1804: Chapter 1800 Reincarnation 1804: Chapter 1800 Reincarnation Once a certain target is determined, ti often passes quickly.
After all preparations were made and the handover was confird, the new journey naturally began.
This ti, however, it was not the sa as the previous “boarding.”
After Lu Ping’an reached a certain level of growth, the ordinary Divine Boat could no longer bear his “weight.”
The fundantal difference between a Broken Quasi-God and a regular Quasi-God is that, in a certain sense, they already beco a world unto themselves, just like a deity.
An immature world cannot bear another “True World.”
When Lu Ping’an reached a certain threshold, the journey could only rely on himself.
“Let’s begin our journey…
Though I say this, no matter how many tis, I’m not accustod to setting off this way.”
Treading in the void, Lu Ping’an felt a bit uneasy.
With a large disposable “iron barrel” behind him, Lu Ping’an was thrown into space this way.
He closed his eyes for dozens of seconds and, upon reopening them, he had largely recovered.
Temperatures and vacuum that could kill most mortals were only mildly discomforting to Lu Ping’an, requiring so ti to adjust.
Gazing at the brilliant stars and the nearby Gods Country, he felt himself becoming more non-human.
Temperatures from direct sun exposure and cosmic rays, which would normally kill life, didn’t even register to Lu Ping’an; only the prying stares from neighboring starry skies made him uncomfortable.
“Tsk.”
He extended a middle finger, then vanished into the void.
Simultaneously, middle fingers were raised in nurous places, even marked on planets…
In the high-level worlds, Lu Ping’an had many enemies and friends.
“Let’s begin.”
Returning to the courtyard, or rather a complete Divine Kingdom world, those well-prepared began the final preparations before the plane migration.
Today, the courtyard was already a real world in itself.
It could even manifest in the real universe…
Of course, if Lu Ping’an truly did that, it would an directly rging two worlds, resulting in his courtyard, this “Exotic Realm,” launching an alien invasion against Earth’s native inhabitants.
Opening the door is easy, but separating milk and sugar once mixed into milk tea is difficult; the courtyard could end up embedded in this world, or, in other words, linked with this world.
This is why Lu Ping’an must depart from the native world to begin his plane journey.
“Buzz!”
The entire courtyard world began to tremble slightly as it adjusted its frequency, a sign of preparing to journey to the next real universe.
Then, the trembling halted—not because the courtyard stopped “advancing,” but because all passengers were brought onto the “path” and could no longer perceive the vibration frequency beyond their limits.
Just returning to the courtyard, Lu Ping’an felt a bout of weakness…
Even he felt weakened at the mont the Divine Boat was activated.
A trendous amount of “energy” was consud, with the space engine for tearing through the multi-universe activated; the highest energy consumption generally occurs at the start.
Once truly on the way, relying on “inertia,” the consumption was not significant.
Most cross-dinsional journeys are most taxing at the beginning “acceleration” and the end “deceleration,” involving a “change” in the essence of matter; altering one’s existence is most energy-consuming.
If Lu Ping’an’s tar hadn’t also reached the eighth-tier level, he might not have been able to handle this level of cross-dinsional movent.
Recently, he was accelerating to complete the ninth-order tar…
Though its pathways are often unnecessary, there are tis when it’s absolutely indispensable.
“Buzz!”
At this mont, the Holy Fire Church was also ignited.
In the courtyard, the “Saintess,” avatar of the Little Fla, prayed fervently, surrounded by endless flas, while divine burning tones subtly resonated in the sky.
Sitting upon its Divine’s Throne, the Demigod symbolizing light and heat, and even infinite energy, activated the second internal engine, easing Lu Ping’an’s burden.
Now, these rule buildings were themselves embodints of the World’s Reason.
To use an imperfect analogy, if Lu Ping’an were to die, these rule buildings could beco “Divine Foundation” for others to absorb.
And these functional World’s Reason manifestations, with a Demigod stationed, could wield nurous uses, with the ability to enhance their bodily functions being just the basics among basics.
Other Broken Quasi-Gods or True Gods at this level are often reluctant to appoint a demigod, as it also ans dividing authority and power, potentially leading to significant losses if entrusted to a non-human.
For Lu Ping’an, it was straightforward; his magic pets and creations were not only trustworthy but also his newborns, innately compatible with his abilities.
Subsequently, the rule buildings were illuminated; as “Lord Sub-Gods” appointed by Lu Ping’an, they could help share the burden, even if they lacked functional efficacy.
Acceleration lasted a full seventeen hours, leaving Lu Ping’an appearing increasingly feeble…
As his true form, the courtyard, and his avatar’s physical body showed clear signs of exhaustion, indicating he was approaching his limits.
“Much easier than expected…”
This ti, becoming a Quasi-God ant a significant increase in strength for Lu Ping’an.
The last acceleration lasted over two hundred hours, and Lu Ping’an could hardly calculate how many tis he had improved, only that his “true form’s” capacity and limits had multiplied several tis.
Putting down the ga console, Lu Ping’an finally felt so relief and could start to move around.
If possible, he even wished for a long rest…
But in his experience, reaching the limits of the physical body and spirit was the best ti for cultivation and breakthrough.
Lu Ping’an headed for the “gymnasium,” or rather the “arena,” where the Demigod stood on a high platform, watching the Big Cat below engage in combat duels.
Just arriving at the stands, hearing the thunderous cheers, and watching the arena master in feline form, raise its right arm like Caesar to grant blessings and honor to the victor…
Lu Ping’an felt a sense of déjà vu; the scene was all too familiar.
But this ti, the red and white thorn decorations adorned the gymnasium rather than the bizarre purple tentacles creeping along the walls.
The audience were warriors and logistics from battle groups and rchant groups, not bound evil ghosts serving as accomplices.
“Co, help practice a bit.”
Lu Ping’an directly jumped into the arena, challenging the owner.
“Death match, huh.”
The malicious Big Cat grinned with joy, relishing the opportunity to unleash its discontent.
“Death match.”
To Lu Ping’an, it was the best mode for gaining improvent; dying a few tis, even the most foolish would make so progress.
Between life and death, profound insights are often gained.
“Boom!”
Steel fist clashed with tiger claws, and in the next mont, fresh and armor flew together.
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