Time flowed on, and in the blink of an eye, fifteen years had passed!
Many Stigmata Wizards had gathered in the Spiritfolk World. Because of Green's World Garment rule-based constitution, they had not chosen to force their way in. Judging from the covert clashes between both sides over the years, whoever dared to force an entry first would likely suffer irreparable injuries. With the Wizard World's civilizational war about to begin, that would be no different from courting death.
For the energy in this spacetime rift to be replenished and fully stabilize, at least another ten years were needed. At the same time, certain special conditions were required to create a relatively safe and rapid invasion passage.
Thus, three spacetime altars and one Hunting Tower had been completed under the direction of Soul-Devouring Kiss, the Stigmata Wizard.
"This Hunting Tower consumed half the Eyes of Doomsday accumulated by one of my important Slave Worlds. It will be impossible to build a second one anytime soon. Annihilation Tower, I hope you succeed in one attempt. At the very least, light a Spy Shadow Altar over there and stabilize the passage."
A three-hundred-meter black tower stood straight upon the former site of the Spiritfolk World's CF-2 base. A black pillar of energy shot into the heavens from its summit, consuming an enormous quantity of mysterious energy at every moment. High in the sky, a gigantic eyeball occasionally looked left and right, as if searching for something.
Little Eight stood on Youquan's shoulder, flapped his wings, and waved farewell.
"If it doesn't work out, come back. Don't force yourself..."
Green ignored Little Eight. Leaning on the Extreme Abyss Magic Staff, he sliced open a Dimension Gap and gathered every last material from the guiding arrays of the three spacetime altars. These were all