So he stepped back, revealing the altar.
The altar, raised from the earth, looked incredibly crude.
Yet it could communicate with the Great World's Great Power, requesting intervention.
This was the hint given by the system.
Clearly it was a glimr of hope when facing an incomparable foe.
But he felt no joy.
Because the cost was too great, it couldn't possibly be made up by developnt ti.
The supre treasure of the Small World, this was nurtured alongside the birth of the Small World, an Innate Object, like a sibling born with the Small World, possibly even nurtured before its birth.
Irreplaceable, no way to nurture it again.
Once lost, it's lost forever.
Yet, what else could be done?
In this world, it always believed its side had an unbeatable advantage, Immortal.
Invasion of other worlds might be lacking, but self-preservation wasn't an issue.
Now, it's all beco a joke.
Being struck would only result in reincarnation, even the Master of the World's clone couldn't withstand a single blow.
How can you fight like this?
Huh?
"Interesting."
The Martial God stopped, he had sensed the change on the small earth platform.
Now he was intrigued.
A skilled person is bold; he actually paused.
On the earth platform, soil swiftly gathered, forming a humanoid shape.
"Haha! Lucky, got hold of this task." He laughed heartily.
His Divine Sense rapidly expanded.
"Huh!" Then, he looked toward the Martial God.
A Small World, unexpectedly had an existence even he couldn't discern Level, attribute, or Realm?
That's the enemy.
"Disappointing! A Sixth Realm, not even the main body."
Martial God also scrutinized, his eyes showing disappointnt.
This enraged the opponent.
An existence of a Small World, whether player, npc, or native?
"How can your limited knowledge understand the dread of the Sixth Realm Powerhouse of the Great World, now you...!" The belittled powerhouse coldly said.
Boom!
The Martial God, impatient to wait for him to finish, punched directly.
Instantly, the surrounding space directly tore apart, exposing Chaos.
Aah!
Along with a seam.
On the earth platform, the powerful being who just appeared, and the Master of the World behind him.
All disappeared.
But they didn't die; not that the Martial God couldn't do it, but fearing excessive force would result in too much loss for this Small World.
Even so, with this punch, the dead ones died, and those not dead were punched out of the Small World.
Black lightning enveloped him.
However, as the aura sealed off, the world instinct couldn't find the Martial God anymore, as if he didn't exist.
Even the imprint left by the overly powerful move slid away.
Martial Arts Unrivaled, self-ford Primordial, nothing adheres, although the Martial God couldn't detect the world instinct's imprint.
Subsequently, unable to find the target, the black lightning vanished.
The space crack that was blasted open rapidly healed.
Of course, this attack did cause a loss of so Energy in the Small World, but it wasn't much.
Almost died.
The clone sent on the task to the Small World almost died?
rely one punch.
Moreover, it seed like a casual punch.
At this mont, the powerhouse was a bit dumbfounded, coming through a narrow escape.
Only then realizing, only realizing.
Damn.
Actually punched out of the Small World.
At this mont in the void.
Surrounded by Qi of Chaos.
Unable to find that Small World, although knowing it's nearby.
Very close, very close.
But it's useless, without coordinates, can't find it.
Unless the powerhouse within the Small World happens to breach the World Embryonic mbrane and stands right before him.
But this possibility.
Forget it, winning the lottery seems more realistic.
Surrounded by faint Qi of Chaos.
Upon reaching the Sixth Realm, if unwilling to fritter away, must confront these.
The Qi of Chaos here is still weak.
Several thods to resist flashed across the mind instantly.
All can resist, but only slow down the speed of assimilation.
Because this is unsolvable.
Chaos dissolves all things, assimilates all things, except for the World Embryonic mbrane, almost nothing isn't transford.
He smiled wryly, looking into the distance, in the endless chaos, fearing ruin.
Unable to find a way out leads to certain death.
That person, so insidious, surely not from the Fifth Realm, surprisingly scheming against himself?
Maybe the Master of the Small World who called upon him also participated.
No, probably not.
System tasks shouldn't have issues.
Huh!
He looked down.
Shockingly, there was a fist mark left on the chest.
On the fist mark, an invisible Power spread out.
He paused, with a forced smile.
Is this the legendary Martial Dao Will?
Indeed, unbeatable in the sa realm.
Unrivaled Martial Artist of the Sixth Realm.
Such a rare legendary thing.
Unexpectedly encountered it.
No injustice in defeat.
A sha, unable to transmit news; otherwise, Immortal Demons would be tempted, could sell for a good price.
Soon, with the fist mark as the center, the body shattered.
Although each body piece twisted, appearing full of Life, wanting to re-congeal.
Yet under that invisible Willpower, couldn't do it.
Thus, the surrounding faint Qi of Chaos rapidly assimilated everything, quickly transforming into Qi of Chaos, leaving nothing behind.
"Mission failed?"
A certain Lord of the Great World, bitterly shook his head.
The clone died, costing dearly.
The hard-won task was actually a trap.
Otherwise, wouldn't fail in such a short ti.
I'm clearly Sixth Realm, still the Lord of a Great World, in the Small World, even as a clone, not unbeatable, but definitely should not fall so quickly.
Sighed.
Heavy losses, yet due to the clone's death, unable to obtain any information.
If there's another chance like this, definitely...!
Reluctant to give up, after all, such tasks, rewarded too well.
Supre treasure of a Small World, Innate Object, how can one not be tempted.
Achieving a Great World, unbelievably difficult, fortuitous encounters and luck are indispensable.
Yet now realizing, even though a Great World is powerful, it's even harder to manage.
Developing on its own too slow.
The ten thousand-year Lifespan of the Sixth Realm seems long but is like a joke.
Even with the Earth Vein Extre Point, as a Lord, only able to barely nurture a Sixth Realm Spiritual Material in ten thousand years, and that's relatively low-end.
For Sixth Realm powerhouses, a piece of Sixth Realm material is far from enough.
So to grow, advance, opportunities must be sought outside the world.
But upon thinking this, he shivered.
Outside it's too dangerous, too dangerous.
The Master of the World changed three tis, he as the Lord was only next as the previous layer died.
Sighed again.
Enjoy the ten thousand-year Lifespan.
Absolutely not going out.
With the system, with tasks, it might be possible to gain more nutrients for advancent.
Faced, grabbed hard won.
But, the outco...!
These are things Small Knife naturally doesn't know.
By now he has received a system notification.
"So fast!" Just a few minutes ago, Small Knife's Yin Spirit player was still in the chaotic battle, relying on subordinates had roughly identified a likely Earth Vein Extre Point location.
Where heavy guards were stationed, and a gigantic, mighty monster capable of causing spatial ripples.
Likely the Earth Vein Extre Point.
Players stepping on Flying Swords, Flying Ships, within minutes had explored very far.
Small Knife was approaching.
Yet received the system prompt that the World Core had been occupied by the Martial God, the original Master of the World had already died, and authority automatically lost.
According to the contract, at this mont the player occupying the World Core, the Martial God automatically obtained the Master of the World authority.
The authority naturally transferred to Small Knife's side.
Though anticipated, it was indeed fast, just a few minutes passed.
Now, having acquired the Master of the World authority, everything in this world unfolded before him.
Within minutes, the Martial God had reached Small Knife.
"I'm hungry." Martial God, though aloof, was not pretentious, in this Small World, constrained by task limits, he couldn't act, otherwise could drain and devour this Small World.
So upon seeing Small Knife, he imdiately said.
This stunned Small Knife.
But before Martial God could say more, he already waved, throwing out a large number of Spirit Stones, forming a small mountain.
The Martial God rejoiced, opened his mouth to inhale.
The Spirit Stone Mountain shattered, transforming into Spiritual Qi, swallowed into his belly.
Inside his belly freely encompassing the universe, like a little world.
Of course, it's not a Small World but self-ford Primordial, unfathomable.
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