Chapter 391: Chapter 277: Time Witchcraft Construction Plan (2)

However, since then, they seemed to have been trapped in a terrifying bottleneck, unable to make any progress.

Eighteen hundred years, completely wasted.

The main reason for this is that they couldn’t find materials that could support the normal operation of a Tier Six Energy Furnace.

The materials in the Wizard Alliance’s warehouses could at most support the operation of a Tier Five Energy Furnace, anything more and they would explode.

“I think we should split the Energy Loop even more finely, if we divide it finely enough, it should be able to handle it,” Lawson suddenly tossed aside the parchment scroll in his hand, almost roaring at the two people in front of him.

“Dividing it further will not result in a complete Energy Loop,” Aaron sighed, “Don’t make it difficult for me and the director.”

“We have to find a way!” Lawson looked frustrated, “Now the Wizard Alliance is in a precarious situation. Whether Speaker Vincentia can become one of the pillars in the future war depends entirely on us three. How much longer must we ponder?”

“Boom—crash, crash—”

Ernie hurled the parchment scroll he was holding into a pile of books below him, scattering hundreds of scrolls everywhere, and coldly said to Lawson, “If you’re in a hurry, go push the Magic Artifact Research Institute to come up with a material that can support the operation of a Tier Six Energy Furnace, what’s the use of throwing a tantrum here?”

“If you cause any more trouble, I swear I’ll use my director’s authority to lock you up!”

“They are just a bunch of useless people!” Lawson’s voice lowered a bit, dejectedly he said, “I’ve pushed them thousands of times, it’s useless.”

“Exactly, useless.” Aaron nodded emphatically.

“Yes, a bunch of usel…” Ernie shared the sentiment, but before he could finish his sentence, he noticed the communicator sounded.

He took out the communicator for a glance, noticing it was Speaker Francis calling. He immediately gestured for silence to Lawson and Aaron and answered the call.

A light screen appeared, and Ernie keenly noticed that Speaker Francis on the light screen seemed a bit fatigued. However, he dared not ask more and immediately bowed with respect, “Greetings, Speaker Francis.”

“Greetings, Speaker Francis.”

“Greetings…”

Aaron and Lawson hurriedly flew to Ernie’s side and saluted Speaker Francis in the light screen.

“Hmm.”

Francis nodded slightly, speaking softly, “I have something to tell you. Ninety-two years ago, Speaker Lor brought us fifty-one access permits to the Second World.”

“As for the so-called Second World, it is….”

He recounted the information about the Second World in detail to the three, then continued, “I, along with several other speakers, just pooled some Illusion Dream Value and exchanged it for a few access permits to the Second World.”

“I decided to give one of these permits to you and another to the Magic Artifact Research Institute.”

“Since you are all here now, discuss among yourselves who should hold this permit.”

The civilization information exchange panel in the Second World, along with certain special games, could undoubtedly provide the three with numerous inspirations to help break the research bottleneck.

If it were possible, he would also want to give each of them one.

Unfortunately, the permits are limited; he could only give them to one for now.

Perhaps Lor has more Illusion Dream Value and could exchange for a few more permits, but to ask for more after he provided fifty-one permits before would be too greedy.

“Give it to Ernie.”

“Give it to Ernie.”

Aaron and Lawson said in unison.

Undoubtedly, they also yearned to obtain an access permit to the Second World.

But they had to admit that Ernie was more comprehensive than they were, and giving it to him would inevitably yield more results than if it were given to them.

“Alright, Ernie, come to my place later,” Francis nodded and hung up the call.

“Hahaha—”

As they watched the light screen disappear, the three exchanged glances and burst into a loud laugh simultaneously.

The emergence of the Second World would undoubtedly provide them with new inspirations.

Perhaps they wouldn’t need to rely on those useless people at the Magic Artifact Research Institute; they could develop the Tier Six Energy Furnace themselves.

…

Wizard Calendar Year 4585, January 1st.

The Wizard Alliance held a new round of the Grand Council to discuss the development tone for the next two hundred years.

At the same time, outside the Wizard Plane Group.

Landaya, an Eight Stars genius of the Abyssal Sea Race, flew with a subordinate resembling a white horse to the barrier passage of the Wizard Plane Group, looking at Bona, who seemed to be napping outside the passage, he said: “Bona, I want to try the Trial Field once more to see if it has opened.”

A century had passed since the last attempt, and according to their speculation, it ought to have opened by two hundred years, right?

“Go ahead.” Bona didn’t even open her eyes, just waved her wings casually.

After two hundred years of a boring wait, she had lost the energy to care about anything.

She was just going with the flow, not wanting to manage anything.

“Thank you.” Landaya breathed a sigh of relief and waved to the subordinated behind her.

Luckily, the Feathered Sky Civilization’s precious treasure did not cause any trouble this time, avoiding another complication.

“Whew—”

The eyes of the white horse filled with determination as it resolutely flew towards the barrier passage.

It knew that going there was almost certain death.

But not going meant not even having that sliver of life and endangering its civilization; what else could it do?

As the white horse charged towards the barrier passage, countless perceptions covered it, hoping it would survive.

A thousand miles…

Three hundred miles…

As the white horse entirely entered the passage, a blood-red glow silently emerged.

The next moment, there was nothing left.

Endless silence filled the entire void.

A moment later, Landaya left quietly.

“Why hasn’t it opened yet?” Bona opened her eyes and looked at the unchanged barrier passage in front of her, and dejectedly lowered her head.

Recently, she just felt that nothing was going well.

A hundred years ago, the Trial Field should have opened according to reasonable expectations, yet nothing happened.

Later, she heard that a genius from the Space Faction appeared in the Second World, and she excitedly went to watch.

Finding the front a bit boring, she thought about taking a closer look during the star-level challenge, but was stood up.

Later, her mother discussed with several Eight Tiers great beings in the Second World civilization exchange list, ultimately predicting that the Trial Field would open in two hundred years, which is now, but…

In short, it was utterly boring!

However, she refused to head back to the cabin to rest, lest she miss the opportunity to rush into the Plane Group at the first moment to grab the Law Value Exchange Order and have other civilizations beat her to it.

…

In the top layer of a silver spaceship.

The leader of the Feathered Sky Civilization immersed her consciousness into the Second World, silently gazing at a ’pinned’ post.

The title of this post was: [On the Reasons Why the Trial Field of Plane Sea of Blood Territory 758 Did Not Open Despite the Arrival of the Two-Hundred-Year Mark.]

The comments inside were all reiterations of old viewpoints.

For instance, a hypothesis proposed by a member of the Feather Realm suggested that the great manager Blood would open the Trial Field in the five hundredth year.

As for the reasons, it was still something about preparing surprises, busyness, and the like.

“Then I’ll wait another three hundred years.” The leader of the Feathered Sky Civilization sighed.

…

Wizard Calendar Year 4599, July 2nd.

On the top floor of the Lor Wizard Tower, Betula Continent.

“After one hundred and ten years, I’ve finally experimented with a basic structure of a Time Rune.” Lor looked at the cluster of seventeen construction-type Time Runes forming the Time Rune structure within his Sea of Consciousness, feeling a trace of joy.

Having a complete Time Rune structure meant starting the construction of Time Witchcraft was possible.

He had waited for this moment for so, so long.

“Hmm, first I’ll construct a Fourth-Ring Time Disruption Witchcraft.” Lor made up his mind.

Currently, he had four Fourth-Ring Sorcery Positions and one Fifth-Ring Sorcery Position left.

His Witchcraft System had two flaws at the moment: one is the Great Dissolving Technique is powerless against Energy Defense, and the other is it cannot defend against soul-type attacks.

The first flaw could be resolved by incorporating the Time Disruption Witchcraft into the Great Dissolving Technique, and regarding the method to mend the second flaw, he was starting to get an idea.

For instance, integrating Time Deceleration, Time Stasis, and Time Acceleration spells into the Void Realm Witchcraft to allow it to become a true world with space-time, which might defend against soul attacks.

He already possessed foundational runes for Time Deceleration and Time Stasis; he only lacked the foundational rune for Time Acceleration to begin execution.

Of course, in actual operation, just combining these three Time Witchcrafts might not suffice; additional Space or Time Witchcrafts may be needed for supplementation.

But the general idea was there, and the likelihood of success was quite high, the imperfections could be refined over time later.

As for Space Jumping Witchcraft, it naturally had its imperfections, but in terms of urgency, it was lower than the other two witchcrafts and could be taken slowly.

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