Although there were differing opinions all over the world, the various forces fell silent. The Nine Surnas Alliance knew very well that even if the Nine Great Families united, they might not prevail in the future tides. Therefore, they compressed their power and personnel, warned their clansn not to cause trouble, and focused on cultivating.
anwhile, the high-ranking mbers of the Nine Surnas Alliance began formulating a powerful strategy similar to the Quanzhen Society’s approach, venturing to many unknown and dangerous places in search of fortune. If they did not strengthen themselves soon, they would surely be eliminated, for even an old master of destiny could not be dealt with by them. Who knew how many formidable creatures still hid in this world?
The Quanzhen Society also fell into an unexpected quiet. Derrick Newman, accompanied by Fernando Graham and Halley rritt, entered a vacuum zone. There, they found an arm, a human arm spanning over a hundred feet long.
One must wonder, how colossal would a person with an arm over a hundred feet long be?
Derrick Newman inford the two won that this was the right arm of a Creation World Realm expert. They only needed to refine this arm and absorb one-third of its energy each to beco invincible in the world. Moreover, in order to kill Yusuf Zuck and the other Sons of Heavenly Dao, they needed this arm.
The Right Saint had not shown his face again, nor did he go looking for traitors. Nobody knew what he was up to!
Ayden Ac returned to the City of Buzi, but he was not there for allegiance; he wanted to talk to the Martial Saint.
Indeed, the Martial Saint was also one of the protectors within the Nine Surnas Alliance. Ayden Ac seeking him ant standing against the Nine Surnas Alliance. Moreover, those involved in the extermination of the Ac family likely included others from the Nine Surnas Alliance. Thus, the alliance stood united in opposition. Even Porter Ray would not let Ayden Ac enter the Kenzo Ray clan, and the clan was surrounded by over a dozen layers of defense. While Ayden Ac gave face to Porter Ray and did not force his way into the Ray clan, he still settled down in the City of Buzi, waiting for the Martial Saint to erge.
This was akin to the Nine Surnas Alliance inviting a fierce tiger into their midst, prompting several attempts at negotiation with Ayden Ac. Yet Ayden Ac had only one condition: to hand over the Martial Saint. If not, he would wait there, as he did not believe the Martial Saint would forever remain hidden.
anwhile, the Right Saint and Landyn Torres also left Patrick Ruiz’s Heaven to seek fortune. However, the roles between the Right Saint and Landyn Torres seed reversed, with Landyn Torres flying ahead while the Right Saint followed closely behind.
It seed the Right Saint had been completely subdued by Landyn Torres, perhaps due to Ayden Ac having smashed half of his skull. Why would Landyn Torres, who was not one to be subordinate to others, follow like this?
However, these were secrets. Patrick Ruiz’s Heaven was generally peaceful, aside from so remote areas troubled by demons such as the Formless Demon. No major incidents occurred.
...
Ti flowed like water, passing swiftly as if in the blink of an eye. In no ti at all, sixty years had gone by. In Patrick Ruiz’s Heaven, sixty years were but a fleeting mont.
Sixty years later, Yusuf Zuck’s Divine Consciousness returned to his body from that doorway. Still, he shook his head because the mbrane, the paper-thin barrier, had yet to be pierced.
Of course, he did not co away empty-handed after sixty years. His understanding of the ’Dao’ deepened, with an unfathomable gaze, as though he could see through everything in the world.
In those sixty years, he was effectively in ditation for sixty years, gaining clarity in his understanding of Heavenly Dao, life, the past, and the future.
He stood up, moved his limbs, sounding crackles throughout his body. Then, when he snapped his fingers, ninety-seven avatars appeared.
Ninety-seven avatars, plus his own body, made ninety-eight. Each of these avatars matched the strength of his original body; only they lacked the Purple Blood Beads, but their power and cultivation levels were identical.
Yusuf Zuck looked at the ninety-seven avatars, closed his eyes briefly, then waved his sleeve. The ninety-seven avatars instantly vanished.
He intended to have these ninety-seven avatars individually practice different Law Arts, such as the Great Slaughter Technique, the Great Curse Art, the Great Karma Technique, the Great Roaring Art, the Great Sealing Technique, and so forth. Each avatar would specialize in one Art and thod.
Indeed, in the realm of study, specialization is key. Within the Three Thousand Avenue, each path is incredibly profound, each with its own rationale for existence. Mastering any one path can lead to dominance over the world and unparalleled invincibility.
He selected ninety-seven distinct and useful Laws, infusing them into the minds of the ninety-seven avatars, allowing them to cultivate on their own. These avatars would be his trump card.
After all, he himself was imnsely powerful — what magnitudes of strength would result from ninety-seven united as one?
"Yes, the Thunder Scripture is ready." Finally, he had ti to rge with this Creator’s Thunder Scripture. Upon acquiring it, with the movent of the universe, it beca one with him, and his whole body crackled with electricity.
However, this did not raise his realm or seem to make him significantly stronger.
For he was already a creator.
"Hmm, looks like the Mother of Thunder was swallowed by the Purple Blood Beads," Yusuf Zuck remarked with a wry smile, shaking his head. The Mother of Thunder was indeed powerful, but it was swallowed by the Purple Blood Beads, failing to transmit power to him.
"Only three more to complete the Purple Blood Beads. Should I seek three more great nourishing items? If they truly beco whole, what will it be like?" Yusuf Zuck was curious, expectant, and a bit worried.
"By the way, sixty years have passed. I wonder how the outside world has changed. Ti to take a look." With that, Yusuf Zuck exited the Blue Sea and Cloud Sky, then burst out from the hidden lake bottom.
However, the mont he erged from the water, he was taken aback because—because a person stood atop the lake. It was Demi Garrett.
Demi Garrett stood on the water, aware of his presence and knowing he would appear now.
Yusuf Zuck’s heart skipped a beat. How strong had Demi Garrett beco? How did he know where he was and when he was returning to the world? Just to what terrifying extent had his Great Destiny Technique been cultivated?
"Hahaha, surprised you?" Seeing Yusuf Zuck’s pupils constrict slightly, Demi Garrett laughed faintly, "I’ve been calculating your presence in this area, yet unsure of the exact location. I’ve been here for three years, practicing all the while."
"You’ve been here for three years?" Yusuf Zuck exhaled deeply, still incredibly astonished. This Demi Garrett was too mysterious.
Yusuf Zuck had a great impression of this person, who had never hard him. Not to ntion, he was indeed a fellow countryman.
"Yes, for three years. I was thinking that if you didn’t erge, I’d be leaving." Demi Garrett chuckled, "Thankfully, you’ve co out."
"What are you waiting here for?" Yusuf Zuck asked curiously.
"There’s a few matters to discuss with you, and so to deliberate," Demi Garrett replied.
"What kind of matters?" Yusuf Zuck inquired imdiately.
Seeing that Yusuf Zuck seed sowhat cautious, Demi Garrett shook his head with a rueful smile, saying, "You’ve been closed off for a long ti, unaware of the outside situation, right? Your identity as the Child of Era was confird sixty years ago. You’re not one of the Five Sons of Heavenly Dao, so I won’t kill you. It’s pointless to kill; we needn’t kill each other."
"Oh? Such a matter occurred? Then who is the Child of Era?" Yusuf Zuck asked in surprise.
"It’s my nesis, the superior of the Celestial King, Yuan Sheng!"
"Him?" Yusuf Zuck’s eyes flashed with a killing intent. This Yuan Sheng deserved death.
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