"This is the reason I'm powerful."
Munis reached out and grasped, extracting all the painstakingly cultivated power from the beautiful woman.
Clatter!
An Eighth Tier Tenth Layer Divine Format fell into Munis's hand.
The other people showed a trace of fear on their faces.
So, the energy core within them, known as Divine Format, was taken in this way?
"What is a prodigy?"
A faint voice ca, speaking calmly:
"The more solid the cultivation, the more stable the realm, being invincible in the sa tier, that's a prodigy."
"Able to resist the siege of four at the Fourth Layer by myself at the Eighth Tier Eighth Layer, defeating strength with weakness, do you now understand how solid my realm is?"
The voice was steady, as if narrating the world's common sense.
"You should all have heard of , the ascetic who tirelessly trained, never elevating dinsions in the first trial, spending 99% of his life laying the foundation, nobody understands... the solidity of a realm better than I do."
"The power you've cultivated your whole life, is superficial and insubstantial, when a person dies it disperses like floating duckweed."
"If this isn't superficial, what is it?"
Munis turned his head, gazing steadily at the remaining three leaders who showed fear, and spoke slowly:
"But I, possess the powerful strength reinforced by God step by step."
"You consider yourselves to have a deep foundation, but when the foundation you've cultivated your whole life falls into my hands, whose foundation isn't deep?"
"This power won't die with death, but will transform into Divine Format, passed to the next generation to inherit..."
"This eternal deep foundation, people of successive generations consolidate the sa [realm] together, a realm passed down three generations, when a person dies the realm remains, if not a solid realm, what can be called a solid realm?"
Divine Format, is sothing that can be renowned through the ages.
Munis showed a trace of fanaticism, evidently, this is the universal principle he understood through failures in the God's laboratory, collapsing, then reinforcing, and collapsing again...
Thus, this ascetic changed.
Changed into another kind of ascetic squatting in the equipnt reinforcent room, frantically reinforcing his realm.
Reinforce Divine Format 1 2 3.
Broken?
Can't afford the anti-break scroll?
Purchase a new Divine Format, continue reinforcing from the start 1 2 3...
With each shattering, starting anew, led him to thorough enlightennt.
He grinned,
"I achieved today's realm all thanks to my effort!"
"Aren't these the efforts I've put in over the years?"
Munis recalled those dozens of shattered Eighth Tier Divine Formats, and couldn't help but feel imnse heartache.
After all, the number reaching Eighth Tier breakthroughs in their cosmos wasn't scarce.
All were extracted, serving as basic Divine Formats, shattering in the process of repeated reinforcent!
This Pope did not know how much national power was expended to reach today.
A series of reinforcent shatters had driven his whole being crazed.
Mumbling and ntally strained,
they even denied his efforts, claiming his realms ca from nothing, superficial?
"Enough, enough, let show you my solid foundation."
As he finished speaking,
Munis absorbed the new Eighth Tier Tenth Layer Divine Format in one breath.
A trendous force erupted suddenly, "Now, I've arduously cultivated two more realms, you are no match for anymore."
Insane.
Truly insane.
Witnessing this almost mythical terrifying scene, a frightening thought flashed through the Nisailan Country Emperor's mind.
How did cultivation beco so simple?
Could it be, there truly is a God in this world?
An overwhelming fear quickly engulfed his heart.
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