Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast-Chapter 1891 - 706_2

"And the entire tribe must migrate away from this chaotic region, leaving the vast world."

Half of the civilizations in the ancient battlefield originated from the mythical world ’nearby,’ where they established divine realms, dominating vassal races across all directions with their presence.

However, primordial powerhouses cannot enter the mythical world, and thus, once they choose to leave the ancient battlefield, all civilizations must relocate their tribes.

Of course, these primordial powerhouses could also choose to abandon their tribes, letting the transcendent lives of their races remain in the divine realm of the mythical world, roaming the chaos together.

But in doing so, no one could guarantee what might happen in the future.

Without a primordial powerhouse holding the fort for the different races’ civilizations, there might come a day when their tribes are suddenly annihilated by an emerging new civilization.

Just like the Purgatory Demon Race, which ruled the forbidden area surroundings for a hundred thousand years, only to be crushed by the rising Blue Star Federation, leading to the annihilation of their tribe.

Abandoning the ancient battlefield rich with primordial resources, forsaking the eternal-level vast world abundant in extraordinary resources, even these primordial powerhouses now feel their hearts bleeding.

But with the current situation, it is the only choice.

Even Sparkling Heaven and Void show some solemnity, though only a trace, because the Human Race is different from these civilizations of other races—human potential is boundless.

Vanished for ten thousand years, Henry, whose talent amazed ancient times.

Jack Clark, who had already broken through the Sixth Heavenly Realm thousands of years ago, with his exact cultivation known only to himself and Void.

And a talent no lesser than Henry, perhaps even more shocking: Jack Clark. freewēbnoveℓ.com

Especially Jack Clark—given his rate of cultivation progress, Sparkling Heaven predicts it may take less than ten years for him to fully step into the Everlasting Realm.

And being even bolder, Jack Clark might have the potential to break through into Eternity within ten thousand years and become the supreme legend.

By then, the Human Race is destined to rise as an Eternal Divine Clan, standing unrivaled in the Endless World, where every newborn is born into myth.

Upon such thoughts, even Sparkling Heaven’s emotions ripple, filled with hope for the future.

But as the Blazing Heaven True Emperor is brimming with hope for the future, while other civilization powerhouses wryly prepare to accept this decision, Jack Clark speaks again.

"The ancient battlefield is of utmost importance to all of you and to my Human Race—thus, I have decided to enter the Seventh Layer Battlefield to suppress that Nine Nether Monster."

"What!"

"Supreme Divine Martial, are you saying you want to suppress that Nine Nether Monster!?"

Skyflame Supreme and the others were all stunned. With their cultivation levels, they even doubted their hearing, and the silver-blue figure was equally astonished.

But Sparkling Heaven and Void True Emperor’s faces instantly changed: "No! It’s too dangerous, Jack Clark—that is an immortal-level Nine Nether Monster."

Faced with the urgent looks from Sparkling Heaven and Void True Emperor, Jack Clark’s gaze remained calm: "Don’t worry, Seniors—I wouldn’t dare go unless I felt confident in my chances."

"With both my strength and Thunderflame’s, even if we cannot suppress it, we can ensure a safe retreat."

"However, if that’s the case, everyone will still have to withdraw from the ancient battlefield, leaving this chaotic region, to avoid being polluted by the awakened Nine Nether Monster."

Feeling the unwavering determination radiating from Jack Clark, Sparkling Heaven True Emperor struggled to find words to dissuade him.

At this moment, Void True Emperor, silent with his will until now, showed a trace of awe on his face: "Facing an immortal with the cultivation level of Primordial Supreme—a display of courage and strength that’s exceptional."

"But neither you, Jack Clark, nor any of us, have experience fighting immortals—we know nothing of how powerful they are, or what divine powers and talents they possess."

"Thus, I feel it’s better to act cautiously. Before entering the Seventh Layer Battlefield, we should prepare—perhaps by first crafting an avatar to enter."

As soon as Void True Emperor finished speaking, the silver-blue figure standing within the Void had a sudden change in expression: "It’s too late."

Noticing the silver-blue figure’s expression shift, everyone was seized by a foreboding sense of unease, and Sparkling Heaven True Emperor gravely asked: "What... do you mean?"

"It has already awakened."

As the silver-blue figure spoke, he raised his head towards the darkness-enveloped ’sky,’ a faint trace of panic flashing in his eyes.

Because Luo Jia, whose soul origin was also eroded by the Nine Nether Aura, was exceptionally attuned to the power of the Nine Nether.

Just moments ago, he keenly sensed the Nine Nether Aura corroding souls begin to stir—awakening, growing more alive, and accelerating its pollution.

Crackle Crackle!!

The ’sky’ of the Sixth Layer Battlefield shook as the Doomsday Emperor Dragon bit through the multicolored curtain of light, unveiling numerous black cracks, forming the shape of a massive black eye.

As if a terrifying monster was now watching those below.

Instantly, everyone felt a chill run through them—a visceral, soul-deep fear and trembling surged forth, leaving their faces marked with horror.

That Nine Nether Monster was more dreadful than they had ever imagined.

Just a strand of its will’s gaze filled them with fear like this—should its True Body descend, perhaps no action would be needed—just a look might distort and disrupt their consciousness.

It was too terrifying—run, escape immediately!!

At this moment, the entire Sixth Layer of the ancient battlefield, relative to the cosmos of the Sixth Layer Universe, felt like countless lives facing their mortal enemy—a primal terror of being preyed upon.

Even Jack Clark, under the immortal will’s strand of attention, felt a strong sense of oppression and danger.

For an instant, Jack Clark’s entire bloodstream boiled, and an intense Battle Intent surged within him, as the ginormous purple-black colossus behind him suddenly raised its head.

Roar! A deafening roar erupted, shaking space-time to its core.

Within this roar reverberated the Heavenly Tier’s imposing pressure, colliding with the aura of the Nine Nether will—instantly causing Skyflame Supreme and others’ consciousness to hum with deafening impact, their minds flooded with chaos.

Jack Clark shouted with determination: "Blazing Heaven Senior—the Golden Tribe’s affairs are entrusted to you. Thunderflame and I will ascend to intercept it and prevent it from descending."

"Luo Jia, I hope you honor your promise—else bear the consequences."

Saying so, and without waiting for everyone’s response, a terrifying power surged within Jack Clark’s body, radiating blinding golden-white light.

Amidst the brilliance, an awe-inspiring figure emerged—entirely cloaked in golden-purple battle armor, enveloped by golden-white flames, standing at an unimaginable height of ten billion kilometers with three heads and eighteen limbs.

Behind this colossal figure unfolded nineteen layers of multicolored Chaos Halos, stretching across a range of trillions of kilometers.

Instantly, an aura no less imposing than the Terminal Form of the purple-black colossus, who had unlocked the Dark Star Tenfold Heavenly Gate, descended on all.

Boom Boom Boom!!

Under the extremity of this Rule of Power’s aura—the heavens reversed, all creation disintegrated, and intangible vibrations caused the entire ancient battlefield to tremble madly.

Even the ruinous shockwaves sweeping forth from this overwhelming might flung everyone away uncontrollably.

Even the silver-blue figure, capable of temporarily bursting into Half-Step Everlasting Realm combat power, was hurled billions of kilometers away before he could maintain balance before this iteration of Jack Clark’s form.

When the crowd, recovering from the chaos, looked towards the golden-white light that had chased away the shadows, they couldn’t help but reveal astonishment.

At this moment, just Jack Clark standing there evoked instinctive dread within them—a deep, inexplicable fear and reverence etched into their bones.

"How is this possible!!"

Even Blazing Heaven True Emperor couldn’t help but gape in astonishment, staring in disbelief at the colossal being obscuring the heavens and blotting out the sky.

Dark Star Demon God, Thirteenth Wheel World-Ending True King in Apocalypse Form, enhanced by the Doomsday Emperor Dragon’s unparalleled talent—the Black Hole Tyrant Body—had pushed Jack Clark’s ’Rule of Power’ to unimaginable heights.

The form of his True Body transformed—now three-headed and eighteen-armed.