124: Chapter 124 Return to the Magnolia Continent!
Chapter 124: Returning to the Yulan Continent!
The Tianji Mountain Range.
A multicolored pillar of light pierced through the clouds.
The pillar of light directly enveloped Linley, who was inside the deep crater.
The laws of heaven and earth!
Linley's Earth divine Clone flew out from his body.
Under the baptism of the laws of heaven and earth, his divine spark began to transform.
Highgod!
Linley's Earth divine Clone had finally broken through that last barrier.
The light in the sky illuminated the entire mountain range.
Delia stood outside the courtyard, tears streaming down her face.
Bebe excitedly did a few somersaults in the air.
"Boss has broken through!"
Beirut stroked his chin with satisfaction.
It wasn't just a Breakthrough.
Linley had already fused four Profound Truths of the Earth Laws.
Coupled with the Physical Body amplification of his Dragonform transformation.
His current overall strength was definitely not inferior to those long-famed Asuras in Hell.
The pillar of light dissipated.
Linley flew out from the giant crater.
The dragon scales on his body had already receded.
His Aura became increasingly deep and profound.
Linley flew over to Allen and bowed deeply.
"Thank you, Big Brother Allen, for helping me achieve this."
He knew very well.
That without Allen's perfectly measured pressure,
it would have taken him at least ten thousand years to take this step.
Allen calmly accepted the bow.
"It was simply your own fortune."
Over the next few days,
the Four Divine Beasts Clan held another celebration.
This time, it was to celebrate Linley's Breakthrough.
The entire Family was filled with joy.
But Allen had no intention of staying any longer.
He bid farewell to Beirut.
"Going back?"
Beirut asked with a smile.
Allen nodded.
It had been nearly a thousand years since he left the Yulan Continent.
It was indeed time to go back and take a look.
Upon learning of Allen's intention to leave,
Patriarch Gaisersen and the others tried hard to persuade him to stay.
But Allen refused without hesitation and left the Tianji Mountain Range alone.
The metallic lifeform turned into a streak of sword light, slicing through the sky of the Bloodridge Continent.
The travel speed of a Great Perfection expert was ridiculously fast.
No bandits along the way dared to seek their own deaths.
Just half a month later,
Allen arrived at a main city's teleportation array in Youlan Prefecture.
Outside the teleportation array,
a squad of Sovereign soldiers clad in purple armor was on duty.
They had arrogant expressions, loudly berating the Lowgods waiting in line.
Hell's rules were strict.
Without sufficient wealth, one didn't even have the right to approach the teleportation array.
Allen put away his metallic lifeform and walked straight toward the teleportation array.
A purple-robed captain frowned, just about to bark an insult,
but suddenly felt as if the surrounding space had solidified.
A pressure that not even an Asura expert possessed swept casually across the field.
The purple-robed captain's scalp went numb.
He forcefully swallowed back the curses that had reached his lips.
Allen didn't bother wasting words.
With a flip of his wrist,
a dark-black medallion appeared in his palm.
The medallion was carved with intricate divine runes, emitting the unique Aura of a Prefect.
"P-prefect token!"
The purple-robed captain's knees went weak with fright, and he fell directly to his knees.
The surrounding soldiers trembled like chaff in the wind.
"To the Yulan Plane."
Allen's tone was flat.
The purple-robed captain scrambled frantically toward the control console.
"Please wait a moment, Milord, it will be activated immediately!"
He didn't even dare to mention the fee.
For a grand figure possessing a prefect token, even if he killed all these soldiers, the Sovereign would not look into it.
The giant magic circle lit up with a hazy glow.
A seven-colored light soared into the sky.
The spatial passage was forcibly torn open.
Allen stepped into the pillar of light.
His vision blurred and twisted.
The feeling of weightlessness lasted only a fleeting instant.
The Yulan Continent.
The Arctic Icefield.
Wild winds whipped up heavy snow, turning heaven and earth into a vast, gray expanse.
Hodan, the Planar Guardian, was wrapped in a thick fur robe.
He let out a yawn.
So bored that he could only count the ice shards on the ground.
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"Three thousand years left."
Hodan muttered to himself.
As long as he survived these few thousand years, he could return to the Higher Planes to report.
There wasn't even anyone in this godforsaken place who could put up a fight; his bones were about to rust from staying here.
Suddenly,
the giant teleportation array behind him let out a low hum.
The ice on the ground cracked.
A dazzling seven-colored pillar of light dispersed the wind and snow.
Hodan jumped up with a start.
He stared intently at the magic circle, his eyes nearly popping out of his skull.
This was the commotion of a reverse teleportation from the Higher Planes!
The cost of reverse teleportation was immense.
It required consuming astronomical amounts of wealth and privileges.
Those who dared to do this were absolutely psychopathic experts who killed without blinking.
Hodan's legs went weak.
He hurriedly straightened his robe, adopting the most humble posture possible.
The pillar of light gradually dissipated.
A slender figure stepped out of the teleportation array.
Black hair, black robes, with a seemingly ordinary longsword hanging from his waist.
Hodan looked up.
With just a single glance,
his entire body felt as if hit by lightning, and he collapsed directly onto the ice.
He recognized this face!
Several hundred years ago,
it was this very person who had channeled sovereign force in the Yulan Continent.
That terrifying pressure had scared Hodan, who was all the way in the Arctic Icefield, so much that he nearly wet his pants.
Later, he had even heard that this person had slaughtered two old monsters at the Seven-Star Fiend level.
"M-Milord..."
Hodan's teeth chattered, unable to utter a single complete sentence.
Allen didn't pay the slightest attention to the heap of jelly on the ground.
He took a deep breath of the Yulan Continent's thin air.
This familiar scent allowed his nerves, which had been tense for hundreds of years, to relax slightly.
Then,
Allen took a step forward.
A sonic boom exploded across the icefield.
The blast of air kicked up a flurry of snow, burying Hodan completely.
Allen turned into a stream of light, heading straight for the Chaotic Territory.
The Dawson Empire.
The Imperial Capital, Huayang City.
After a thousand years of development,
the Dawson Empire had already become the grandest Empire on the Yulan Continent, and its palace was constructed with magnificent grandeur.
Inside the Imperial Garden.
Rare flowers and exotic plants competed for beauty.
Monroe was wearing a loose, casual robe, sitting by a stone table brewing tea.
A thousand years of time had not made him look old.
Instead, he had gained a certain composure characteristic of a ruler.
He was now already a lightning-attribute Lowgod.
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With his every movement, faint, tiny arcs of electricity danced at his fingertips.
Avril sat opposite him.
She was flipping through a travelogue of the continent.
She was also a lightning-attribute Lowgod, her Aura becoming increasingly ethereal.
"The taste of this tea is always inferior to the one from the old residence in Huayang City."
Monroe took a sip of tea and complained softly.
"That is because your heart is not at peace."
Avril didn't even look up.
A sound of footsteps approached from the cobblestone path.
Grey and Yale walked side by side into the pavilion.
The two brothers were now both pivotal figures in the Empire.
Grey was steady and reserved, in charge of the Empire's military affairs.
Yale was responsible for running the Dawson Chamber of Commerce, possessing wealth that could rival a nation.
"Father, Mother."
The two bowed in greeting.
Monroe pointed to the stone stools nearby.
"Sit."
"How do you have time to come over today?"
Yale sat down, picked up a teacup, and drained it in one gulp.
He sighed.
"The Chamber of Commerce's affairs have been sorted out."
"Just now, I sparred a bit with Grey regarding the Law of Thunder."
Grey nodded.
"Yale's progress is very fast."
Yale gave a bitter smile.
"What's the use of being fast?"
"It's been hundreds of years, and I'm still just a Lowgod."
He looked up, gazing in the direction of Hell.
"I wonder how Big Brother is doing now."
Hearing these words,
the atmosphere inside the pavilion instantly froze.
Avril put down her book, her eyes welling up with tears.
A thousand years without any news.
In a place like Hell where people were eaten alive, bones and all, no one could predict what might have happened.
Monroe's fingers holding the teacup tightened slightly, his knuckles turning pale.
"He has always been independent since he was young.
"Since he dared to go, he must have the ability to survive."
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