Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast Chapter 1137 - 1137 458 Ancestral Tomb Emits Blue Smoke

Chapter 1137: Chapter 458: Ancestral Tomb Emits Blue Smoke, Titan Emperor Dragon Awakens (9.5K) Chapter 1137: Chapter 458: Ancestral Tomb Emits Blue Smoke, Titan Emperor Dragon Awakens (9.5K) “`

In the Plane World, lines of black dragon tornadoes pierced through the heavens and the earth like roaring Giant Beasts, while Blue Thunder snaked for tens of kiloters, the booming explosions vibrating Heaven and Earth.

Here, the power of nature was displayed to the fullest, shaking the Earth and causing all beings to tremble.

Sitting cross-legged at the top of the Black Divine Mountain, the raging wind made Jack Clark’s sleeves whip and crack loudly, his hair flying wildly. In his hands floated a palm-sized Golden War Order.

After the Violent Dragon War God was besieged and fell to Alec’s present and future bodies, he left behind this Inherited War Order bestowed by the ancients of the Human Race.

However, this Inherited War Order required the War Pattern Power at the ‘rule’ level, or a true Human Race cultivator to activate, so it was useless in Alec’s hands.

While it is called an Inherited War Order, what it actually contains are seven powers of rules, which can be used to Seal seven tis, sealing all the target’s laws and talents.

But over the course of more than a thousand years, Jerold had used it six tis, leaving only one rule power remaining.

And this Seal was targeted; besides sealing the opponent’s mastery of rules and talents, it had no other effects, such as on bloodline or physical strength.

This was also the cause of Jerold’s fall.

But for Jack Clark, this was enough. As soon as the Ti Silver Butterfly appeared next ti, he would Seal it and drag it out of ti to shatter it.

A slight smile appeared on Jack Clark’s lips as he put away the Inherited War Order. At his brow, a red eye connecting to Hell surfaced, emitting terrifying blood light.

One by one, a total of seventeen white radiances appeared in front of Jack Clark, emanating a mystical aura of the beginning of all things, the Origin of everything.

Boom!

Jack Clark pressed down with one palm, and the space in front of him shattered, directly infusing the seventeen World Origins into the core of the Plane World, where a yellowish halo lingered.

In the halo suffused with Mysterious Yellow intention, a dark red substance akin to a Star Core slowly rotated, its invisible gravitational pull affecting the entire Plane World.

And the mont the seventeen World Origins rged with the Star Core, the entire Plane World trembled, the Black Wind roaring between heaven and earth, and Thunder booming.

Even the Golden Sun hanging above the Firmant shone brighter, the crystal barrier vibrated, and the speed at which it converted energies from the Chaos Void surged by several hundred tis.

In Jack Clark’s consciousness, the entire Plane World expanded, on the edges of the Earth, countless dirt and rocks were born from nothing, the world’s spatial bearing capacity grew stronger, and the crystal barrier beca more robust.

The Supre Law of Strength, nurtured in the center of the world, also exploded mightily, transforming into a vast and Supre strength that enveloped Jack Clark, Tempering his True Body.

Under the Supre Law’s tempering, the invisible Aura emanating from Jack Clark beca more formidable, pressing down on the surrounding space to continuously vibrate and Distort, forming waves that surged in all directions.

Simultaneously, countless insights about the Law of Strength flooded into Jack Clark’s mind, prompting him to move with a thought, and a voice echoed in his mind.

“Burn 150,000 Points Attribute, enter the epiphany state.”

Boom!

The profound strength in Jack Clark’s body Burst forth, enveloping him in an extrely dense Epiphanic Intent Realm, with millions of thoughts flashing through in almost an instant.

At the sa ti, darkness spread from the center of Jack Clark, transforming into the Void that covered several kiloters, with two world projections, each a kiloter in diater, erging on either side, with flas burning and Death swirling around…

anwhile, as Jack Clark was in Closed-door Cultivation, countless people outside were busy.

In the military base on the Southern Battlefield, the assistant knocked on Brulu Warren’s office door and saluted before speaking respectfully, “General, you have a package from the military’s internal mail for your collection.”

“A package? What is it?” Brulu Warren paused, then showed a puzzled look; he didn’t rember online shopping.

The assistant replied respectfully, “It’s a gift from the Divine Martial Throne to you, as a token of gratitude for your care in the past.”

“Jack Clark.”

Looking at the black delivery box on the table, now open, and the golden transparent jade box inside, sealing four World Origins, Brulu Warren felt both astonished and gratified.

He was astonished that he had received such a precious ‘gift,’ and gratified that Jack Clark had reciprocated those who had once helped him.

This behavior was not about the value of the gift, but rather, it was more important that he did not forget his roots.

In fact, these older cultivators had no personal agenda in nurturing the new generation—they only aid to strengthen the Human Race.

Therefore, in every aspect of the educational system and the trials, as long as a freshman perford well, they would receive incrental resource support and protection from the strong.

However, Jack Clark’s progress was so rapid that before Brulu Warren could react, he already received a feedback several tis over what he had given.

Mist River City.

At three in the afternoon, on the bustling street, people bustled back and forth, the golden sunlight of autumn sprinkled down like fine sand, draping a warm hue over everyone.

Outside a dessert shop that was doing well, Justin Welan, Zac Maben, White Veil, and Marcus Lindsay sat comfortably in the sun, sipping their drinks and chatting idly.

Marcus Lindsay suddenly asked, “Mr. Willard, you’ve already applied to enter the mythical world, right?”

Justin Welan nodded proudly, “Yes, I have applied. However, due to the Civilization War erupting at the frontline, the date of assembly has not been confird yet.”

Imdiately, Zac Maben and the others showed envious expressions.

White Veil enviously said, “Damn, that’s not fair. Even though we all have similar talents, you managed to breakthrough to the Sixth-level Heaven in just one year.”

Marcus Lindsay nodded, “Indeed, I defeated Mr. Willard in the Freshman Ranking Tournant back then, yet now he has surpassed by two Major Realms.”

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