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Bursts of excited voices echoed beneath the skies of Sanctuary.
On the massive arena platform, figures clashed in fierce combat. Terrifying Cosmo energy surged in all directions, shaking the void with a pressure that made hearts tremble.
The power of Peak-Level Seventh Sense was erupting again and again.
The strength of Saint Warriors from the Mythical Era was sothing completely beyond the imagination of later generations. This grand tournant in Sanctuary lasted for more than half a month before finally coming to a close.
And during this tournant, not only was a new Gold Saint Warrior born, but the number of Gold Saints reached eleven out of twelve. Only Virgo's Golden Cloth remained without a successor.
Additionally, twenty-three Special Saints were born, each with a unique Sacred Cloth.
Sanctuary's overall strength had seen a trendous leap. It was even on the verge of catching up with the Sea Warriors of Poseidon's realm.
From this point on, joy and excitent were written across every Saint's face within the Sanctuary.
Especially after a recent battle against the Sea Warriors, where the Saints not only turned the tide of what had been a losing battle, but even gained the upper hand.
Poseidon's assault was successfully repelled. In fact, the Saint Warriors had taken the initiative in many areas.
This made everyone in Sanctuary feel even more jubilant and hopeful.
Of course, to Jiang Chen, all of this had very little direct impact.
He had already foreseen the gradual rise of Sanctuary within the scope of his expectations.
With the Golden Sacred Cloths appearing one by one, and the eighty-eight Sacred Cloths following their original tiline trajectory, Sanctuary's power was bound to rise along that path.
Not to ntion, he had spread knowledge of the Eighth Sense.
The Eighth Sense wasn't just rare in this era, even in the future, only a very few individuals were ever able to master it. And in this era, it had previously been a completely nonexistent path.
At least for mortals, the Eighth Sense was utterly unreachable.
But now, through Jiang Chen's guidance and manifestation, as long as soone could step onto this path, their strength would rise exponentially.
Add everything together, Sacred Cloths, Eighth Sense, and battle-hardened Saints,
and it was easy to imagine how rapidly Sanctuary's power was growing.
But compared to all that, just as Jiang Chen had said before, what mattered most to him now was the improvent of his own strength.
Because that was the only thing he could truly rely on.
At the heart of Sanctuary, inside a secluded chamber, Jiang Chen sat with eyes closed.
His consciousness was now completely imrsed in the void.
One by one, stars appeared, not just within his mind, but in a higher-dinsional space.
Stars streaked past. Galaxies spun.
Among swirling nebulas, constellations began to form.
Aries, Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Virgo, Libra, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aquarius, Pisces…
The Twelve Constellations surrounded a single point at the center, the Ophiuchus Constellation (Snake-Bearer), which radiated a dazzling light, illuminating the entire void.
Twenty years had passed, and now, the Twelve Constellations, or rather, Thirteen Constellations, were finally complete.
They had ford a fully unified system.
The twelve constellations orbited around Ophiuchus like planets around a star,
emitting radiant glows, while streams of power interwove among them.
In this state, Jiang Chen had already truly reached the Peak of the Seventh Sense.
If he wished, Jiang Chen could break through to the Eighth Sense at this very mont,
as long as he comprehended the nature of life and death.
With the power of the Thirteen Constellations, reaching the upper echelon of Eighth Sense would not be a difficult task for him.
However, it was clear that Jiang Chen hesitated. Because, for him, it seed there might be an entirely new path, and that path was to continue perfecting the Galaxy.
He didn't need too much, as long as he could fully complete the structure of Athena's 88 Galaxies, his strength would rise to unprecedented heights.
In fact, that improvent might even surpass the boost from awakening the Eighth Sense.
Moreover, achieving the Eighth Sense through this thod would be nothing less than a complete transformation for him.
His thoughts turned. Ideas flowed and overlapped in his mind.
And within the room, Jiang Chen quickly made up his mind. The source of thɪs content is ɴovᴇl(F)ɪre.ɴet
--He would continue perfecting the Galaxy.
For him, ti was still on his side. There were still over seventy years left before this Login session would end. And this Login alone had already lasted over a hundred years. Next ti, the Login period might be even longer.
With such an abundance of ti, he could absolutely afford to perfect the Galaxy slowly and thodically.
Once his mind was made up, he moved to action.
Compared to the full structure of the known universe, perfecting Athena's 88 Galaxies wasn't an overwhelming challenge. After all, Jiang Chen had already manifested the entire 88-Galaxy frawork. What remained now was just filling in the details.
And instead of filling them in aimlessly, he had a much better approach in mind.
A mont later, Jiang Chen stepped out and walked toward a certain area of the Sanctuary.
Soon, he arrived at a place very familiar to him.
This location was still engulfed in terrifying flas all year round. A massive furnace stood tall at the very center, radiating waves of trendous power in all directions.
As soon as Jiang Chen appeared, he quickly attracted the attention of many people.
"Asclepius!"
"Asclepius!"
"Hey, kid!"
"Haha! What's this, coming to have a drink? I've got so top-grade vodka right here!"
"Tch, your cheap booze? Seriously? Asclepius deserves better, I've got fruit wine fit for the gods!"
"Yeah, right! Yours has been watered down a dozen tis, and you have the nerve to brag?"
"You're the one watering it down! Your whole family waters it down!"
"Uncle Aska!"
"Big bro Majel!"
As Jiang Chen walked in, the blacksmiths from the Mu Continent called out to him with smiles.
And Jiang Chen smiled back, returning their greetings one by one.
After twenty years, Jiang Chen had beco quite familiar with these people, and they had also beco familiar with him.
Even though these craftsn did not need to fight in the Holy War, over the last two decades, many of their kin from Mu Continent had been injured and brought here, and it was Jiang Chen who healed and restored them.
Not to ntion, his efforts to spread the Eighth Sense, and his unique insights into Sacred Cloth, had been imnsely valuable to the Mu Continent's people.
Through all of these interactions, a strong familiarity had naturally ford.
(To Be Continued…)
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