Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast - Chapter 1129

Chapter 1129: Chapter 456 Destruction of the Abyss, The Invincible Jack Clark_2 Chapter 1129: Chapter 456 Destruction of the Abyss, The Invincible Jack Clark_2 The adjutant said respectfully, “They would like to follow you into the mythical world and make a tracking recording of the campaign to subdue the Violent Dragon civilization.”

“There will also be a special interview with you to learn about your cultivation journey, which will be compiled into a collection and broadcast throughout the Federation.”

“Ahem! Isn’t that a bit of an exaggeration?” Jack Clark coughed dryly.

At just seventeen, having a personal album interview and being a Federation-wide promotion was even for him a bit embarrassing.

Mathilda Ward smiled across from him, “Not at all exaggerated. With your proof of myth within a year and the records of directly and indirectly slaying more than ten demon kings, your achievements are enough to shock the whole world.”

“It’s just that, Jack Clark, you have progressed too quickly, spending most of your time in cultivation, so some of your perceptions have yet to shift.”

“Under normal conditions, every time someone in the Federation makes a breakthrough to king-level, there’s an entire Federation-wide promotion and a Throne’s Banquet and Councilor Authorization Ceremony held.”

“However, this time with the Blue Star Anomaly and the re-emergence of the Civilization War on the Frontline Battlefield, the Federation has postponed your Throne’s Banquet.”

“The meaning of this propaganda move from the Propaganda Department is probably to use you as a role model for an all-out promotion.”

“By then, the martial spirit of the entire Federation will undoubtedly become even stronger. With the increased concentration of Heavenly Energy from this Impact, it’s estimated to enhance two to threefold.”

“In such conditions, the cultivation environment will be better, more people with cultivation talents will emerge, cultivation speeds will increase, and resource development will be ramped up once the Outer Development Department stabilizes the rear.”

“With all aspects improving, in the next few years, the Federation will experience a surge of cultivators, with the growth rate of cultivators expected to double.”

Watching Mathilda’s growing excitement, Jack Clark simply shook his head slightly.

The situation was indeed improving for the Human Race in every aspect, but the problem was that humans needed sufficient time to grow, and The Purgatory Family wouldn’t grant humanity that much time.

Added to that was the prelude to the Mythical Impact that had already begun… Jack Clark suddenly felt a pressing urgency.

He needed to grow stronger, faster, strong enough to cope with the Second Mythical Impact, to face the full-frontal assault of The Purgatory Family.

Thinking this, Jack Clark flatly refused, “Tell those journalists from the Propaganda Department that the situation across the rift has changed, and it’s not suitable for tracking recordings.”

“…Yes, Your Majesty.” The adjutant was taken aback, not expecting Jack Clark to forgo such an opportunity for historic propaganda.

After the adjutant left, Mathilda Ward glanced at Kavadola patrolling the area of the Violent Dragon Alien Tribe and voiced her confusion, “Jack Clark, is there something wrong with Kavadola?”

Jack Clark shook his head, “Kavadola is fine, it should be that something has changed over there; I vaguely sensed a hint of danger earlier.”

Mathilda’s expression turned serious, realizing that even Jack Clark sensed danger, “Should we invite Heavenly King Ares for a visit?”

Jack Clark shook his head, “No need. We require someone to hold the fort here. Besides, I am confident I can handle whatever problems may arise.”

“…Alright then.”

Soon after breakfast, Jack Clark and Mathilda, along with Kavadola, met in front of the rift. With a slight nod from Jack Clark, he entered first.

Boom!

The moment Jack Clark entered, the Rift Channel that should have been stable enough for Mythical-level entities to pass through started to shake violently, distorting as if he had entered the belly of a colossal beast.

This scene caused many onlookers to gasp.

Because this indicated that Jack Clark, only in the early stages of Myth, had already exceeded the boundaries of the Legendary Realm, causing the rift to shake uncontrollably, unable to bear his presence -It was terrifying.

At the edge of the Oasis Forest where the Karola Tribe resided, thousands of torches burned, lighting up the night.

At that time, over ten thousand members of the Violent Dragon People were converging, lining up under the demand of the soldiers, casting anxious glances at the trembling Rift Channel.

Under the gaze of these different races, a black-haired young man of less than 2 meters tall slowly emerged from the depths of the pathway, exuding a somber and heavy aura.

Beholding Jack Clark descending from another dimension, the elite soldiers maintaining order promptly dismounted their Giant Beasts, kneeling on one knee and speaking respectfully, “Greetings to the Upper God.”

Upper God! The ordinary members of the Violent Dragon People were startled and quickly knelt down in fear, “Greetings to the great Upper God.”

Behind them, the rift shook again, and the hundred-meter tall Kavadola and Mathilda came out to stand behind Jack Clark.

“Kavadola, have them all rise and then immediately pass through the rift to the other side,” Jack Clark said before looking towards the sky and adding slowly, “Something has happened there.”

In Jack Clark’s eyes, a pair of Black Gold vertical pupils appeared, his terrifying gaze piercing hundreds of kilometers, witnessing the rolling demon gas and the massive figure that appeared indistinct in the distance.

Following Jack Clark’s gaze, although Kavadola couldn’t see the scene more than 700 kilometers away, he similarly felt an ominous premonition.

“That’s where Jerold’s War God Tribe is located, the largest Oasis in this barren world… Could it be…” As the thought crossed his mind, Kavadola bellowed out an order.

“Tarkud, immediately have everyone pass through the channel, gather on the other side, and wait for instructions.”

“Yes.”

At once, the Violent Dragon Alien Tribe became restless, and then under the urgent prodding of the soldiers, they moved en masse through the channel.

Meanwhile, in Jack Clark’s hands, the dazzling golden light blazed fiercely, compressed into a half-meter sized sphere shining like it was made of pure gold, radiating a blinding radiance.

With a temperature of a million degrees Celsius, equivalent to a full-force strike from a Mythical Powerhouse wielding the energy of higher-order Fire Law, the terrifyingly intense heat being radiated was causing the space around Jack Clark to shatter.