Donald behaved with remarkable enthusiasm, freely sharing the intelligence he possessed with Caelan and the others.
At the sa ti, the Supre Staff’s teasing voice echoed through Evelyn’s mind.
"This inheritor from the Titan race does not seem content with his current situation. His goal is probably not as simple as it appears on the surface. Unless I am mistaken, he is trying to evolve his inheritance item."
Evelyn froze slightly upon hearing this.
Evolve an inheritance item?
Was that even possible?
So the inheritor of the Titan race had actually chosen an entirely different approach? While everyone else was focused on constantly improving their own strength, his plan was to continuously improve the quality of his inheritance item?
Sure enough, in a vast forest, one could find every kind of bird imaginable.
anwhile, the Supre Staff’s tone grew increasingly amused.
It had suddenly realized that things were becoming more and more interesting.
At that mont, Evelyn voiced her question.
"Senior Supre Staff, according to the principles governing inheritance items, can they really evolve? If their quality improves, will the strength of their inheritor rise along with them?"
The Supre Staff gently swayed its body.
"That’s right. However, such a thing has only ever existed in theory. After all, as you already know, the equipnt wielded by the Chosen Ones of past generations could hardly be considered weak. Therefore, improving the quality of an inheritance item..."
"Tsk, tsk. All I can say is that the fellow from the Titan race certainly possesses an extraordinarily wild imagination! If they truly succeed, then perhaps completely reproducing the power of [Divine] may not be entirely impossible."
A trace of worry surfaced on Evelyn’s face when she heard this.
"If that is the case, how are we supposed to deal with him in the future?"
The Supre Staff remained silent for a mont before replying,
"With your current strength, it is indeed true that there is nothing you can do against [Divine]. After all, his regenerative ability is exceptional. Even if only a single strand of hair remained, he would still be capable of resurrecting himself. Of course, little Evelyn, there is no need for you to feel too discouraged."
At this point, the Supre Staff paused briefly before continuing.
"As your strength increases, once you eventually reach the very pinnacle, you will discover that the power of [Divine] is not actually all that extraordinary among those at the highest level. At most, it can be considered a rather excellent Law, but there is still a clear gap between it and a truly extraordinary Law."
"Besides, don’t forget that you are an inheritor of [Dark Titan]. Once you reach Level 900, perhaps you may even gain the ability to alter the rules themselves!"
To the Supre Staff, which had witnessed far too many supre powerhouses in its ti, the power of [Divine] was not especially astonishing.
Of course, if [Divine] itself were to appear in person, that would be an entirely different matter.
Awakeners who had reached the very pinnacle all possessed the ability to manipulate a portion of the world’s rules. These rules were the very foundation upon which the entire world was built.
For example, if soone awakened the Law of Fire, they would be able to manipulate flas of different forms in battle. They might even be capable of creating a fla that existed at absolute zero.
Besides the most basic elental Laws, there were also rules governing gravity, speed, and many other forces.
The Supre Staff gently swayed once more, temporarily pulling its thoughts back from such distant matters.
"Evelyn, I believe there is only one person you truly need to pay attention to. That person is Caelan."
Although the two sides were still in a cooperative relationship for the ti being, Caelan’s strength could no longer be underestimated.
At present, Caelan had not even formally stepped onto the path of the truly powerful, yet he had already grasped the power of a Domain. Although he had accomplished this with the help of a skill, that fact alone ant he had already touched upon the very edges of the rules.
Once one reached the true pinnacle, the difference between the strong and the weak ultimately lay in who had mastered more rules, and who possessed a deeper understanding of them.
It was said that Chosen Ones who reached the maximum level could understand the rules so thoroughly that they were even capable of modifying part of them.
That was why there was a saying that even the lofty gods themselves could not easily defeat a Chosen One.
Before they knew it, Donald had already led Caelan and the others into the inner chamber of the conference hall.
At this mont, a large number of Awakeners from many different races had already gathered together.
The instant they saw Caelan and Kate, they imdiately took the initiative to approach them and strike up conversations.
After all, which of these Awakeners was not a peerless genius of their own race?
Yet even they had heard countless rumors about Caelan—rumors so unbelievable and terrifying that they had filled them with despair.
Now that they finally had the opportunity to et him in person, they naturally wanted to know what kind of individual Caelan truly was.
After so brief small talk, the eting officially began.
Once the representatives of the elf race brought out a large collection of Fragnts of History, the human delegation followed closely behind and presented their own Fragnts of History as well.
The person leading the human delegation this ti was Caesar. As he produced the Fragnts of History, he also arranged them against the wall, piecing together a diagram filled with strange symbols.
Afterward, the other races also brought out their own Fragnts of History. So had more, so had less, and the scattered pieces gradually covered the enormous wall.
At present, the most crucial issue facing the myriad races was discovering the purpose behind the Lord of the Abyss’s actions.
Why had the Lord of the Abyss chosen this particular mont to forbid the myriad races from searching for Fragnts of History?
And what kind of secrets were hidden within these Fragnts of History?
The representative of the elf race was Honorary Speaker Florent.
His arrogant gaze swept across the Fragnts of History produced by the myriad races, and a faint mockery colored his voice.
"I originally thought all of you were rely pretending to be useless. It seems that most of you truly are useless after all!"
"Look at your pathetic accomplishnts. Even if all the Fragnts of History you obtained were added together, would they amount to as many as those brought out by our elf race?"
"I truly cannot understand what qualifications weak races such as yours possess to stand on equal footing with our glorious elf race."
Faced with Florent’s ridicule, the representatives of many weaker races forcibly suppressed the fury in their hearts. They lowered their heads, not daring to et his gaze.
They desperately wanted to say: Was the reason we collected so few Fragnts of History really because we were incapable of finding more?
Who could possibly understand the true situation better than the elves themselves?
Had you not stolen our Fragnts of History in the first place, it would still be uncertain which side possessed more!
Of course, faced with the overwhelming might of the elf race, no one dared to speak out in protest.
As a result, the atmosphere of the eting beca exceptionally awkward.
Although everyone had produced at least a few Fragnts of History, it still felt as though their contributions were little better than nothing.
However, now that matters had already reached this stage, there was little point in continuing to dwell on it.
After all, no one knew when the threat posed by the Lord of the Abyss might descend upon all of them.
The first to break the deadlock were the once-mighty Highland Tauren.
They pointed at the Fragnts of History displayed on the wall and spoke.
"Let us begin by explaining what we have discovered..."
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