55: Chapter 55 The Tomb of the Gods!

Cultivation space.

"However…" Beirut shifted the topic.

"Except for those Saints I personally invited."

"Every God-level Expert can recommend five additional Saints to enter."

Five spots!

Allen's mind raced.

He was a God-level Expert, and both Sals and Walker were also God-level Experts.

By that calculation.

On his side, there were a full fifteen recommendation spots!

This was a huge political bargaining chip.

Placed in the outside Yulan Continent, fifteen spots to enter the Necropolis of the Gods would be enough to make those hidden old-timer Saints fight tooth and nail.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it would lead to rivers of blood.

After all, there were Divine Artifacts and God Sparks there!

"Those are all the rules."

"Who you want to send to their deaths, that's up to you."

Beirut let out two dry laughs.

"I'll warn you, there are many good things in there, but even more deadly traps."

"Once you go in, life and death are up to fate."

The voice faded.

The mysterious fluctuation covering his Soul completely dissipated.

Beirut cut off the telepathic communication.

The independent space returned to dead silence once more.

Allen rubbed his chin.

15 spots.

It sounded intimidating, but he wasn't actually very interested.

The first ten floors of the Necropolis of the Gods were no different from children playing house for someone at his level.

The real good stuff was on the floors that only those at Divine-Grade could enter.

His goal right now was clear.

Hunker down here.

Cultivate the Laws.

Wait ten years, then go straight to the higher levels to stock up.

"Walker!"

Allen didn't open his eyes, instead sending a telepathic message directly through the Master-Servant contract.

At the edge of the independent space.

A massive giant wolf was dozing off.

Its entire body burned with crimson flames, and its fur was like crystalline rubies.

It was the Red Flame Wolf King, Walker.

Hearing Allen's telepathic message, the giant wolf snapped its eyes open.

A trace of awe flashed in its dark golden vertical pupils.

"Hum—"

Fire-attribute Divine Power surged.

The massive wolf body quickly shrank, transforming into a burly man wearing crimson leather armor with a head of wild red hair.

He knelt on one knee.

"Master, what are your orders?"

Walker's voice was low and gravelly, with the ruggedness characteristic of beastmen.

As early as three years ago.

He and Sals had both successfully refined Highgod God Sparks, becoming genuine Highgods.

But in front of Allen, Walker still dared not be the least bit presumptuous.

The constraints of the contract were one aspect.

More importantly.

Their ability to become Highgods was entirely Allen's gift.

This was a kindness Walker could never repay.

"The Necropolis of the Gods opens in half a month."

Allen got straight to the point, his tone as flat as if he were discussing what to eat today.

"Necropolis of the Gods?"

Walker was stunned, clearly unfamiliar with the term.

He was a native who had always stayed in the depths of the Magical Beast Mountain Range, and later traveled everywhere with Allen, so he knew nothing of the secrets of Yulan Continent's upper echelons.

Allen didn't intend to explain it to him in detail either.

"It's just a place for treasure hunting, with many Divine Artifacts and God Sparks."

"However, only Saints are allowed to enter this time."

"Lord Beirut gave me fifteen recommendation spots."

Walker's eyes lit up.

Divine Artifacts? God Sparks?!

Although he was already a Highgod, he still coveted these treasures.

However, upon hearing that only Saints were allowed to enter, he immediately deflated.

"Does Master want me to arrange these spots?"

Walker was smart and immediately guessed Allen's intention.

"Yes."

Allen nodded.

"Make a trip to the Empire capital."

"Find my father, Monroe."

"Tell him about the Necropolis of the Gods, and hand over these fifteen spots for him to handle entirely."

Allen paused for a moment.

"Tell him."

"These spots are a hot potato, but also a priceless treasure."

"How to use them, how to give them out, how to maximize the benefits."

"Let him weigh the options and handle it himself."

Allen had a fair understanding of his cheap father, Monroe Dawson.

A purely merchant mindset, extremely shrewd.

With such a huge windfall dropped on him.

Monroe would definitely be able to squeeze its value to the extreme.

The territory of the Dawson Empire would likely expand once more.

Furthermore, once these fifteen spots were released, those old monsters of Yulan Continent would probably go crazy.

How many spots could the War God or the High Priest have in their hands?

The Dawson Family could bring out fifteen in one go!

This massive information asymmetry was enough for Monroe to ruthlessly extort them.

"Understood, my Lord!"

Walker accepted the order without hesitation.

He was only responsible for running errands; as for the convoluted schemes of humans, he couldn't be bothered to use his brain.

"Go."

"Let Sals stay at home and guard the gate."

"During this time, Yulan Continent probably won't be peaceful."

Allen waved his hand.

Walker bowed in salute, turned, and exited the independent space.

The spatial barrier closed once more.

Allen continued to close his eyes.

Next, there was nothing for him to do.

Let Linley worry about the protagonist group's adventure.

Yale, that sworn big brother, would probably also find ways to tag along and join the fun.

It is worth mentioning.

Yale had now also become a Saint Magician.

But compared to those old-timer Saints, Yale still had a gap.

However.

Allen wasn't worried about Yale.

With Linley covering him, he definitely wouldn't die.

Allen's task now was to prepare for the second opening ten years later!

That was a hunting ground for God-level Experts.

He would be facing Lowgods, Midgods, and perhaps even Highgod-level Abyssal Demons!

"Still not strong enough."

Allen sighed softly.

His gaze swept over his three God Clones.

Profound Mystery of Water Element, Perfection.

Fire Element, Perfection.

Profound Mystery of Lightning Element, Perfection.

Besides the three basic Mysteries of the Laws.

Although he had touched upon other Mysteries of the Laws.

Under Allen's deliberate control, none of the other Laws had reached the Realm of Perfection.

Because Allen wanted to fuse the Mysteries of the Laws while still at the Lowgod Realm.

"The plan has changed."

"Must complete the Fusion of at least two Mysteries within ten years."

Allen made up his mind.

The Water God Clone closed its eyes, and the water droplets around its body began to move in a strange trajectory.

It was attempting to combine [Profound Mystery of Water Element] and [Sharpness of Ice].

The flames on the Fire God Clone suddenly contracted, all compressed within an inch of its skin surface.

The collision between [Fire Element] and [Profound Mystery of Explosion] caused the space around it to constantly emit faint cracking sounds.

The Thunder God Clone was the most manic.

[Profound Mystery of Lightning Element] and [Thunder of Judgment].

Once the two extremely destructive Mysteries made contact, they would trigger a violent backlash.

"Boom!"

The Thunder God Clone was blasted backward, slamming hard against the spatial barrier.

But it didn't even frown, immediately climbing up to try again.

If once wasn't enough, then ten times.

If ten times wasn't enough, then ten thousand times.

The heaven rewards diligence system would never let sweat go to waste.

As long as the direction was right.

Proficiency would always stack up.

Allen's original body withdrew his gaze.

The Clones were stubbornly grinding away at the Law Fusion.

So what should the original body do?

He closed his eyes, once again immersing his spirit into that obscure Laws of Life.

The power of the Laws was formless and intangible.

Compared to the violence and directness of the elements.

The Laws of Life were like an omnipresent net.

Connecting all things together.

The flourishing and withering of vegetation, birth, aging, sickness, and death.

"Endless cycle of life…"

Allen muttered to himself.

In his mind, he kept recalling the miscellaneous notes from the Seven-Star Fiend's ring.

Although that Fiend did not Cultivate the Laws of Life, as a Highgod, his vision and knowledge were extremely profound.

His miscellaneous notes contained some fragments about the Four Great Laws.

"Life is not just about healing."

"It is also about plundering."

Allen's thinking diverged.

He didn't just blindly drill into a dead end, but instead tried to think from the reverse.

Since there is life, there must be death.

Could the other end of the Laws of Life be the Laws of Death?

If he could touch the boundary between life and death while cultivating the Laws of Life.

Perhaps he could find a shortcut.

Time flowed away bit by bit amidst this high-intensity deduction and experimentation.

Inside the independent space, lights of various Divine Powers shone and intertwined.

Occasionally, a few muffled explosions rang out.