92: Chapter 92 Seclusion! Ascetic Training!
Dark Forest.
On the terrace of the metal castle.
Beirut reclined in a wide lounge chair.
Beside him sat a cup of steaming, dark brown liquid.
A gentle breeze blew past.
Ripples appeared in the Void Realm.
An invisible fluctuation instantly contracted and vanished into the center of his brows.
That was his Divine Sense.
Across the entire Yulan Continent, nothing and no one could escape his eyes and ears.
The farce in the Baruch Kingdom was, naturally, no exception.
"Hmph."
"Ateskin, that idiot."
"Falling just like that, it was too easy for him."
Beirut lifted his cup and took a sip, his tone filled with disdain.
He did not care about Linley and his group.
But he cared about Bebe.
Bebe was the second God-slaying Rat in the world, the grandson Beirut personally acknowledged!
Yet Ateskin dared to make a move against Bebe.
If not for Allen acting fast enough, Beirut would absolutely have thrown him into the Necropolis of the Gods and tortured him severely for endless years.
However, Beirut was still quite satisfied with the strength Allen had displayed.
One had to know, this time, Allen had only used his Fire God Clone.
Yet even so, Allen's Fire God Clone was able to directly kill two Six-Star Fiends.
Such combat talent, even in Hell, was an extremely rare existence.
"Observe him for a while longer."
"If he can advance further, that Fire-type Overgod Spark..."
Beirut muttered softly.
The subsequent words were scattered by the breeze above the metal castle.
... Dawson Empire.
An independent space at the bottom of the magic crystal mine.
Dark red elemental turbulence raged across the sky.
Allen's Fire God Clone sat cross-legged in the Void Realm.
The surrounding temperature was ridiculously high, causing even space to be scorched into distorted ripples.
Killing Ateskin was merely a small interlude to him, not worth mentioning at all.
The real battlefield was always in the Breakthrough of one's own cultivation.
He closed his eyes, his mind sinking completely into the ocean of Laws.
The System panel appeared in his mind.
His insights into the [Profound Mystery of Scorching Heat] had been stuck at a Bottleneck for over half a year.
That number representing progress had a jumping frequency slower than a snail crawling.
It was too difficult.
The further one deduced, every bit of progress was like sailing against the current.
Ordinary God-level Experts might spend ten thousand or a hundred thousand years and still not be able to push a Profound Mystery to Perfection.
Even though Allen had the heaven rewards diligence system, it still required a massive amount of sweat to fill the gaps in the Laws!
Allen gritted his teeth.
Fire Element violently drilled into his body through his pores.
This feeling was like billions of red-hot steel needles frantically shuttling through his Meridians.
Yet not only did he not stop, he instead abruptly increased the amount of elemental absorption.
Time passed quietly in the dead silence.
There was no alternation of day and night here, nor the changing of the four seasons.
One year. Two years. Three years passed.
In these three years, he had not moved even half an inch.
Dust covered his shoulders, and his breathing was so faint it was nearly non-existent.
He seemed like an abandoned stone statue.
Suddenly. Boom!
A manic flow of energy exploded from within his body!
The dust on his body was instantly annihilated.
The Fire Elements within a thousand meters of him went frantically berserk, transforming into a visible red vortex that surged into the top of his head.
[Profound Mystery of Scorching Heat: 100%]
Allen opened his eyes abruptly.
Two flames danced frantically in the depths of his pupils.
The Profound Mystery of Scorching Heat, Perfection!
At this point, his Fire God Clone had already mastered a full five Profound Mysteries to Perfection.
But he quickly suppressed this joy.
Because the [Profound Mystery of Burning Annihilation] was the hardest nut to crack among the Laws of Fire.
In the blink of an eye, another four years passed.
This day, Allen's original body was drinking tea in the imperial palace of the Dawson Empire.
Yale ran in, anxious and hurried.
He brought an extremely important piece of news.
Linley was leaving.
He had taken Bebe and a group of companions, stepping onto the planar teleportation array heading to Hell.
When Yale spoke of this, his eyes were slightly red, his face full of reluctance.
Allen patted his cheap third brother on the shoulder and handed him a cup of tea.
"The Yulan Continent is too small."
"Shallow water cannot raise a True Dragon."
"It is only a matter of time before he goes to Hell."
Allen's tone was calm.
Linley carried too many burdens; this continent would only bind his hands and feet.
Moreover, Hell was the place where experts should go.
As for himself?
Allen looked toward the sky, his gaze seeming to penetrate the thick planar barrier.
He would go too.
But he must prepare more thoroughly.
Those old monsters in Hell who had lived for millions of years were all ruthless characters who did not play by the rules.
Time continued to turn the page.
The seven-year mark arrived quietly.
In a corner of the independent space, the Life God Clone was surrounded by a large expanse of emerald green light.
It was completely different from the violent nature of the Fire Element.
Cultivation of the Laws of Life was boring to the extreme.
The Four Laws had no specific Profound Mysteries to refer to.
It relied entirely on profound and mysterious insights to grind through.
In these seven years, Allen had been analyzing the growth and withering of a blade of grass in his mind.
Sprouting. Jointing. Flourishing. Withering. Decaying into mud.
The cycle of life and death played out continuously in his palm.
The deductions had failed over ten thousand times.
That feeling of frustration, as if one could never find the end, was enough to drive someone with a weak will insane.
Even with the System as a guarantee, looking at that pathetic 0.01% growth made one feel nauseous.
"Life is not just unidirectional growth."
"There is also cruel devouring and plundering."
Allen muttered to himself.
He spread his palm.
The emerald green light in his palm suddenly turned into a dim, withered yellow, and then erupted with even stronger vitality.
One withering, one flourishing, endless and ceaseless.
The next moment, a crisp buzzing sound came from his mind.
[Laws of Life: 25%]
Rumble!
A violent tremor came from between Heaven and Earth.
A vast, majestic, and irresistible power crossed endless space and descended directly onto Allen's head.
laws of heaven and earth descended!
An emerald green beam of light connected heaven and earth, completely enveloping the Life God Clone.
A surge of irresistible, intense pain came from the depths of his Soul.
His Godspark began to forcibly transform.
Under the rough washing of the power of the Laws, the Lowgod spark shed its outer shell, and more complex Divine Patterns condensed on its surface.
Half an hour later, the beam of light dissipated.
Allen floated in mid-air.
A Midgod spark radiating rich vitality was embedded in the center of Allen's brows, then vanished into his body.
The Life God Clone had advanced to a Midgod!
He clenched his fist tightly, feeling the Life Divine Power surging more than ten times stronger within his body.
The Life Clone was still the weakest link.
But this was definitely a qualitative leap.
Cultivation knows no time.
The ten-year period of bitter cultivation expired.
In the area where the Thunder God Clone was located, lightning flashed wildly.
Thick purple electricity, like mad, raging dragons, continuously tore at the Void Realm.
Allen's entire body was bathed in a terrifying pool of lightning.
The Law of Thunder focused on offense, and the Profound Mystery of Thunder Body Technique was extremely domineering.
Over these ten years, he had to forcibly draw in Thunder Elements every day to temper his Divine Body.
That was an inhuman torture where his flesh was blasted apart time and again, only to be forcibly stitched back together again and again.
Every day was a repeated oscillation between life and death.
[Profound Mystery of Thunder Body Technique: 100%]
Accompanied by the final bolt of black lightning striking his crown, Allen opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of electrified black gas.
The Thunder God Clone, four Profound Mysteries at Perfection!
He looked down to examine himself.
His muscles were knotted, and his skin radiated a cold, purple-gold luster.
Relying on this Physical Body, even if he stood straight now and let an ordinary Lowgod hack at him with a blade, the opponent wouldn't even be able to scratch his skin.
He curled the corners of his mouth in a smile, working his sore neck.
However, the bitter cultivation did not stop there.