As Pushton spoke, he began to commune with his authority as a Wizard Sage.
The next moment, a faint ripple burst from his authority.
To Charles, who was watching it all, Pushton seemed to have split off a thread of it and sent it into the Wizard Throne.
Within the Wizard Throne.
It was now time for the sixth-circle wizards to enter. A larger projection of light descended from the sky.
Each one was enough to make the other Wizard Sages feel as though they could barely breathe under the pressure.
Compared to fifth-circle wizards, sixth-circle wizards were even rarer.
Only some of the more outstanding large wizard academies possessed sixth-circle wizards.
Thus, at the level of sixth-circle wizards, practically every other wizard in the wizard plane knew who they were.
Across the entire wizard plane, there were only around forty-odd sixth-circle wizards.
Over countless years, that number had neither increased much nor fallen much.
In theory, sixth-circle wizards had very long lifespans.
Yet at every centennial Wizard Throne conference, there were always a few sixth-circle wizards who failed to attend.
Why could they not attend? The answer was obvious: they had died in the boundless void.
Moreover, those who died were all powerful sixth-circle wizards.
They had often died upon the path of plundering Origin.
After all, there were many powerful sixth-rank beings in this multiverse.
Wizards were not the only powerful ones.
Any sixth-rank being capable of accumulating Origin power was a powerful existence.
Those powerful sixth-circle wizards who died had all died fighting to seize Origin.
Instead, some sixth-circle wizards who considered themselves not particularly capable ended up surviving longer.
Because so long as they did not touch Origin and did not seek to become seventh-circle Wizard Kings,
few would be their match.
One sixth-circle wizard after