Fang Heng quickly swept his gaze over the ga hint and almost instantly reacted.
Super-God level!
Judging by the three clusters of energy within the sea of consciousness that represented hell power, death power, and holy power, as well as the fact that these three types of power did not possess a "transcendent" level, these three powers were clearly special.
By comparison, he had co into contact with both the Spirit Orb and the Origin Orb, yet neither of them had triggered any missions related to Super-God–level academic advancent.
Fang Heng roughly deduced that the three regions—hell, the Holy Realm, and the Death Realm—all contained Super-God–level advancents, while other academic disciplines most likely had no further room for progression.
He then counted again and recalled that within the illusion he had seen, there were seven orbs in total. So far, he had already encountered five types, with the last two still undiscovered.
If he could find them all...
Would that trigger so new mission?
No rush.
Fang Heng gently shook his head and quietly suppressed the greed rising in his heart.
Step by step.
Since the Hell Orb was already in hand, the priority was to max out Hell Studies as soon as possible and break through to God-level Hell Studies.
The fastest way was...
Binding more hell altars!
During his previous exploration of hell, he had already bound several altars, which continuously provided him with Hell Studies experience points. Combined with the idle grinding during this period, Hell Studies had already reached Level 33.
It would not take long to reach the cap.
Fang Heng closed his eyes again and quickly contacted Abe Akaya.
"Chi, chi chi chi..."
Abe Akaya's vines rapidly spread in all directions.
One small spatial teleportation passage after another was condensed by Abe Akaya, and Lickers swiftly passed through each teleportation passage into hell, rapidly spreading outward.
The Realm of Hell was vast and contained a large number of altars.
Just run through all of them and complete the bindings.
Fang Heng then looked over at Zane.
"I won't go. I'll stay and keep an eye on the Hell Orb for you."
Zane pursed his lips and stayed where he was, guarding not far from the Hell Orb.
He did not need to bind hell altars anyway. Going would only waste ti, so it was better to stay behind and slowly refine the Origin Power he had absorbed into his body.
...
Two days later.
The Central Federation's prearranged plan ran into trouble during its execution.
They suddenly realized that although they had changed their stance, swallowed their pride, expressed goodwill, and proposed cooperation with Fang Heng, all of this seed to be nothing more than wishful thinking on their part.
Fang Heng had no intention of communicating with them at all.
Even through the Eastern Federation, they found that they were completely unable to contact Fang Heng, let alone arrange a face-to-face discussion.
In their view, extrely important research materials and information related to mutation stones seed to hold no interest for Fang Heng whatsoever, as if there were no follow-up at all.
In fact, it was not that Fang Heng lacked interest, but that he simply did not know.
Ever since it beca known that the entire planet was being relocated under Fang Heng's control, far too many people were trying to pass ssages to him through various channels every day, leaving him with no ti to deal with them.
So he ignored everyone altogether and focused entirely on farming altars, relying on Abe Akaya and the rapid expansion capability of the Licker swarm to thodically sweep through hell and bind hell altars layer by layer.
"Whoosh!"
In a certain deep layer of hell, Fang Heng's figure flashed past.
A death-gray phantom erged from the body of a Hell Horned Demon feudal lord, slowly split into two, and rapidly corroded and dissipated at a visible speed, turning into a cloud of flying ash.
During this period, Fang Heng had encountered several commander-level hell creatures guarding altars.
Very few of them could withstand even a single move from him.
Fang Heng raised his hand toward the corpse, and a dark-red gemstone flew into his palm.
[Hint: The player obtained hell crystal*1.]
The deeper he went, the higher the level of the hell creatures. Commander-level monsters also had a chance to drop crystals, making it convenient to farm along the way.
Speaking of which, hell extended endlessly downward. After reaching a certain depth, the strength of hell creatures stopped increasing, while the strength of hell altars continued to rise gradually, though their numbers began to decrease.
If he continued further down, he would probably reach the source of hell ntioned by the Mag Clan.
As Fang Heng pondered this, he stepped forward and pressed his hand against the altar, rapidly completing the binding with his ntal strength.
A deep crimson energy flowed from the altar into the sea of consciousness.
[Hint: The player bound a hell altar.]
[Hint: The player absorbed altar power. The player gained Hell Studies (God-level) experience points: 920,000.]
So hell altars that were not fully occupied still stored a portion of hell energy. After absorbing it all, he quickly gained Hell Studies experience points, making the leveling speed faster than expected.
At this rate, it would take only one more day to reach max God-level.
Just as Fang Heng was about to leave, he suddenly sensed sothing.
Hm?
Fang Heng looked up toward the ceiling.
"This power..."
Boom!!!
The entire hell let out a heavy tremor.
At the sa ti, on the fifty-ninth layer of hell.
Zane had been staying near the Hell Orb during this period, guarding it while absorbing the residual power of the Void Abomination within his body.
Suddenly, the ground violently shook.
What!?
What was going on?
Zane's heart leaped as he imdiately woke from his refining state and looked around.
It had nothing to do with the Hell Orb. The tremor ca from the entire hell itself.
"Chi, chi chi chi chi..."
Abe Akaya's vines rapidly gathered toward the front, quickly forming a teleportation passage.
Fang Heng stepped out from within the teleportation passage.
"Brother Fang Heng, what's going on? What are you ssing with this ti?"
"It has nothing to do with . The source of the power fluctuation is deeper down."
Fang Heng's expression turned grave as he glanced at Ignis beside him.
"Huh? I don't know either."
Ignis jolted his head repeatedly, secretly feeling miserable inside.
Ever since Fang Heng appeared, hell had not known peace.
Fang Heng said, "I have a bad premonition. Let's go. We'll check the lower layers together."
Zane nodded and transford into a shadow, imdiately following Fang Heng toward the lower layers of hell.
...
As soon as they entered the eighty-eighth layer of hell, Fang Heng and Zane stopped at the sa ti, concealing themselves and exchanging a glance.
Coercion!
It was the God Clan!
"We're done for. The God Clan has co knocking."
Zane still harbored an instinctive fear of the God Clan. He shrank his neck and looked at Fang Heng beside him. "What should we do?"
Fang Heng closed his eyes and sensed for a mont, then raised his head and said, "Sothing's not right. The aura leaking from them is much stronger than when we encountered them last ti. Be careful. Let's get closer and take a look."
"Mm."
Zane responded and directly entered shadow form, attaching himself to Fang Heng.
Fang Heng controlled his own aura, stepped into a secondary space projection, concealed his presence, and slowly moved toward the direction where the God Clan was located.
In the hell environnt, the God Clan's strength was greatly suppressed. At the very least, escaping should not be a problem.
They moved toward the central area of the eighty-eighth layer.
Ahead, they were already approaching a lava sea.
The fluctuations of holy power beca increasingly obvious. One could even see circles of holy ripples spreading outward with the naked eye.
The ripples continuously washed over the breath of hell, purifying the hell aura.
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