Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast - Chapter 1765

Chapter 1765: Chapter 651: Heaven-Piercing Stele, Slaying Enough to Breakthrough the Primordial

Jack Clark had just entered the world passageway when he felt a force from the Rabio World enveloping him, exuding intense malice, repelling and suppressing him.

However, the world suppression that could originally suppress eighty percent of his strength was directly neutralized by the Power of Hell surrounding Jack.

But…

Boom!

Endless blood light surrounded him, and as Jack’s figure descended, a terrifying oppressiveness spread out.

At the same time, as the fourteenth Hell Messenger descended, the extended Power of Hell surged.

From afar, the spread of blood light over a range of over two million kilometers suddenly expanded by hundreds of thousands of kilometers, enveloping many deities.

“No good, another Evil God has descended!”

“The aura of this Evil God is terrifying.”

“Be careful of the spreading blood light, do not let it envelop you, otherwise under the power of the Evil God, we will lose the protection of the world will, and our strength will drop.”

Jack slightly lowered his head, his terrifying gaze traveled tens of thousands of kilometers, landing on a crushed boulder below.

There, a person in silver armor was buried under the rocks, devoid of breath, already dead, but pretending to be dead was naturally not enough to deceive Jack.

The reason Jack noticed this top-tier Caesar warrior was because of its eyes.

Through those wide-open ‘dead’ pupils, Jack noticed that in their eyes, his image was that of a monster tens of thousands of meters tall.

Covered in blood-red Dragon Scales, his joints, double shoulder, and back were full of sharp spikes, his head had nine pairs of sharp dragon horns resembling a crown, appearing extremely ferocious.

And below his feet, endless streams of blood flowed, converging into a sea. In this Sea of Blood, billions of living beings struggled, wailed, issuing desperate and mournful screams, the scene was horrifying.

“So this is how I appear in the eyes of this world’s will.”

Seeing his own image through the eyes of the alien, Jack was not angered but instead felt that this form of his seemed even more domineering, and he was inspired to act.

Crackle Crackle!! Jack’s figure swelled, red Dragon Scales, dragon horns, and sharp spikes grew all over his body, around him the Blood Sea Doomsday unfolded, countless lives wailing…

Instantly on the Plane Battlefield, a ferocious and terrifying Hell-Dragon-Demon God appeared, and even the Hell Messengers like Boroedo felt some apprehension towards this formidable form.

“Darren Callum, brother, I’ve set my sights on this group; you go find other prey.”

Watching the figure whose movements made heaven and earth shake, surrounded by roaring Blood Seas that drowned everything, Boroedo’s Power Explosion repelled the ancient flame deity, then turned and shouted loudly.

In the roar, Boroedo’s mountain-column swept across, the space at the front end of the rule-wrapped column distorted, appearing instantly above the head of an elemental Main God.

Bang! The Main God hadn’t even reacted when it was instantly smashed by the powerful mountain column.

Watching the attentions of the other Hell Messengers, Jack’s voice was cold and deep: “Don’t worry, I’m not interested in your prey.”

He entered the Rabio World just to get an early feel of the differences in this world and to prepare for the upcoming Abyssal Descent.

Killing these common alien deities, plundering the resources of this world, was not as worthwhile as slaying the Abyssal agents.

As for that Primordial existence hidden deep in the world, with Alvaron watching over, once it made a move, it would be instantly intercepted and suppressed.

The Sea of Blood surged, wherever it passed, the Earth was submerged, forming a scarlet pathway tens of thousands of kilometers wide, spreading from the world passageway to a million kilometers beyond.

Wherever it passed, tens of millions of alien corps who couldn’t evade in time were devoured, including two million subordinates of two messengers.

And just as Jack controlled the Sea of Blood, stepping out of the range covered by the Power of Hell, the surrounding world suppression force surged, the Sea of Blood roared.

Boom Boom Boom!! Under the terrifying suppressive force, the Blood Sea Field surrounding Jack continued to collapse, compress, until it only covered over two thousand kilometers.

At the same time, his whole person’s aura weakened, the Realm breath of the early True Spirit stage instantly fell to the Peak of the Ancient.

In the deity system, the power still equal to the peak of a Divine King was powerful, but it was no longer unmanageable for the strong beings of the Rabio World.

Boom!

Jack’s headspace shattered, ripped apart by a sharp Sword Qi creating a crack tens of thousands of kilometers long.

Like the darkness of the Abyss, a figure a hundred thousand meters tall, wearing Golden Battle Armor, stood firm. An extremely sharp will surged to the sky, piercing through the clouds.

Boom!

The figure’s purely golden battle sword shone brilliantly, earth and heaven trembled, space shattered, and thirty-six heaven-piercing and penetrating Sword Lights slowly emerged from space.

At the moment when these massive Sword Lights, as large as planets and forged like pure gold, appeared, a powerful force descended.

Jack’s surrounding hundred-thousand-kilometer range froze in time and space, world cut apart.

At the same time, the aura of the ape surged a hundredfold, its body swelled, resembling a colossal ape with the sky as its crown, exuding a terrifying Aura close to the Pinnacle of True Spirit.

“Evil alien Evil God, today this will be the burial ground for your kind.”

The majestic and deep roar vibrated heaven and earth, the Golden War Sword in the ape’s hand slowly descended, piercing through heaven and earth, exuding a terrifying power capable of slaying gods and demons.

The edge, so sharp that even the Hell Messengers felt their Divine Souls ache.

Meanwhile, the thirty-six Sword Lights also simultaneously sealed space-time, cutting apart the earth and sky, ready to strike down Jack, the Evil God, in one blow.

“It is one of the two Supreme beings of Caesar, the Master of Ten Thousand Swords, the Ancient God.”

That was a powerhouse from the Eternal Great World; even if suppressed by Heaven and Earth to only retain a fraction of their power, they are not something a mere ordinary True Spirit from the Great Thousand Worlds could annihilate.

These messengers had never seen Jack Clark make a move, but they unanimously had immense confidence in him.

“What gave you the courage to ambush me?”

His indifferent, cold voice echoed between heaven and earth. Within the frozen golden space, the fiercely daunting Jack Clark slowly raised his head, his gaze coldly sweeping across the myriad of sword lights.

On his shoulder appeared a black stele enveloped in blood light, his arms embracing the stele as a terrifying power capable of shaking the heavens burst forth from within him.

Boom! Eons trembled, and the earth collapsed.

Thirty-six heaven-piercing and earth-shattering sword lights shattered, including that world-class weapon in the hands of the humanoid ape, and even the powerful real body bolstered by the world’s will was obliterated by a single stele.

Destroying heaven and earth, within the chaotic flow of destructive energy spanning a million kilometers, only the shadow of that black stele stood tall, emitting an aura capable of suppressing all heavens.

Beneath the black stele, a beam of golden light emitted a furious roar.

That was the deity known as the Master of Ten Thousand Swords, the humanoid ape Ancient God, whose true body was getting eroded by blood-red lightning, visibly dissipating.

How powerful!

How terrifying!

Witnessing this scene, all the deities felt their hearts tremble.

Bolstered by the world’s will, the battle strength of the Ancient God dubbed King of Ten Thousand Swords, almost comparable to the peak of Ancient Gods, was instantly demolished by the supreme artifact and its real body suppressed.

Even Boroedo and the other Hell Messengers focused their gaze.

At this moment, from another battlefield direction over two million kilometers away, another toweringly majestic humanoid ape Ancient God roared, “Ten Thousand Swords must not fall, make a move to save it.”

The Elemental Ancient Gods naturally knew this issue.

Initially, their number of God-level combat power was lesser, and in one-on-one battles they were almost all suppressed, their chances of victory would be even lower if the Master of Ten Thousand Swords fell.

However, seeing that terrifying figure standing atop the stele, with the blood sea churning around it, the Elemental Ancient Gods hesitated to desperately intervene for a moment.

That Evil God was too strong, a single strike had obliterated the Master of Ten Thousand Swords, and such terrifying power would result in the same outcome even if they replaced him.

Eventually, under the gaze of those deities, within less than ten minutes, the Master of Ten Thousand Swords, amidst reluctant and agonizing roars, was erased by the blood-red lightning.

Boom, boom, boom!

Just as the Master of Ten Thousand Swords fell, countless black thunderclaps exploded in the skies of the Rabio World, the black light illuminating the heaven and earth, carrying an ominous aura.

This was the first Ancient God-level entity to fall since the battle began.

At the moment Jack Clark slew that Ancient God, the surrounding sea of blood fiercely roared; the blood light surged explosively, spreading over three hundred thousand kilometers, merging with the blood light at the horizon.

Simultaneously, the Despair Battle Armor on Jack Clark turned even more crimson and fierce-looking, the unit of Despair Power on the attribute page skyrocketed directly from 10,890 to 15,750, further enhancing Defense.

Whoosh whoosh! Above Jack Clark’s head, strands of pure white energy spontaneously appeared within the blood light, as if threads of pure light sources were merging into his body.

It was the World Origin, and the quantity reached an astonishing count of thousands.

And a single World Origin could allow a Nine-fold Peak cultivator to break through to Myth, equivalent to a ticket to the realm of myth.

Even Jack Clark was slightly surprised, feeling the massive amount of origin power that had suddenly accumulated within his body, he exclaimed: “The rewards of plane warfare are astonishing.”

Killing a single True Spirit for thousands of Origin rewards, if pushing over a side of Great Thousand World, wouldn’t it accumulate tens or even hundreds of thousands of Origin?

At this moment, transparent text appeared before Jack Clark.

“Detecting a large convergence of World Origin within the body, convert to Origin Points?”

“Origin Points… Convert.” With only slight hesitation, Jack Clark chose to convert.

True Spirit Powerhouses could use vast amounts of Origin to hasten the evolution of rules and the tempering of the true body, equivalent to Heaven and Earth Treasures that could enhance the strength of True Spirits.

And it was the kind without side effects.

But Origin Points were more critical for Jack Clark, those were directly usable as Primordial Air, the power of creation, accumulating enough could leap over the second or third Heavenly Realm once breaking through the Primordial.

As for quickly advancing cultivation realm at True Spirit Realm, it could be supplemented by other creation-level Heaven and Earth Treasures, there was no need to utilize World Origin.

While Jack Clark contemplated, the accumulated World Origin within him scattered like a bursting dam, quickly disappearing.

Simultaneously on the attribute page, the previously 0 Origin Points surged to 12,100 points.

“A single Origin, can it convert to ten Origin Points?” Jack Clark pondered, his attention on the Origin Points.

“Condensing and opening the First Heavenly Realm requires 400,000 Origin.”

“Current Origin Points insufficient, unable to enhance.”

“Current cultivation realm insufficient, unable to transform into Primordial Body…”

As he observed the series of transparent text appearing, Jack Clark’s face revealed a fierce grin, since condensing the Primordial First Heavenly Realm only needed four hundred thousand Origin Points.

Which meant that slaying around forty True Spirits could accumulate enough.

Thinking this, Jack Clark looked towards the horizon, his gaze falling on those dreadfully mighty Elemental Ancient Gods, and the more than a dozen Hell Messengers.

Killing all these Ancient Gods and Hell Messengers, almost would gather the sufficient Origin to condense the first layer of the Primordial Heavenly Realm.

Suddenly, all those True Spirit level beings felt an inexplicable chill in their hearts.

However, after some thought, Jack Clark still suppressed the idea of slaying all these beings, his massive figure turned around and continued walking towards the horizon.

Following coordinates given by Alvaron, he was heading to block the gate, to seal the soon-to-be-arriving Abyssal Channel.

In plane warfare, the enemies of the Hell Messengers were never these world deities, but rather the Abyss Lords who also belong to the supreme plane powers.

And at this moment, in Jack Clark’s eyes, all those beings were simply strings of Origin Points.