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Hearing the squirrel say this, Charles was moved.

He said, "Since the Tower Master has said so, I am willing!"

The squirrel laughed upon hearing this. "I knew you had to be a clever man."

"Then come. Come to the void, and I will give you this portion of origin power."

The squirrel gave Charles a set of coordinates in the void.

Charles calculated the distance and found that it was not close. Even by teleportation, it would take at least several months.

He nodded. "All right. I will begin making my way toward that location."

The squirrel nodded. "I will also head toward those coordinates. If you arrive and I have not, wait for a while."

"Yes."

After discussing things in detail for some time, the two went their separate ways.

Charles also withdrew his attention from the puppet.

He sat within the wizard tower. Beneath it, a medium-sized water elemental plane was being compressed.

The compression was proceeding quickly. At most, it would be completed within a month.

This was already the eighth elemental plane Charles had found and manipulated since entering the void.

Now, every floor of his wizard tower had an elemental plane serving as its core energy source.

It could be said that as long as he remained within the wizard tower, he would no longer need to worry about magical power in the future.

Unless he grew stronger.

Charles gazed into the boundless void, still thinking about what the squirrel had said earlier.

Seventh tier!

Charles murmured, "Do I have a chance of becoming a seven-ring wizard?"

He then thought of the Book of Causal Paths and asked, "What level was Alasta, the Prophet King of old? Did he become seventh tier?"

After being asked this question, the Book of Causal Paths remained silent