Click—"

The cocoon, which had been beating for over a year, suddenly developed a nearly imperceptible crack.

The next moment, the entire giant cocoon vanished without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

"Splash—"

The disappearance of the giant cocoon cleared a significant area on the surface of the Sea of Blood, once again stirring waves that drew every wizard’s attention.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it’s been a while." When the wizards looked at the screen, they suddenly found a person standing in front of the screen with a brilliant smile, enthusiastically waving at them.

They knew this person very well; it was Speaker Sanchez, who they hadn’t seen for a long time.

"Greetings, Speaker Sanchez."

"Greetings..."

...

Countless wizards excitedly saluted the screen, even though they knew the person within the screen couldn’t see them.

According to the legends circulating within the Wizard Alliance, the trial would begin in the near future.

And for the Wizard Alliance to remain intact during this trial, all four Speakers needed to break through to the sixth ring.

The four Speakers are Speaker Loral, Speaker Vincentia, Speaker Sanchez, and Speaker Domenico.

Among them, Speaker Vincentia and Speaker Sanchez have both made their breakthrough, bringing great joy, and they silently hope for Speaker Loral and Speaker Domenico to break through soon as well.

"So, it’s happening now, not bad." Francis, who had been focusing his senses on the screen all along, smiled with satisfaction as he witnessed this.

He hadn’t misplaced his faith; this young man broke through much earlier than he had expected.

...

Betula Continent, top floor of Lor Wizard Tower, in the study.

Feeling a slight warmth at the collar, Loral immediately stopped nourishing the points of contact, withdrew his Spiritual Power from the Sea of Consciousness, and without retrieving the Continent Communication Device, spread his senses directly to look outside the Wizard Tower.

"Ha ha, breaking through to the sixth ring is just a trifling matter for me, extremely easy, hardly worth mentioning." On the screen, Sanchez boasted endlessly, smiling with teeth visible.

"This guy..." Loral smiled, shook his head, and didn’t look any further, continuing to immerse his Spiritual Power into the Sea of Consciousness, observing the domain full of activated points of contact like dense stars: "I’m almost there too."

Having activated so many points of contact, he had gained a sense of which unactivated points remained.

At most, in another fifty years, he could break through to the sixth ring in one go, then carefully select some witchcraft to strengthen the Space-Time Realm and Space Jumping Witchcraft, striving to elevate both to the seventh ring so he could go to the Arena to execute his plan.

"I hope by then there will still be some witchcraft positions left, preferably enough to break through the Great Dissolving Technique to the seventh ring as well." Loral, harboring hope, immersed himself again in activating the points of contact.

...

Wizard Calendar, September 30, 6605.

Above Lor Wizard City.

The blazing sun hanging high in the sky was suddenly covered by a dark curtain.

"What’s going on?"

"Could it be that someone is casting witchcraft in Lor Wizard City?"

"How is that possible, do they want to die?"

...

Countless wizards in Lor Wizard City looked up, dazed, not knowing what had happened.

The iron law of the Wizard Alliance is that no range-type witchcraft can be cast anywhere in the Wizard City except in laboratories.

This dark curtain looked a lot like range-type witchcraft, immediately arousing suspicion.

But upon closer inspection, it didn’t quite resemble witchcraft, appearing more like a natural reaction, which was strange.

"Whoosh—"

The next moment, a blue beam gracefully streaked across the edge of the curtain, continuously expanding.

"Splash—"

For some reason, a group of wizards found that they could hear the sound of a river flowing from the twisting, expanding blue beam, remarkably bizarre.

"Take a closer look, doesn’t that blue beam look a bit like a river?" In an academy in the west of Lor Wizard City, an elder wizard, dressed in a red-yellow two-tone third ring Wizard Robe, projected his voice in a resonating echo.

"Indeed, it does."

"Hey, why do I see the Lor Wizard Tower rising from the river? Could it be an illusion?"

"You’re not wrong; I also see Speaker Loral and Speaker Peyton conversing above the Wizard Tower."

"Just imagine, guess what I saw — I actually saw Speaker Loral casting the Great Meteor Technique to annihilate a fourth-tier demon."

"I saw Speaker Loral obliterating a fifth-tier demon, this..."

"You would never guess what I saw; I actually saw Speaker Loral in his youth, wielding a sword towards a middle-aged man’s neck."

"What is this river exactly? Why can we see Speaker Loral’s past?"

The entire city’s wizards were perplexed, discussing furtively.

"I don’t know why we can see Speaker Loral’s past in this river, but here’s a guess — is it possible that Speaker Loral is currently breaking through to the sixth ring?" Suddenly, a second ring female wizard, dressed in a Space Magic Robe, spoke surprisingly, sharing her speculation.

"This..."

"Let’s hope it’s true."

"Is Speaker Loral about to break through to the sixth ring as well..."

Upon hearing the female wizard’s words, countless wizards looked skyward, filled with much excitement and agitation.

"Splash—"

In the sky, the initially narrow blue river had, at some point, widened to over a hundred miles, its length spanned across the entire dark curtain.

Numerous scenes involving Loral played out within, one after another, an endless sequence.

On the ninety-sixth floor of Lor Wizard Tower.

"Lord Loral..." Kateya stood by the window, watching the scene in the river of her first encounter with Loral, unable to come to her senses for a long time.

"Mentor..." Nearby, Levan watched his naive former self and young mentor in the river, a nostalgic smile spreading across his face.

"Has Mentor broken through to the sixth ring?" At the window of the ninety-fifth-floor cultivation room, Van looked up at his mentor, who had told him ’I won’t meddle in your training path,’ and slightly curled his lips: "Then I should also prepare and strive to break through to the fifth ring."