700 years later! The Wizarding World.
In the Dark Space at the edge of the Wizarding World, a continent floated in space.
The continent was comparable in area to a Low-Grade World. Multicolored light shimmered across it, countless halos appeared, and the entire landmass seemed bathed in radiance. It was breathtakingly beautiful.
The source of all this light was the countless rare resources piled across the continent.
Glittering gemstones, implements imbued with the power of Rules, and objects prized even in ordinary High-Grade Worlds could be found almost everywhere across the continent.
To ensure the world reached the greatest heights possible during its advancement, the Wizards had plundered the treasures of several World Clusters. Only then had they gathered all these riches.
During the process of the world's advancement, these treasures would be offered as sacrifices to the World Origin.
Around the continent's perimeter, countless Top-Tier Wizards hovered in the air.
Whether they were Wizards from the Ancient Era or newly risen Top-Tier Wizards of the Wizarding World, all had their eyes fixed on the altar at the very center of the continent, their gazes brimming with anticipation.
World advancement benefited every living being. Raising the world's upper limit would cause it to lift some of its restrictions.
Most importantly, worlds often revealed their Essence as they advanced. For a Top-Tier Wizard, gathering information related to their own path from this revelation could save them dozens of Eras of experimentation.
Of course, only Seventh- and Eighth-Level Wizards could withstand directly observing the World Origin. The instant a Sixth-Level Wizard saw its radiance, they would be contaminated by its terrifying Essence and assimilated into the world.
At the altar in the very center of the continent, Green stood at its heart. His chest rose and fell slowly, like the rhythm