Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast Chapter 1725 - 1725 636 The Emperor Dragon Awakens I Must

Chapter 1725: Chapter 636: The Emperor Dragon Awakens, I Must Leave Now Chapter 1725: Chapter 636: The Emperor Dragon Awakens, I Must Leave Now The mont the departing troop set off, a red lotus the size of a palm slowly erged in the void above the projection of the Golden Divine Tree, tens of thousands of kiloters tall, and then exploded.

An infinite burst of flas erupted in an instant.

These flas, like phantoms, expanded at an indescribable speed, looking from afar like a red lotus unfolding over an area of millions of kiloters.

At this mont, ti in this World seed to have co to a standstill.

An invisible force even seeped through layers of space, infiltrating the Solar System World via the pathway of the Golden Divine Tree’s projection, enveloping the space around Blue Star.

In an instant, everyone’s ‘mories’ of Jack Clark changed.

For those below the Legendary Realm, their mories were directly tampered with, while for those above, the mories were blurred.

In these ‘people’s mories, the two-year tiline was stretched by more than tenfold, Jack Clark still had exceptional talents and great strength, but was no longer as shocking as before.

Forcibly modifying the mories of Mythical Powerhouses was bound to cause bugs, but rely extending the mory tiline seed more reasonable.

Including all traces that Jack Clark once existed in this space, all were burned by tendrils of red flas.

On the side of the mythical world, the ethereal red lotus continued to bloom and spread, becoming fainter as it swept past ten million kiloters before slowly disappearing.

Everything that happened in this World was the sa as in the Solar System.

All Living Beings’ mories of Jack Clark changed, and the traces of his existence were burned to nothingness by the purgatorial flas.

Plus, with Sherry Williams earlier convening all Mythical Powerhouses to erase Jack Clark’s information on the internet, in books, and in so material records.

At this mont, apart from a few limited individuals, no one rembered a ‘youth’ who was a Peak of the Ancient at less than two years, with invincible fighting power and heaven-defying talent.

“His traces of existence have been erased.”

Standing above the sun, the Golden-White cha trembled slightly as it watched the red lotus purgatorial flas disappear, turning its massive body to walk into the depths of the sun, sowhat disoriented.

“Let’s go, Little Gold, it’s ti to ‘return’.”

With a whoosh! The Three-legged Golden Crow spread its double wings, stirring up the sky with flas as it soared, slowly disappearing together with Freya Louise.

Due to the power of the Heavenly Dao, Freya Louise wasn’t much affected, but watching the path once ‘traveled’ by that youth being erased, she inexplicably felt a touch of faint sadness.

Because in those traces of ti spent at South Sky Martial Height, there was her presence.

In the mythical world, deep into layers of space, all that remained was the imnse blackness of the Void, a huge shadow stood, with a faint look of confusion in its eyes.

“My mory seems to have been influenced by so force?”

At this mont, Adam Garcetti’s figure constantly shifted, alternating among three forms: a human, a God Demon with three heads and eight arms, and an upper body of a human with the lower half of a pitch-black snake.

His gaze fluctuated between composed, mad, and indifferent expressions.

Around him, the rules of life and death and the Void tangled and interwoven, forming a region where life and death were illusory and twisted, with bizarre visions flickering from ti to ti.

Only the upper half of a baby with a sinister smile, a white teddy bear with nine feet, and a black python covered in eyes all over and no mouth.

Under the twirl of these eerie twisted phantoms, Adam Garcetti, standing in the Void, gave off a sense of absurd, twisted madness, eeriness, and majesty.

As if he were a Hell Demon God suppressing the infinite Void.

anwhile, in the material space corresponding to this Void, in an ancient Golden Divine temple drifting deep in ti, stood a lavishly tall Golden Divine Throne.

Upon the Golden Divine Throne sat Glenn Clark, whose towering figure was clad in pure gold battle armor; he slowly opened his eyes.

Boom!

An instant terrifying pressure spread out, a magnificent Overbearing strength filling the entire Divine temple, causing it to tremble slightly, elevating Glenn Clark’s majesty to the extre.

Glenn Clark looked up with eyes as pure as if they were forged, a vague shadow of a red lotus appearing within, followed by his deep and resonant voice vibrating through the Void.

“Big brother, have you left?”

With that, Glenn Clark slowly closed his eyes again, the throne ensconced by a pillar of golden light that pierced Heaven and Earth, like an eternal supre being.

…

The Black Warship, which had flown out more than two million kiloters, was also swept over by the instantly spreading red lotus purgatorial flas.

Under that power, everyone’s mories were affected.

Standing atop the towering Heaven Observation Tower, Jack Clark and Sherry Williams stood shoulder to shoulder, admiring the lotus spreading across the Firmant from its bloom to disappearance.

“The Blazing Heaven True Emperor has really thought it through.”

The fla lotus Sherry Williams handed to Jack Clark earlier contained not only the experiences and Secret Skills for opening up the Divine Realm but also this Primordial Force.

To be used when Jack Clark was departing, erasing the last hidden danger about his information.

“Master has always been thoughtful,” Sherry said with a faint smile on her face.

“However, this move can only delay for a while. Once you enter Chaos Outside Heaven, with your talents, Brother Clark, you’ll still be exposed to the eyes of other peak races.”

Jack Clark also smiled, “No worries, as long as it can be delayed for half a year to a year, by then even if the Primordial tries to assassinate , I’m confident I can retreat unscathed.”

As he finished speaking, Jack Clark paused slightly.

Noticing the change in Jack Clark’s expression, Sherry beca curious, “Brother Clark, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Jack Clark ca back to his senses, shaking his head.

However, at this mont, in his other perspective, the entire world was cheering.

Chaotic Turbulent Region.

The Seven-colored Dawn Vortex that had shrouded the Firmant for over two months was dissipating, turning into a sky full of seven-colored light rain and streams of seven-colored ribbons falling down.