Time flowed on.
The election for the second-generation Wizard King had become the Wizard Alliance's foremost event, the absolute focus of countless trillions of wizards, innumerable alliance creatures, and even civilizations beyond the domain.
By comparison, Green, the first-generation Wizard King of the apocalypse, seemed to have faded from public view and become history.
Influenced by the election for the second-generation Wizard King, many renowned True Spirit Wizards set out on their return journeys. After briefly meeting Green, they began building momentum in the Wizard World, gathering sufficient prestige and support for themselves.
It was worth mentioning that Green's third disciple, An Tuximo, had also entered the election. However, the gap in prestige was simply too vast. In Green's view, unless he gave his full support, An Tuximo's chances would be far too slim no matter how he campaigned. At most, he could participate and prepare for the election of the third-generation Wizard King.
At the height of this boiling fervor that had gripped the entire Wizard World, Green, the first-generation Wizard King who should likewise have stood at the pinnacle of glory, unexpectedly became quiet and solitary, shifting from the focal point of the Wizard World's attention into a shadow behind the scenes.
Green had his own plans.
Breathe, breathe, breathe...
Thump, thump, thump...
Within the Heart of the Wizard World, Green sensed the pulsating rhythm of the World Heart's will merging with the rhythm of his own heartbeat, which in turn stirred the azure radiance of spiritual power around his body.
Crack!
With a casual motion, Green inserted the Truth-Balance Magic Staff into a fissure within the rules of Prismatic Spacetime.
After removing this illustrious magic staff that had accompanied Green to fame, the milky-white Light of Balance around him gradually straightened, like a celestial river running through