While Lor was contemplating the feasibility of fleeing with the Plane Group, the various large civilizations and top-tier large civilizations of Crystal Domain 1134 — Plane Sea 758 were also stirred by waves of upheaval.
To the east of Plane Sea 758, a central plane of a Plane Group surrounded by a Plane Barrier crackling with strands of thunder.
Dark purple rain clouds permanently shrouded the skies, with liquid lightning flowing within, like billions of glowing veins pulsing within a dark organ.
Whenever these light veins intertwined to a critical point, forked lightning pierced the cloud bottoms, yet not reaching the earth.
At three thousand ters above the ground, the thunderfire strikes a suspended spherical lightning network, bursting into waves of interwoven gold and indigo, painting the entire sky into a boiling tallic furnace.
The scorched earth was dotted with vitrified mountains, massive crystals cast from the sandstone by eons of lightning strikes.
Purple palaces rose in various locations on this plane, resembling giants standing in a sea of thunder.
At the very center of this plane, within a vast, flat purple square.
Thousands of figures composed entirely of thunder, with leopard-like heads and wolf-like bodies, about two ters tall at the shoulder, prostrated on the ground, worshipping the colossal being over a hundred ters tall at the front of the square.
"In a century, our Plane Sea will open a Trial Field. Those who bring back Law Value Exchange Tokens for will be richly rewarded!" the colossal being bood in a voice like thunder.
"As you command, great king."
"As you command, great king."
The Thunder Leopards in the square pressed their heads even lower, all responding with deep respect.
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In the northwest of Plane Sea 758, not far from the Wizard Plane Group, a central plane of a Plane Group.
The sky split in two, with a golden sun on the left and a boiling cobalt blue sun on the right.
Their coronas intertwined into chains of gold and blue, evaporating the air into fine crystalline cracks at the points where they hung down.
Streams of blue-gold flas dangled from the sky, roasting the entire plane devoid of a single tree leaf or grass blade, nor a hint of lakes or seas.
Only beings resembling apes, their fur striped with gold and blue, ranging from three to ten ters in height, stood atop the peaks, gazing at the sky, absorbing the blue-gold flas cascading from above.
In the center of the plane, atop its highest peak.
"Grandfather," said a ten-ter-tall ape of stern deanor to an older, gentle-faced three-ter-tall ape, bowing deeply: "I wish to contest in the Trial Field. This may be our civilization’s only chance to obtain a Law Treasure."
"Our Plane Sea 758 currently has seven top-tier large civilizations. They are bound to send their clan’s prodigies to seize the Law Value Tokens within the Trial Field at all costs."
The elderly ape’s brows furrowed: "Within the clan, you are undoubtedly the first prodigy, with a substantial likelihood of future Tier Seven breakthrough."
"But compared to them, you hold no advantage in Secret Techniques, the comprehension of Law Prototypes, or their application."
"Once you leave, there’s a significant risk you might never return. Have you thought it through?"
Truthfully, it was reluctant to have the clan’s prodigy take on this risk, as there was a high chance of failing to secure the Law Value Tokens, possibly even costing a life, which indeed seed not worthwhile.
"Grandfather, now the Plane Sea is in chaos, with large and top-tier large civilizations exploring unknown territories, incorporating Plane Groups into their domains."
The resolute-facéd ape raised its head, with firm eyes, declaring: "It is foreseeable that, once all unknown territories are fully explored, true chaos will ensue."
"Without a Law Treasure, you stand at a disadvantage against those in the sa tier."
"Even if I achieve Tier Seven, in the future, we might still be suppressed by a large civilization possessing a Law Treasure, becoming vassals."
"I believe this is our civilization’s best—and last—opportunity, for the sake of our civilization’s future, why should I fear death?"
Its words weren’t pleasant to the ears but were actually a greatly beautified version of reality.
An appropriately matched Law Treasure could amplify combat power by a minimum of fifty tis.
If indeed a Tier Seven wielder of a Law Treasure appeared, its grandfather would have three choices.
The first is to burn the fundantal laws at all costs, storm the opponent’s civilization’s core Plane Group, dragging them down together as funerary companions.
This thod has successful examples, which is precisely why civilizations with Law Treasures dare not act rashly, keeping the entire Plane Sea relatively stable.
The second choice is to beco a vassal, contributing to another civilization.
The third option is to form an alliance, seeking unity or alignnt.
While this choice is better than the second, it fundantally remains subordinate, because the old ape isn’t strong enough to rank within the top large civilizations collecting resources among the alliances in Plane Sea 758.
"Alright then, since you’re determined to go, I won’t stop you."
The old ape sighed: "Let’s wait then. According to past traditions, the Trial Field will open in a century."
"In ninety years, I will send you and the other children willing to take a chance to the Trial Plane Group’s published coordinates, awaiting the formal opening of the Trial Field."
"Thank you, Grandfather, for your assent." The stern ape bowed once more.
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In the central part of Plane Sea 758, a central plane of a Plane Group from which a Planet Barrier emanates a lustrous glow.
Seven layers of ocean currents weave a crown of spirals overhead, with light cyan, dark cyan, and ink blue surges interpenetrating without blending, like an overturned celestial palette eternally solidified.
At the topmost layer, swarms of floating jellyfish expand their semi-transparent umbrellas, refracting the sparse sunlight into dancing rhombic spots.
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