1082: secret

“According to the intelligence we gathered on the Myriad Heavens Battlefield, the strength division standard recognized by countless races and worlds totals Thirteen-Orders.”

“From the 1st Stage to the Thirteen-Order!”

In the command center, Zhang Zhilong looked at Wang Chen and slowly began to explain:

“There’s no need to mention the 1st to 9th Stages. Starting from 10th Stage powerhouses, they are bestowed with titles befitting their strength.”

“The 10th Stage is called the Control-Tier.”

“The 11th Stage is called the Realm Master-Tier.”

“The 12th Stage is called the Immortal-Tier.”

“The Thirteen-Order is called the Dominator-Tier.”

“Among them, the 12th Stage is already the limit that can be reached in a large world. Their lifespan is almost endless; the world decays, but they remain immortal.”

“As for the Thirteen-Order Dominator-Tier above that, those are terrifying existences that can only be born in powerful worlds above large worlds, known as True Realms.”

“Every True Realm has many large worlds as its vassals, and every Thirteen-Order Dominator is the master of these worlds!”

“Their power has reached an unknowable level!”

“This…”

Wang Chen was greatly shocked by the news.

There are True Realms above large worlds?!

And there are unknowable Thirteen-Order Dominator-Tier powerhouses above the 12th Stage?!

The vastness and immensity of the All Heavens and Myriad Realms far exceeded his imagination.

“Old Zhang, your knowledge of these things, does it mean that we have already had contact with those True Realms and 12th Stage and Thirteen-Order powerhouses?”

Looking at Zhang Zhilong, Wang Chen couldn't help but ask.

“Haha, how is that possible!”

Zhang Zhilong shook his head and chuckled, then said with a hint of melancholy:

“Most of the information I just told you was actually learned from Saint Zhang.”

“When Saint Zhang was young, he had a fortuitous encounter and was once teleported to an incredibly prosperous world.”

“These are all things he learned from that world.”

“This world is called Purgatory. Speaking of which, the war with the Blood Race ended so quickly because Saint Zhang brought reinforcements from that world.”

“Purgatory is a powerful world extremely close to a True Realm, and its strongest individuals have long since reached the Immortal Realm.”

“They know far more than we do.”

“According to Saint Zhang, the True Realms that the Purgatory World currently knows about are three: the Demon Realm, the Heavenly Realm, and the Immortal Realm…”

“These three True Realms all possess Thirteen-Order Dominator-Tier powerhouses!”

At this point, a hint of fear flashed in Zhang Zhilong’s eyes.

Not to mention the incredibly powerful True Realms, even the Purgatory World is an existence that Blue Star cannot resist.

At this moment, after hearing Zhang Zhilong’s words, Wang Chen couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion. So many powerhouses ignited a burning fighting spirit within him.

However, this also brought a question to his mind.

“Then, Old Zhang, why did the will of the heavens revive and the Myriad Heavens Battlefield appear?”

“Also, what’s the reason for the emergence of Blue Star Awakeners? I’ve also visited several worlds and stayed in the Myriad Heavens Battlefield for a period of time, and I’ve found that the power systems of other worlds are completely different from ours. It seems that the Awakener system is unique to our Blue Star among the All Heavens and Myriad Realms.”

Looking at Zhang Zhilong, Wang Chen asked with confusion.

Compared to other power systems that painstakingly Cultivate, absorbing the power of heaven and earth year after year to strengthen themselves, the Blue Star Awakener system of getting stronger by killing monsters is simply like cheating!

Given the same number, the proportion of Nine Revolution or higher powerhouses appearing in the Blue Star Awakener system is almost ten to a hundred times that of other power systems.

This is clearly somewhat against common sense!

“Regarding this matter, I also don’t know.”

“Even Saint Zhang’s friend from the Purgatory World only has a partial understanding of it. It is said to be related to a war that swept across the All Heavens and Myriad Realms, but the specifics are unknown.”

“As for the emergence of the Awakener system, there’s even less of a clue. Perhaps we are simply different.”

Zhang Zhilong sighed and shook his head, saying:

“Anyway, according to Saint Zhang’s friend’s speculation, the appearance of the Myriad Heavens Battlefield might be due to the influence of the Origin will of the heavens. In order to cope with a terrifying war, the Myriad Heavens Battlefield connected countless previously isolated worlds, allowing countless worlds to exchange and Fusion, unleashing greater creativity to deal with enemies that even the Origin will of the heavens finds terrifying. As for us, we might have been favored by the Origin will of the heavens and given some special characteristics.”

“Alright, my Marshal, these things are still very far from you and us. What lies before us now is the Dead Spirit Race.”

“No matter what, continuously strengthening ourselves is always the right thing to do.”

At the end, Zhang Zhilong teased Wang Chen, who was deep in thought but also brimming with fighting spirit.

“Old Zhang is right. Then I’ll trouble you with the army matters.”

Wang Chen thought about it and nodded.

No matter what the future holds, continuously strengthening himself now will always give him more confidence in the future.

“Then I’ll go to the Central Region first to scout out the situation and cause some trouble for the Dead Spirit Race.”

As he spoke, Wang Chen no longer hesitated. He said goodbye to Zhang Zhilong, turned, and strode out of the command center.

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Central Region.

Dead Spirit Holy City.

High Priest Tiemoluo rushed to the rebuilt Mother Goddess Temple and stopped before an altar.

“You urgently summoned me, what happened?”

Seeing the graceful figure, half-human and half-insect, on the altar, High Priest Tiemoluo asked coldly.

The appearance of this graceful figure was exactly like the Mother Goddess Statue, scaled down hundreds of times. It was indeed the resurrected Mother Goddess of the Undead, Dominara.

However, towards this Mother Goddess, High Priest Tiemoluo’s face did not show the respect he displayed in front of his clansmen. Instead, his eyes held wariness and a hint of coldness.

“High Priest Tiemoluo, when you need my help, you call me Mother Goddess, but now that you see me weak, you, you, you…”

“You should let the other clansmen see this face of yours!”

Dominara, sitting cross-legged on the altar with a pale face, sneered.

Yesterday, she expended a great deal of energy to break through the barrier between the inner and outer layers of the world and pollute the moon to shield the Dead Spirit Race from the sun’s influence. This consumption was immense, even affecting her Origin.

After all, she was only resurrected through the remnant body of the true Mother Goddess of the Undead, Dominara, and did not fully inherit her divine status and power.

“Heh heh!”

“Just state what you need directly. With the great war approaching, there are still many matters in the clan that require my personal attention.”

Facing Dominara’s sarcasm, High Priest Tiemoluo sneered and then spoke bluntly.

The reason he was speaking so coldly now was, firstly, because he knew that the Dominara before him was not the true Mother Goddess of the Dead Spirit Race, but a monster he had personally created. Secondly, it was because the blood sacrifice that had sacrificed tens of millions of his clansmen had caused his plan to spiral out of control.