Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast - Chapter 1142

Chapter 1142: Chapter 458 Ancestral Grave Emits Blue Smoke, The Titan Emperor Dragon Awakens (9.5K)_6 Chapter 1142: Chapter 458 Ancestral Grave Emits Blue Smoke, The Titan Emperor Dragon Awakens (9.5K)_6 In five days, his cultivation soared close to the mid-period of Myth, an advancement speed so astonishing it could shake the entire Federation. This was the true “value” of a genius without equal throughout history.

Of course, Jack Clark was very clear about the reason for his rapid cultivation.

Moreover, this extreme closed-door cultivation was somewhat wasteful; burning fifteen thousand Attribute points a day for cultivation would have been enough for him to break through to the mid-period of Myth.

As the extreme closed-door cultivation progressed, Jack Clark’s improvements became slower and slower, as his consciousness was no longer able to process, absorb, and convert those realizations in real-time.

In every moment of soul interaction with Heaven and Earth, Jack Clark would comprehend countless mysterious information about the six Laws such as strength, Death, the Void, and the soul.

Then, this mysterious information piled up more and more, like a CPU over-clocked and struggling to keep up, causing a freeze.

And because he was constantly interacting with the Heavenly Earth Laws, Jack Clark’s Divine Soul also consumed a terrifyingly huge amount, which could be seen from the notes behind the Spiritual Attribute on the attribute page.

Normally, king-level cultivators cultivate by interacting their Divine Souls with Heaven and Earth, comprehending the Laws, confirming themselves, then withdrawing their Divine Souls to absorb Heavenly Energy and convert it into the Laws’ Origin and Law Divine Power.

They would then continue interacting their Divine Souls with Heaven and Earth, comprehending and confirming, similar to the cyclical flow of True Strength.

Every time a Mythical King’s Divine Soul delved deeply into the world, touching the world’s Laws and interacting with Heaven and Earth, it would consume a massive amount of Divine Soul strength.

Only someone like Jack Clark, who maintains a continuous connection and simultaneously comprehends five Higher-order Laws and one Supreme Law, could withstand such crazy actions. His consumption every moment was more than twenty times that of other Mythical Kings.

Taking his gaze off the attribute page, Jack Clark revealed a smile on his face, “After another two or three days of closed-door cultivation, all the Laws should reach minor completion, breaking through to the mid-period of Myth.”

Jack Clark was quite satisfied with his cultivation progress.

As long as he had enough Attribute points to burn, his progress in the Mythical Realm could rival the speed of advancement through the Eight Layer Heaven and Nine Layers Heaven. It would take him only a month or two to break through to Heavenly King.

By then, he would once again shake the entire Federation and stun everyone.

Imagining the awe-inspiring scene of breaking through to Heavenly King, Jack Clark vanished from the Plane World.

“Greetings to Your Majesty,” respectfully saluting the suddenly appearing Jack Clark, the two soldier cultivators stationed at the temporary Command Center stood with solemn expressions.

Jack Clark nodded slightly to them, “No need for formalities.”

At that moment, a flash of silver, and Mathilda Ward appeared not far away, looking at Jack Clark with his black hair cascading down his shoulders and a smile on her face, “Jack Clark, your closed-door cultivation has ended.”

“Yes, it has, Sister Ilisa. Nothing major happened these past days, right?” Jack Clark replied, smiling at the breathtakingly beautiful Mathilda Ward.

After a path of slaughter and battle to this point, it was only in front of acquaintances that Jack Clark would relax a bit.

“Nothing significant in the past few days; everything is under control, including the original territory of the Violent Dragon Alien Tribe on the other side of the cracks,” Mathilda Ward reported.

As she approached Jack Clark and noticed the increasingly heavy aura of the young man, awe appeared in her eyes, “Jack Clark, you’ve made significant progress in your cultivation this time, haven’t you?”

Jack Clark didn’t hide it, “Pretty good. The closed-door cultivation was fruitful, and I should be able to break through to the mid-Mythical Stage in about a week.”

Hiss! Even Mathilda Ward involuntarily took a sharp breath. This guy was still so frightening after breaking through the Mythical Realm; he was simply monstrous.

“Worthy of you. To think, it took my father more than two years to go from the early Myth to the mid-period.”

“Not bad,” Jack Clark responded, smiling. Then he continued, “Since there’s nothing going on here, I’ll head back to Mist River City. I promised my mother I’d accompany her to the countryside to tend to the graves today.”

“Tending to graves,” Ilisa blinked.

After greeting Valentine Leach and Kavadola, Jack Clark transformed into a bolt of golden light shooting up into the sky, crossing over half of Eastern Summer at more than twenty times the speed of sound.

In just a few minutes, Jack Clark crossed over a thousand kilometers and appeared above Mist River City.

It was Sunday, nine in the morning. Doris Clark and Glenn Clark were already standing at the courtyard gate, carrying candles, a box of paper money, candies, fruits, white wine, and other offerings, along with firecrackers.

A black SUV was already parked there.

Once they put everything into the trunk, Glenn Clark spoke eagerly, “Mom, let me drive later, and you and brother can sit in the back.”

“You haven’t even gone to driving school, how can you drive? Not to mention whether you can drive safely, what if we get pulled over by the police?” Doris Clark replied incredulously.

Glenn Clark chuckled, “Mom, although I don’t have a driver’s license, I’ve already learned how to drive using Ilisa’s dad’s car. I assure you there won’t be a problem.”

“As for the traffic police, we don’t have to worry, since my brother is…”

Smack!

Doris Clark lifted herself onto her tiptoes and smacked Glenn Clark on the shoulder with a stern look, “Even if your brother is a king, you still have to obey the law, understand?”

Instantly, Glenn Clark shrank his neck and nodded hastily, “Mom, I know, I was just joking.”

Seeing him admit his mistake, Doris Clark’s tone softened a bit, “You’d better have been joking.”