Wizard: I Have a Game Panel

[I'm just curious about one thing: is the Space-Time Transcender still Tier Six now? Or rather, does he still count as Tier Six?]

Yes. Under the notice post about the selection battle, the hottest comment wasn't discussing anything else, just him.

Every second, the number of likes on that comment was increasing by the trillions.

Meanwhile, under the comment, every second there were countless beings replying.

The most popular replies among them were:

[Stop joking. The Space-Time Transcender definitely broke through to Tier Seven before entering the Vortex Plane Sea.

Otherwise, how could he have swept up almost all the Tier Eight Supreme Treasures at the Vortex Plane Sea Bottom?]

[I admit the Space-Time Transcender shattered my understanding by managing to carry out Law Prototype fusion at Tier Six.

But back in the Vortex Plane Sea, how high was his Law Strength already? You're telling me that wasn't Tier Seven yet?]

[I once fought side by side with the Space-Time Transcender at the Vortex Plane Sea Bottom. His Law felt off; at least to my senses it wasn't complete, just a prototype.

Judging from that, I'm ninety percent sure he's still Tier Six now.]

[No way, right? He's not actually going to participate in the Tier Six selection battle, is he? Then what are we even fighting for? Just hand him first place already.]

…

There were a lot of replies, which could roughly be divided into three types.

One type didn't believe he hadn't broken through to Tier Seven yet, and they were the majority.

One type had actually run into him in the Vortex Plane Sea, or had received reliable information from those who had, and were certain he was still Tier Six; they were the minority.

The last type was half-believing, half-skeptical, and they were extremely few.

"A Tier Six Space Jumping Law Strength of 172.695 is indeed a bit hard to believe. It's understandable that they don't buy it." Lor's lips curled in a smile as he muttered to himself.

Before him, the Crystal Domain had never even seen a single being who could perform Law fusion at Tier Six.

Putting himself in their place—if Lor were one of those beings who hadn't met him in the Vortex Plane Sea and had no reliable channel for trustworthy information—he wouldn't believe it either.

Time slipped by, second by second, as Lor relaxed and browsed the comments. Before he knew it, ten full minutes had passed since the moment Bilang sent him the communication request.

And just at that instant, a private Space invitation suddenly appeared before Lor.

On the invitation was a string of complex characters from the Silkworm Dream Civilization, meaning: Tier Six selection battle, first phase, Battlefield No. 1, accept / decline invitation.

Lor focused his senses on "accept."

In the next moment, the Space before his eyes abruptly turned into a vast expanse of yellow sand, stretching beyond sight in all directions, with not a single being in view.

At the instant the Space shifted, another light screen popped up before his eyes.

At the very top of the light screen was a 60-second countdown.

Below the countdown was a line reading "Overall Rankings," with nothing underneath.

In the middle of the light screen were the words "Battlefield No. 1 Rankings," also with nothing beneath.

Just as Lor looked toward the light screen, a solemn and steady voice suddenly came from the sky above.

"The first phase of the Crystal Domain Tier Six Cultivator Selection Battle will officially begin after the countdown ends. Before the official start, moving more than a hundred li from your original location will be regarded as automatically forfeiting your qualification for the selection battle."

"This phase is limited to thirty days. Within these thirty days, killing any being you encounter allows you to seize seventy percent of their total points. If the opponent's points are zero, you gain one point."

"Being killed means elimination. Those eliminated may retain thirty percent of their points for ranking purposes."

"The more points you obtain, the higher your ranking."

"Those who make the top hundred in points on the same battlefield may advance to the second phase."

"Each battlefield's first place in points may skip the second phase. First place in points across all battlefields of the same Tier may skip the third phase."

"After twenty days, the one who holds first place on this battlefield will be eligible to open a battlefield channel, travel to other battlefields to hunt, and contest for first place in points across all battlefields."

"Everyone, strive to rise above the rest. The Crystal Domain Defense Federation will not treat any true genius unfairly."

"Whooo—"

Once that voice faded, only the sound of wind sweeping over yellow sand remained in Lor's ears.

"Compared to Bilang's introduction, this guy was a bit more detailed." Lor thought to himself.

Previously, Bilang had only told him about the benefits of getting top hundred, first place on the same battlefield, and overall first place; she hadn't gone into detail on exactly how to get first place.

Only now did he find out that he had to exterminate every being he saw and obtain the points on them.

But he could understand Bilang's omissions. After all, for him…

"It's all the same."

Lor smiled carelessly, tried to open the civilization information exchange list, discovered that it wouldn't open, and didn't care much. He immediately sat cross-legged and went back to working on creating the Space Shock Witchcraft.

He certainly could wipe out Battlefield No. 1 the moment the countdown ended, but if he did that, the vast majority of beings on Battlefield No. 1 wouldn't even have time to make a move.

As a result, it was highly likely that Battlefield No. 1 wouldn't even manage to fill a hundred slots for the second phase of the selection battle, which would look rather unsightly.

Better to wait nineteen days before clearing the field. Then, after waiting one more day, he could end the first phase—and even the first three phases—ahead of schedule.

During these nineteen days, unless some being walked into his sensory range, there was no need to pay any attention to the outside world at all; he just had to focus on his own work.

…

In Francis's private Space, inside the Grand Conference Chamber.

Including Francis, a group of Legislators and chairpersons of the Wizard Civilization turned their gazes toward the light screen at the front of the chamber.

On the light screen, Lor, clad in a Space Wizard Robe, gave a free and easy smile, then silently sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes, as if he no longer cared about anything in the outside world.