Wizard: I Have a Game Panel

"It's already been discussed." Bilang nodded and said, "The Federation has decided to allow the top ten billion cultivators ranked from the Fourth to Seventh Tier in the Arena to participate in the selection battle. As long as one is eligible to participate in the selection battle, one has the qualification to enter the special assembly point."

"If you want to bring a Plane Group into the special assembly point, you must be ranked among the top ten million in the same tier in the selection battle, and you can only place the Plane Group in the outer area of the assembly point."

"Those ranked in the top one hundred thousand can place their core Plane Group in the middle area, and additionally place three Plane Groups in the outer area of the assembly point."

"Those ranked in the top one thousand can place their core Plane Group in the inner area, and gain ten additional middle area slots and one hundred outer area slots."

"Those ranked in the top one hundred can place their core Plane Group in the sub-core area of the assembly point and receive one hundred additional inner area slots, one thousand middle area slots, and ten thousand outer area slots."

"From the second to the top hundred, there are only changes in the number of Plane Groups that can be placed, there's nothing much to say."

"And the one ranked first in the same tier can place their core Plane Group in the core area of the assembly point and receive one hundred additional sub-core area slots, ten thousand inner area slots, one hundred thousand middle area slots, and one million outer area slots."

At this point, Bilang's voice became more serious, solemnly reminding, "Getting first isn't a difficult task for you, but there's one thing you need to pay attention to, that is, the slots obtained are prohibited from being traded and are only for use within the forces represented when submitting the application to join the Federation."

"For example, if you represent the Plane Sea No. 758 Alliance in submitting the application to join the Federation, the obtained slots can only be used within the Plane Sea No. 758 Alliance."

"If you violate the rules, the Federation will find it very difficult to handle."

If it were any other creature, even an Overlord level creature face-to-face, it would directly say, 'Those who violate the order, their civilization will be destroyed, their name removed from the Crystal Domain.'

But who makes it connect with a Space-Time Transcender here?

This person's background only allows it to lightly admonish him, unable to say anything harsh.

"Please rest assured, Mr. Bilang, I will not violate the rules." Lor solemnly promised, completely at ease.

His strength is already among the strongest ranks of Tier Seven Creatures, not to mention competing for the top ten, at least the top hundred is no problem.

With more than eleven thousand Plane Group placement slots, it is enough to cover all of the Wizard Civilization's already developed Plane Groups, and additionally migrate some highly developed Plane Groups.

The remaining poorly developed Plane Groups have no native Fourth Ring Mages born, so even if these Plane Groups are gone, the native mages can still reach their own limits through the Faith System route.

Compared to other systems, at most it's a bit weaker and more limiting, but those shortcomings are acceptable compared to having no path forward.

Additionally, some legislators and councilors of the Wizard Civilization can also try participating in the selection battle, maybe they can also win several Plane Group placement slots.

His only confusion now is why Bilang is certain he can take first in the Seventh Tier?

Although the Time Stop Law is indeed useful, if the Great Dissolving Technique can't break through the opponent's Defense Law, then it's useless.

If using the Time Disorder Law, it could indeed force a vulnerability in the defense of Tier Seven cultivators, but it would also give them a chance to counterattack.

Variables still exist, and right now he can't claim invincibility at Tier Seven.

Could it be the Federation plans to rig it to advance him straight to first place?

"That would be even better."

Bilang nodded, with a hint of delight in his tone, "Next, just focus on preparing. As long as nothing unexpected happens, according to the process, at most ten days later, the Tier Six selection battle will begin."

"Before that, if the Plane Sea No. 758 Alliance encounters an enemy that is difficult to resist, you can contact me at any time, and I will arrange for strong ones to come to the rescue immediately."

"Good... wait!" Lor was about to agree in one go, but the next moment, his pupils slightly enlarged, seemingly shocked by what Bilang had said.

"What's wrong?" Bilang asked curiously.

Lor licked his lips, his voice dry, "Am I not participating in the Seventh Tier selection battle, but in the Sixth Tier?"

Bilang, sizing up Lor from across the light screen, asked curiously, "Could it be you've already broken through to Tier Seven?"

"No, I haven't." Lor shook his head decisively.

Although his combat power has already reached the strongest ranks of Tier Seven, and even his Law fusion accomplishments are worthy of being the first of Tier Seven, in essence he is still a Sixth Ring Mage.

"Since you haven't broken through, naturally you should participate in the Tier Six selection battle." Bilang's words carried a hint of amusement, "Ensuring fairness is the foundation on which the Federation stands."

"Yes, yes." Lor nodded repeatedly, expressing deep agreement, "The Federation is indeed very fair, admirable."

"Okay then, prepare well." Bilang waved his branches, "I have to go handle other top Overlord level civilizations applying to join the Federation."

"Alright, see you later." Lor waved and said goodbye.

The light screen disappeared.

"Tier Six..." Lor's face could no longer suppress his smile, the corners of his mouth almost reaching his ears.

Even standing still, not a single Tier Six creature could harm him in the slightest, even the Soul Faction is no exception.

In other words, that upcoming selection battle, he has already locked down the first spot in advance.

No matter how it goes, the first position is impossible to fall to any other creature.

And the treatment of being first is being able to place the core Plane Group in the assembly point's core area, receiving an additional one hundred sub-core area slots, ten thousand inner area slots, one hundred thousand middle area slots, and one million outer area slots.

This time not only the already developed and developing Plane Groups, but even the undeveloped Plane Groups under the Wizard Civilization, he can pack all of them into that special assembly point.

A moment later, Lor calmed his mind, and applied to enter Francis' private Space in the Second World, while in reality, he looked up at the seven Alliance Leaders and Vice Alliance Hierarchs of the Plane Sea No. 758 Alliance.

Whether it's the legislators and councilors in the Second World's conference room, or the Alliance Leaders and Vice Alliance Hierarchs in the real world, they all looked at him expectantly, hoping he would bring good news.

Lor took a deep breath, maintaining calm, and in both the real world and the Second World, he spoke at the same time, "Everyone, the Crystal Domain Defending Federation has accepted the Plane Sea No. 758 Alliance and issued instructions. In the next ten days, the Alliance needs to continue integrating the Plane Groups within the Plane Sea No. 758."

"At the latest ten days later, the Federation will hold a selection battle that will decide..."

Lor relayed the rules of the selection battle he heard from Bilang one by one, then said word by word, "And I will represent the Plane Sea No. 758 Alliance in the Tier Six selection battle."

Silence.

Silent.

Eerie silence.

Whether in the real world or the Second World.

Whether it's the legislators and councilors of the Wizard Civilization, or the Alliance Leaders and Vice Alliance Hierarchs of the Plane Sea No. 758 Alliance.

All the creatures that heard Lor's words stared blankly at Lor, even forgetting to breathe.