600: Just call me Little Ape

This number is already terrifying.

Because it means that the damage of his peerless strike can be 30% higher, if Kuang Xing wasn't 30% tougher, he would still be obliterated by his spear.

Xiao Fan asked Zheng Qiong what he thought of this effect, and if those Supreme Laws were similar, just with a higher multiplier than his own.

Zheng Qiong confirmed that it was indeed the case.

Xiao Fan then asked to what extent the multipliers of those Supreme Laws were higher.

"They start at 3x, and you also need to pay attention to the side effects. Generally, when a Supreme Law activates its extreme state, it can be sustained for a year or two under normal circumstances without any issues."

This number made Xiao Fan widen his eyes, saying, "How is that possible?"

Zheng Qiong chuckled and said, "3x is just the absolute lowest-tier Supreme Law. Miles's should reach around 6x."

"And this is just the basic amplification; the skills in the second part of the Supreme Law are the real core."

"Miles's strongest skill can further increase damage by thirty times after the basic amplification."

"Multiplying the two, it means that Miles, in a state where his Supreme Law is fully activated, can unleash power equivalent to 180 Miles."

"And one Miles self-destructing can destroy two medium-sized Galaxies."

"180... that's equivalent to 360 medium-sized Galaxies."

Upon hearing this information, Xiao Fan couldn't help but ask, "Then when you fought the Lord of the Temple back then, how many Galaxies must the power fluctuations have destroyed?"

This time, Zheng Qiong shook his head and said, "It's not calculated that way."

"After all, Galaxies aren't connected; the distances are incredibly vast, averaging 500,000 light-years. But there are also some extreme examples; I've seen Galaxies only 10 light-years apart. Those Galaxies have a lot of smugglers because they don't need to use Space-Time Wormholes; they can just fly over with a superluminal warship."

"My previous example was calculated assuming 360 Galaxies were stacked together."

"So back then, we only blew up one Divine Hall Star System. Although we didn't win, we at least dismantled the Temple."

"The reason we couldn't blow up other Galaxies wasn't due to insufficient power; it was because the distance was too great."

Xiao Fan nodded silently; he had absorbed all this knowledge from the books he had read before.

The mode of transportation between Galaxies is the Space-Time Wormhole, like an airport.

Some of these Space-Time Wormholes are natural, while others are artificially created, but to create these wormholes, one must possess incredibly powerful Space Laws.

Therefore, it is said that owners of Space Laws in the outside world are all immensely wealthy individuals.

Because of this, Xiao Fan figured he wouldn't be poor when he went out in the future either.

Having learned this much, Xiao Fan finally had a complete understanding of the power system in the outside world.

Currently, everyone's Cultivation is about Cultivating themselves, activating their potential, raising their upper limit, then absorbing various elemental source forces to reach that limit, then continuing to activate potential, and repeating this process.

The significance of Martial Arts lies in breaking this upper limit through special methods.

However, in the early and Middle Stage of Martial Dao, raising the upper limit is simple, so Supreme Laws are not needed. Only in the Late Stage, when the upper limit can no longer be raised, do Supreme Laws become necessary to forcibly enhance one's Battle Intent.

In Zheng Qiong's eyes, Xiao Fan's growth rate was simply too fast.

Prodigies in the outside world, at Xiao Fan's age, were still absorbing power and raising their upper limits.

Yet Xiao Fan had already stepped one foot into the threshold of creating his own Martial Arts.

And the most Heaven-Defying aspect was that doing these things didn't consume too much of Xiao Fan's energy; he didn't need to spend a lot of time practicing like ordinary people.

Lying in bed, his mind would turn on its own, learning on its own, and all muscle memory would automatically be imprinted on his body.

This was the true gift the Original Will bestowed upon Xiao Fan.

An ever-increasing ability to learn and fuse Martial Arts.

From the very beginning of Martial Dao, he directly aimed for the Supreme Law, and even the strongest Supreme Law.

Thinking of this, Zheng Qiong yawned and looked up at the sky. At this moment, his gaze could reach into the distant Universe. At the end of his vision, he could see a slightly cracked purple fissure.

Outside the fissure, Liu Yuan and others were all present, their eyes filled with Battle Intent.

Time was running out.

The stronger Xiao Fan was, the better, of course.

He also didn't want to bring panic to these young people.

It's just that if, by that time, they still hadn't retrieved their testament stele and returned to the ranks of True God, then... it would be too bad.

Chen Changsheng said that a group of Human Race martyrs were fighting to the death to reclaim their testament stele in another part of the Universe, hundreds of millions of light-years away.

But he knew too well how powerful the Temple was, and how vast its influence.

Their testament stele was the greatest delicacy under heaven, surely guarded deep within that abyss-like Forbidden Ground.

Could those who rushed out of the Milky Way three hundred years ago truly succeed?

To snatch back their power from that deadly black abyss, and in less than a year, travel hundreds of millions of light-years back to this Galaxy... and in between, they would have to cross countless Space-Time Wormholes heavily guarded by the Temple, and finally face the invading army from outside... This was something even he himself thought impossible.

The next day, Xiao Fan prepared to set off to find Wukong and Ye Kuang.

Currently, he still needed 5 Myth-Grade books to reach Dominator, with his progress at (45/50).

Now, the alien species most wanted to kill him, which was the real reason he couldn't go to places like Shanhai Pass.

He couldn't make even the slightest mistake.

Fortunately, the place where Wukong lived at this time was on a verdant mountain behind the Imperial Capital.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, a stone stele stood beside Xiao Fan, reading, "Buddhist sacred ground, please do not fly."

He rubbed the back of his head, thinking, "Teleporting doesn't count as flying, right?"

Then.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

He rapidly flickered across the large mountain, leaping thousands of Miles at a time, constantly searching for Wukong's trace.

Soon, a scent of meat wafted over. Xiao Fan turned his head to look, only to see the aroma of roasted meat coming from not far ahead.

He made one last flicker, landed, and looked ahead, his eyebrows slightly raised.

He saw Wukong gnawing on a medium-rare beef thigh, Ape Riot sipping wine in small mouthfuls, Xuanzang and Ye Kuang meditating, and Second Baldy, shirtless, sleeping on an old banyan tree.

The Imperial Capital was located in the south, so the cold wind couldn't reach it. Thus, although the flowers, plants, and trees here were withered at this time, they weren't covered in thick white snow.

A gentle breeze swept through, rustling countless autumn leaves, creating a soothing sound that brought peace to the mind.

Xiao Fan stood at the entrance of the temple, inexplicably feeling somewhat out of place.

Until Wukong casually picked up a large chicken leg that was rotating 360 degrees on the grill and tossed it towards Xiao Fan, breaking the silent and somewhat awkward scene.

Xiao Fan caught the butter-slathered, fragrant chicken leg, took a very familiar bite, and said, "Ape Riot, why are you here too?"

Ape Riot, who had just taken a sip of wine, seemed to choke on these words, cleared his throat, and quickly said, "You're too kind, Brother Fan, just call me Little Ape."