"Sigh, I wonder if I'll get to witness such a spectacle before I break through to the sixth circle." Lor shook his head with a wry smile.
He had accumulated nearly sixty such experimental conjectures in his hands.
But due to time constraints, he simply couldn't formally conduct experiments.
At this moment, he once again understood the saying often spoken by seventh-circle mages in his past life.
'The path to the pinnacle for a wizard cannot be walked alone, unless you are born with innate knowledge.'
Sufficient territory, enough wizard geniuses, and the birth of enough kindred spirits, can truly perfect a faction.
Of course, the Time Faction might be an exception, as it is intrinsically a whole.
"Forget it, let's take it step by step." Lor shook his head, dismissing these vexing thoughts, and instructed in his mind, "Open the panel."
An illusory panel appeared before his eyes. Ignoring everything else, Lor fixed his gaze directly on the newly fused Space Jumping Witchcraft.
