In the Holy Castle, Li Ming gazed at the deepening darkness surrounding him, unlike when observing Clyde before, when he could discern the opponent was in the interstellar region.
This place seed strange, and the Holy Castle took quite a long ti to complete the scene construction; even so, the scene ahead appeared quite blurry.
Like it was covered with a layer of mosaic.
The Observer seed to be receiving information, the light in its chanical pupils flickering uncertainly, then abruptly pausing, exclaiming, "This seems to be the internal space of the Eternal Holy Seat."
"Eternal Holy Seat?" Li Ming frowned slightly but quickly guessed, "Also a Titan Holy Artifact?"
"Correct." The Observer’s tallic eyebrows clustered together, seeming very perplexed: "Why is the trial conducted within it?"
"If it’s a Holy Artifact, it should be happening within the Holy Castle."
Li Ming’s focus wasn’t there; he couldn’t help but ask, "What is the function of the Eternal Holy Seat?"
"Eternal Holy Seat..." The Observer hesitated before answering: "It’s the Holy Artifact of the great Dominator—Hodmar, which is not specialized in combat but possesses nurous unimaginable powers. What I know includes Eternal Space, super-visual range transmission, sitting on it can even accelerate the evolution of Dominators."
"Of course, the most important is the word ’Eternal’; the Eternal Titan is almost the longest-lived among the Titan group."
"Even during the war period, he was one of the last to fall."
Eternal... an auxiliary treasure, Li Ming wasn’t disappointed; instead, his heart burned even hotter, able to promote the evolution even of Dominators, let alone him.
"Can you anchor the coordinates of this Eternal Holy Seat?" Li Ming further asked, generating a subtle thought in his mind.
"No." The Observer shook its head, "The Eternal Holy Seat has only exchanged information with the Holy Castle; I am rely an interdiate Manager, far from being able to anchor."
"However, if you can truly Control the Holy Castle, maybe you can."
To Control the Holy Castle, ans passing the Subordinate Dominator Trial, Li Ming couldn’t help but sigh.
The scene ahead was almost completely constructed now; standing on the stage was a five-ter-tall black giant, not purely black but a sort of grayish-black.
"Dark Prison Giant." The Observer exclaid in surprise, "It’s actually a Titan Branch."
Dark Prison Giant?
Li Ming’s eyes flickered; not everyone with Titan Bloodline can be called a Titan Branch.
With low bloodline density, like most humans, they don’t qualify as Titan Branches.
Of course, this is from the perspective of the Titans.
"That’s..." Li Ming’s gaze fell not far from the trial stage on two silhouettes, one an eight-ter-tall gray-black giant, evidently a magnified version of the one on stage.
What caught his attention was the one-eyed giant standing beside it, remarkably similar to the spirit leader he had seen before.
"One-eyed again..." Li Ming pondered, tying it to the spirit leader’s search for the Holy King Bloodline; he couldn’t believe it was a coincidence.
Nearly certain, the spirit leader most likely ca from this region.
"Should be so Titan Branch seeking refuge." The Observer spoke again.
"Oh?" Li Ming mulled over it, translating lots of information into his mind.
The Eternal Abyss primarily hunts Dominators, but many Abyss Clan would invade everything.
However, those Pure-blooded Titans basically rushed to battlefields, protecting their holand, while so Fire Seeds headed towards the universe’s edge.
He roughly understood that these fellows could be so Titan group seeking refuge, seemingly thriving and even unlocking the Holy Castle, acquiring the Eternal Holy Seat.
"No..." The Observer seed to discover sothing else, frowning deeply, staring at the tallest Sin Prison Giant, face gradually turning cold, "Exile Mark, an unforgivable betrayal."
What on earth?
Li Ming puzzledly looked over; on the giant’s face, he dimly saw a winding, odd symbol covering half its cheek.
"Their ancestors killed Pure-blooded Titans, genetically marked with cris, passed down through generations." The Observer’s tone turned cold, "Ancient Titan Evolution Path, its bloodline density is at least 90%."
"To enhance to this level, they’ve likely used so forbidden thods."
Li Ming couldn’t help but look at the stage, seeing the small black giant swelling like a balloon.
The skin surface flickered with peculiar patterns, rapidly compressing, going back and forth several tis.
Ultimately, the body’s repressed strong aura made Li Ming’s expression quite solemn.
"Not bad..." He observed carefully; it was his first ti witnessing the Evolution Path of Titans, finally able to gauge the differences.
"He’s not recklessly starting; he’s already passed previous trials." The Observer spoke again.
"Hmm?" Li Ming looked up, genuinely surprised, "He’s climbing step by step like ?"
The Observer’s tallic cheeks twitched, nodded, "That’s one way to put it."
Li Ming thought deeply, then turned, "But if that’s the case, it doesn’t match, rely these wouldn’t pass the Low Level trial."
He intended to see what cards the guy was hiding.
anwhile, Morris had almost prepared, breathing out deeply, releasing intense energy particles.
Yet at the mont, he realized sothing was off, scanning the dense mist around, "Why is the condensation ti so slow?"
"And there’s only one cluster." He intensely focused on a mist cluster not far away, unlike before, now only two ters in size.
Constantly swirling, seemingly attempting to coalesce into a body, quite troubleso.
Morris grew increasingly uncertain; it wasn’t his first trial, as he had undertaken the Peak Transcend Level trial hundreds of tis, never encountering this.
"What’s going on?"
In the distance, the Black King sensed sothing amiss too, frowning, "This trial seems different from before."
McGinnis hadn’t watched many King-making Trials, dared not speak rashly.
Until a certain mont, the intensely focused Morris’s eyes constricted, the suppressed aura on him uncontrollably lashing all around, as if he had discovered sothing unbelievable.
In the visible distance, as the gray mist dissipated, a figure appeared, face indistinct, standing under two ters tall, wearing an ordinary combat suit, seemingly unremarkable at a glance.
"A human?" Morris blurted, face changing, unable to understand.
"Why is the trial target a human?" The Black King was equally puzzled.
Face darkening, such unforeseen circumstances inevitably indicated sothing they were unaware of happening.
Though shocked, Morris dared not slacken, remaining fully concentrated but suddenly processing a piece of information in his mind, almost leaving him stuporous.
"... Just defeating this target completes the Peak Transcend Level Trial?" he muttered, "How can it be like this?"
Seemingly giving him ample ti to comprehend the current situation, the trial target didn’t launch an attack imdiately after appearing.
Morris felt countless questions needing answers, but he could only restrain his emotions and face this opponent.
With this sudden new target, his forr experience dealing with Abyss Clan was nullified, he voided a rash attack, opting to wait in place, responding with changes.
Soon, the new challenge target made a move.
Morris remained highly alert, yet the opponent rely reached out a right hand to summon amidst purple light a delicate short-handled hamr.
Morris’s expression changed slightly, "How can he wield a weapon?"
"No, it should just be his ability." He quickly realized, as the King-making Trial absolutely prohibited weaponry.
However, using energy mimicry to form weapons was within the rules.
He had tried before but found mimic weapons too fragile to support intense battles, less effective than his physical body.
Yet, as the hamr erged, McGinnis, silently watching beside the Black King, froze.
Why did it seem like he had seen that hamr sowhere?
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