Chapter 1480 Are You?
The second way, however, involved entering through the danger zones. This was why no one had attacked Dyon until his 6 months of protection were up.
It was possible to trek the long way to the entrances by going through the silver danger zones. However, this method required pa.s.sing a test that was difficult even for G.o.ds. This was a test that could be skipped if one could use the Low Gold City teleportation formations.
Unfortunately, the reason why the Demon Generals couldn"t use this method was because both methods led everyone to the same lobby area. This lobby area was a danger-free zone that acted as the first floor and resting area of every paG.o.da. This was the final "filtration" of sorts.
Many talented individuals from Clans who didn"t have a say in Low Gold City were greatly angered by this method. They had gone through all the danger, just to find themselves in a lobby where they"d have to pay an entrance fee anyway. It was blatant bullying. Yet, they could only accept it.
"The rules don"t matter to me. Even if the three of you came together, you would leave disappointed!"
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In a distant s.p.a.ce upon a ship that spanned several kilometers, a familiar middle-aged man suddenly awoke from meditation, coughing up blood onto his once pristine golden robes.
The man turned incredibly pale, his features shaking with rage as he watched his cultivation plummet from the 11th dao stage to the 10th. Just when it seemed he would fall out of the peak dao realm entirely, he quickly took out a pill from his spatial ring. He looked incredibly pained to be using it for such a matter, but in the end, he steeled himself and let it sink down his throat.
Moments later, his plummeting cultivation stabilized, managing to remain just above 82 enigmatic qi filled meridians, staying firmly within the 10th stage.
The middle-aged man grit his teeth to the point where golden droplets of blood fell. But in the end, he sighed. He couldn"t remember the last time he had lost his mind to rage, but this matter was definitely worthy of riling him up.
A cultivator could technically become a Higher Existence as soon as they entered the 12th dao realm.
This man was just on the verge of finally comprehending the final step to become a Higher Existence, and entering the 12th stage, all so that his work could be destroyed due to a single lapse in judgement.
There were only two explanations for why he couldn"t sense Faith attached to Dyon.
The first was that Dyon was part of a small collection of individuals who didn"t fight for territory. Maybe the Higher Existence was his master and had decided to pa.s.s on their Legacy before they transcended. Although this was rare, it wasn"t unheard of. Many hidden experts existed everywhere. Because it was so difficult to build up territory, geniuses born out of outstanding Clans often chose to remain lowkey and not interfere with the matters of hegemons. Though Higher Existences among them were rare, they existed.
The second explanation was one that scared the middle-aged man very much. If one Clan"s Faith is beyond the bounds of an expert"s comprehension, then it wouldn"t be so easy to sense. Only a Higher Existence could ignore these limitations to sense without restriction.
If the second was true, or even if just the first was true, he could only hope that the Higher Existence felt that he had been punished enough…
"I must speak with elder brother and father about this." The man stood, but suddenly stopped himself. "They"ve both entered secluded cultivation to pa.s.s this journey to the meeting the Esteemed Ones called for in regard to the Ancient Battlefield… It won"t be too late to speak to them then…"
The man sighed once more, closing his eyes to begin cultivating once more.
It was said that the opening of the Ancient Battlefield would be far more ferocious this time. Those Abandoned Clans wouldn"t give up until their Karma was re-established. With the end of all things seemingly approaching for this Mortal Plane, it seemed as though former rules are being thrown out with impunity…
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"Little sister, why have you come here today?"
A familiar young man looked toward Aritzia"s beautiful figure with a doting expression that still somehow bordered on indifference. Those who knew him knew that this about as much love and affection he could show, even his parents weren"t worthy of seeing this expression from him. Only his little sister had such a privilege.
This man was none other than the current key wielder of the Sapientia Quadrant, and also the man who called the meeting the Guild Heads all those years ago to introduce Clara"s Sapientia Network.
Back then, he had shown a dislike for the secrecy of Clara"s ident.i.ty. Even to this day he didn"t know much about her. This made him uncomfortable to the point where it felt as though he had a perpetual fishbone stuck in his throat. But Clara seemed to disappear without a trace too often.
"Are you aware of what happened on the celestial tier just moments ago?" Aritzia asked lightly.
The world was often confused by Aritzia. Everyone knew that she was far more talented and intelligent than her elder brother. By all rights, she shouldn"t even be on the saint floors anymore. Yet, not only was she still on a floor inferior to her strength, but she willingly gave up the Key to her brother.
That said, while this was a secret that baffled the martial world, those of the Sapientia Family knew very well what the reason behind these things were.
"Is that arrogant Emytheus still causing problems for little sister?" The young man"s golden eyes flickered with a slight amused light as he pretended not to know what Aritzia was referring to.
"Primus, be serious." Aritzia rolled her eyes.
Primus pretended to be offended. "Am I not allowed to ask about the men on my little sister"s husband candidate short list?"
"There are more serious matters at hand."
"More serious than my sister"s happiness? Ridiculous.
"This Emytheus has been performing decently. His Brotherhood group is a bit lacking, but they have excellent potential. I also don"t believe he"ll stay idle during this war. There"s quite a bit of pressure on True G.o.d Sacharro, hm?"
"A futile effort…" Aritzia said absentmindedly.