[Na: Anon Xerxes]
[Title: Humanity’s Young Lord]
[Realm: Cosmos Forger]
[Strength: Loading...]
[Status: Loading...]
Observing the hazy screen, which displayed a plethora of information, Anon pinched his chin and nodded his head.
"Not too bad," he said, glancing at the floating dream spirit at his side, "My strength must be in the process of being configured because you’re unsure of my true strength, right? So, is the status sothing that increases with strength?"
"Replying to the Young Lord," the dream spirit began explaining with a serious expression, "Your first conclusion is fairly accurate, but for the second... only for certain individuals."
The dream spirit explained, "For example, most individuals must have a certain level of rit to the species to raise their status," she smiled and said, "As the Young Lord, son of the Supre Commander, there isn’t any need to prove your allegiance."
"However, to acquire certain Supre Armants, Divine Battle Arts, and entry opportunities to certain locations in the Cosmic Space, even you will need to make substantial rits."
Anon groaned.
He was practically standing in the middle of a crowded road, a dreamy, futuristic road, but a road nonetheless. Streams of otherworldly creatures maneuvered around his figure.
The dream spirit seed to perceive the shift in his mood, causing her to hurriedly say, "The Dream Domain does not usually face any problems in assessing the otherworldly creature’s power, especially since the latest augntation..."
Her voice trailed off in the end.
"Yes, an Overlord’s creation isn’t simple whatsoever." Anon casually comnted, and the divine tattoo on his forehead transford into a vertical third eye.
His words left the dream spirit visibly stunned. Likely, this was a secret of humanity that few individuals were authorized to know.
He was so casual about it.
"Ah, yeh, yes..." the dream spirit blinked a few tis and comnted, "This is rarely the case, unless it involves an abstract soul or higher. The Domain of Dreams cannot completely see through one with an abstract soul..."
It did not ask whether the Young Lord had an abstract soul. More than simply doubting the likelihood of this matter, this was a delicate matter that he may not wish to comnt on.
He looked all around, deciphering the infinite mysteries of the Domain of Dreams. From his perspective, this dinsion was akin to a vast cosmic world.
Countless celestial islands drifted in the void, lighting up the cosmic world, and what he resided on was one of the smaller ones.
Each celestial island he perceived was akin to a planet larger than Eldara.
So were the residences of otherworldly creatures, and others were teeming with multiple creatures, seemingly workers of a company.
"Simply act as if you are dealing with one who has a soul with the complexities of an abstract soul, and power with the mysteries of a Dinsion Lord," Anon mumbled whilst focusing on deciphering this Domain of Dreams.
The dream spirit bit her tender lower lip, sighing with despair at the delicateness of this matter.
Her voice was slightly trembling, "Honorable Young Lord, if the Domain of Dreams does not docunt you as having such strength, then I do not have the authority to record..."
However, before she could finish her words, the golden halo above Anon’s head suddenly began spinning at a rapid pace.
The mysterious Domain of Dreams was forcefully doused in a show of golden and crimson auras, and the surrounding otherworldly creatures appeared to be stuck in ti, their movents frozen.
Several foreign auras swept toward this direction in investigation.
They did not originate from this celestial island, causing Anon’s lips to curl upwards and for him to voice, "There are so gazes that I do not recognize. I believe you could not make it for my otherworldly ascension...?"
"Oh, so it is the Young Lord... Greetings to the Young Lord," an indistinguishable voice sounded.
"Greetings to the Young Lord," several more voices resounded.
Indisputably, these were all voices that bubbled with intensity and were spoken by entities of incomprehensible power.
"Greetings, Honorable Dinsion Lords," Anon smiled and greeted.
Thereafter, these auras retreated from the celestial island, and his own aura dissipated as well, allowing the mysteries of the Domain of Dreams to triumph over his own power.
Whilst the otherworldly creatures within this celestial island remained unaware of what had transpired, the dream spirit was so shocked that her body was trembling.
Needless to say, the Dinsion Lords would’ve likely been caught by surprise as well.
The strength of an otherworldly knight touching upon the complexity of their level was unprecedented.
However, when sothing occurred for the first ti, there would always be a period of disbelief.
Under the gaze of his vertical third eye, dreamy manifestations enveloped his figure, and soon after, he completely disappeared from the celestial island.
Not ntioning those who did not have any status, even those who had the lowest status were bestowed with territories in the celestial island that were comparable in size to the star system’s core, planet Earth.
These were entities with the status and authority of the Fifth Tier.
When the dreamy manifestations disappeared, Anon’s perception swiftly swept the entire celestial island that he found himself on.
This was a world that was many tis greater than planet Eldara and was built with nine rivers as its foundation.
Each river held a unique color, and there was more than one color present that he had never seen before, nor could he properly imagine within his mind.
Seeing him knit his brows tightly, the dream spirit explained, "The powers of the paradisical soul cannot be easily understood by an abstract soul."
"If your soul were on the level of an unfathomable soul, you would likely lose a portion of your senses for a ti."
His vertical eye shifted away from the nine flowing rivers, and he observed this celestial island for a while. He comnted, "Nine Rivers Esoteric World. This is the Nine Rivers Esoteric World."
"Understood," the dream spirit chuckled, and a hazy aura unfurled from her figure. Myriad mystical manifestations quickly spread out, enveloping the world.
At a mont’s notice, the world was quickly completed.
Nine rivers slithering across the cosmic sky majestically lit up the world, and a palace larger than the entirety of Earth was established.
Anon’s figure dramatically expanded, and in a mont’s notice, the palace was only a few hundred tis larger than his body.
Besides convenience, there was no reason to maneuver in such a large form. With his Boundless physique, even if he were to be as small as a spec of dust, he would not feel any discomfort operating the infinite energies contained within him.
His most comfortable form was any form.
Descending onto a throne that, if placed on Earth, would press down on the surface with infinite might, and burst through the atmosphere with infinite height, Anon nestled comfortably into his seat, smilingly.
"Alright, let observe my completed status." In this form, Anon’s voice was akin to a peal of thunder that caused the entire palace to tremble!
Celestial mysteries manifested on his tongue and caused space to be filled with complex inscriptions and runes containing infinite power.
His eyes were akin to two primordial sun stars, and on their surface, a crimson blaze containing ungodly mysteries manifested as rivers of blood and corpses running alongside the palace walls.
The dream spirit trembled.
This was just like being in the presence of a Dinsion Lord.
After a while, Anon acclimatized to this form, grasping infinitesimal control, causing the many displays of power to dissipate as if it was never there.
Simply because he did not reveal it, it did not an he did not possess the power of a Dinsion Lord.
The dream spirit finally reacted.
[Na: Anon Xerxes]
[Title: Humanity’s Young Lord]
[Realm: Cosmos Forger]
[Power: Entry-Level Dinsion Lord]
[Status: Tier One]
[rit Points: Thirty Million]
[Currency: 100 Billion Dark Gold]
"Dark Gold, and this celestial island cos with your status. The rit points you’ve received are due to your otherworldly ascension." The dream spirit voiced.
Knitting his brows, Anon didn’t need the principle of Destiny to reveal any secrets.
He only thought for a mont and smiled, concluding aloud, "There has been no creature in the history of the cosmic space to achieve otherworldly ascension with a cultivation in the second world."
"Did my ascension generate cosmic providence for the Human race?" He asked, but his tone was not one of questioning.
"Indeed," the dream spirit revealed two rows of white teeth. "Your otherworldly ascension was comparable to one-fifth of an otherworldly ascension."
"Oh," Anon’s eyes lit up, "Then thirty million rit points will get so good things, right?"
The dream spirit showed a knowing grin and winked.
Waving her hand, dreamy mysteries manifested before Anon’s eyes, and a large dream window appeared.
Many things flashed across the screen simultaneously.
Dozens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of cosmic treasures every mont.
With a calm expression, Anon’s eyes easily read them all in detail. After a while, he ordered, "Stop, let’s begin with Supre Armants..."
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