54: Chapter 54 The Physical Body of a Mid-Level God!
Cultivation space.
"Boom!"
Allen felt as if ten thousand rampaging Demonic Beasts were charging through his body.
Every inch of his muscle fibers was being violently torn apart.
Then, they were rapidly reconstructed under the nourishment of Divine Power.
A faint purplish-gold luster appeared on the surface of his bones.
From within his bone marrow, a dull sound like thunder rumbled.
Pain!
Pain that reached deep into his marrow!
But accompanying the pain was a crazy, exponential surge in power!
Allen tilted his head back and let out a suppressed low roar.
He could clearly feel his cells cheering and leaping with joy.
They were greedily devouring the Lightning Divine Power.
The Physical Body strength, which had originally stagnated, welcomed another massive eruption.
The barrier of the Lowgod limit was like a thin piece of paper.
It was instantly pierced by the violent lightning power!
"Crack!"
It was as if some sort of shackle had been forcibly snapped.
The skin all over Allen's body tightened suddenly, like the toughest Divine Artifact.
Wisps of purple electric arcs sprayed from his pores.
The air was filled with a pungent, burnt smell.
As the Lightning Divine Power continued to scour him.
His Physical Body strength advanced triumphantly.
It directly crossed that chasm and steadily stepped into the Midgod level!
The reinforcement finally ended.
The Lightning Divine Power once again lay dormant within his body.
Allen panted heavily.
Sweat dripped down his resolute cheeks, only to be evaporated by the high temperature on his skin before it even hit the ground.
He slowly stood up straight.
His bones emitted a series of crisp sounds like firecrackers.
At this moment.
Even without using any Divine Power, relying solely on the explosive power of his Physical Body.
He could punch a regular Lowgod to death.
"This power..."
Allen clenched his fist and smashed it fiercely into the air in front of him.
He did not use any Mysteries of the Laws.
Pure physical strength!
"Boom!"
The air in front of him emitted an earth-shattering sonic boom.
The powerful air pressure formed a shockwave visible to the naked eye, slamming fiercely against the spatial barrier not far away.
That barrier, which could even block the Void Realm turbulence, actually rippled violently.
Terrifying.
A hint of fanaticism flashed in Allen's eyes.
Midgod-level Physical Body!
Dark Forest.
Inside a magnificent castle made of metal.
Beirut was lying on a rattan chair, fiddling with a black mouse figurine in his hand.
Suddenly, the movement of his hand stopped.
His small eyes snapped open, looking toward the direction of the northern magic crystal mine.
"Became a God again?"
Beirut stroked the beard on his chin.
"Fire Affinity, Water Affinity, and now a Lightning Affinity."
"This kid's talent is a bit freakish."
Even as a Sovereign who had lived for many years, he found it somewhat incredible at this moment.
Cultivating three affinities simultaneously, and all had reached the Divine-Grade.
And this Cultivation speed was simply ridiculously fast.
"Interesting."
"It seems this Yulan Continent won't be too boring in the future."
Beirut smiled and closed his eyes again.
As long as Allen didn't provoke his precious descendants, he was happy to watch the show.
Cultivation space.
The air pressure remained violent.
Allen hovered cross-legged in mid-air.
His Physical Body, having just stepped into the Midgod level, was like a bottomless pit, greedily adapting to the surging power.
A moment later.
Allen opened his eyes.
As his thoughts moved.
The Thunder God Clone walked out from within his body.
The next moment.
Allen flipped his wrist and took out a pile of crystal balls from his space ring.
Soul Golden Beads!
Every time he achieved godhood independently, it would damage the Souls of his original body and his Clone.
Soul Golden Beads were the best healing items.
The original body and the Clone sat down cross-legged simultaneously.
Refine!
Soul energy wrapped around the Soul Golden Beads.
The hard shell melted, turning into the purest Soul essence without any Impurities.
Like golden streams, it flowed along the Meridians into his mind.
"Hiss..."
The dry and cracked ocean of the Soul welcomed a refreshing rain.
The feeling of comfort instantly covered the previous excruciating pain.
The torn wounds were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The golden energy continuously nourished the Soul Origin.
Not only did it repair the damage, but it even elevated the strength of his Soul to a higher level.
This extreme contrast made one almost want to moan with pleasure.
Time lost its meaning within the independent space.
Only that spatial barrier isolating the Void Realm turbulence rippled from time to time.
In the blink of an eye, several years passed in a hurry.
Yulan Calendar Year 10024.
The situation on the Yulan Continent had long since turned upside down.
The Baruch Kingdom established by Linley shook all directions.
The Dawson Empire sat firmly as the hegemon of the Chaotic Territory, with no one daring to provoke it.
The surging winds and clouds of the outside world could not affect this secret cultivation ground in the slightest.
Inside the independent space, it was divided into four areas.
To the east, mist filled the air, and an ice-blue halo flowed.
The Water God Clone sat with eyes closed, surrounded by countless crystal-clear water droplets floating around it, each containing different Mysteries of the Laws.
Sharpness of Ice, gentleness of water.
To the west, flames towered.
The Fire God Clone bathed in a sea of crimson flames, even the surrounding space was scorched to the point of slight distortion.
To the north, thunder rumbled.
The Thunder God Clone was wrapped in purple-gold electric pythons as thick as buckets, the violent aura of destruction making one's heart palpitate.
And in the very center.
Allen's original body sat quietly cross-legged on a meteorite.
No flashy Divine Power light effects.
No earth-shattering pressure.
Only a mysterious and profound fluctuation circled around him.
Laws of Life.
Compared to elemental Laws, the comprehension of the Laws was an entirely different system.
Obscure, profound, and elusive.
The Four Great Laws: Destruction, Fate, Death, Life.
Each pointed directly to the ultimate Profound Truth of the Universe.
Over these few years, his original body had been trying to push open the door to the Laws of Life.
Progress was extremely slow.
But it was not without gain.
He could feel that everything around him was filled with the aura of "Life".
Even in this deathly silent independent space, there seemed to be some sort of obscure pulsation.
"Hoo..."
Allen slowly opened his eyes, a flash of emerald light passing through his pupils, fleeting.
"The Laws of Life, truly worthy of their reputation."
"Just touching the surface makes me feel like my previous cultivation was like a blind man feeling an elephant."
He shook his head, though he wasn't discouraged.
Anyway, he had plenty of time.
"Little guy, you've been living quite comfortably these past few years."
Just then.
An old voice with a hint of teasing exploded in his mind without warning.
In an instant.
All the muscles in Allen's body tensed up instantly.
His pupils constricted sharply.
Who?
To be able to silently break through the spatial barrier and transmit the voice directly into his mind!
But the next second, he realized who it was.
On the Yulan Continent, someone with this level of strength and who could speak to him in this tone.
Besides that one, who else could it be?
"Lord Beirut."
Allen responded respectfully in his mind.
At the same time, he was grumbling inwardly.
Why did this Sovereign suddenly have the leisure to look for him?
"The Yulan Continent has been peaceful for too long."
Beirut's voice sounded lazy, as if he were picking his teeth.
"Half a month from now, the Necropolis of the Gods opens."
Necropolis of the Gods!
Allen's heart skipped a beat.
Finally, it's here.
An extremely critical node in the original plot.
And also a slaughterhouse for reshuffling the powerhouses of the Yulan Continent.
"This time, it is prepared for those little guys in the Saint-level."
Beirut explained the rules slowly and methodically.
As if discussing a trivial beast-fighting performance.
"You are Divine-Grade; according to the rules, you cannot enter this time."
"You have to wait for the second opening ten years later."
Allen nodded inwardly.
Just as he had expected.
A God-level Expert is a dimension-reduction strike against Saint-levels.
The Sovereign's game must have some balance.