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Chapter 878 - 476: In a Hurry of Two and a Half Years_2

Chapter 878: Chapter 476: In a Hurry of Two and a Half Years_2

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Fang You checked the changes in the Secret Realm’s land and the base’s architecture, then he began to use the Mysterious Realm’s Power.

The Mysterious Realm’s Power of the eighth-level Secret Realm was in no way inferior to the World’s Power, and he found it even more effortless to wield.

"It’s indeed vast, the power of the eighth-level Secret Realm, yet when I borrow it, it seems to bear no burden on me? It’s almost as if this power is my own."

Inside the Secret Realm, he could make the sun and moon revolve.

Outside the Secret Realm, the power was like a great river gently coiling around his wrist, and as his thoughts shifted, it morphed into various weapons such as knives, swords, and spears.

At this moment, he stood beyond the boundless frontier.

On the huge, bright barrier of Blue Star, a giant sword appeared, its scale no smaller than that of an entire world.

He wielded it as if it were an extension of his arm.

Is this the power of the Secret Realm?

"And unlike the World’s Power, which consumes energy just to take on a shape or change, the Mysterious Realm’s Power doesn’t diminish at all."

It was as if the Flamefire Secret Realm had turned into a precious divine weapon; he held it with one hand and relied on it to confront his enemies.

He really did lift it.

The Flamefire Secret Realm turned into a sphere of light and merged into his body.

Instantly, his strength surged, and Jin Hui shone brilliantly.

Fang You felt as though he had limitless strength—as if he could explode the great dominion with just one punch.

Of course, that was an illusion.

To explode the great dominion, one punch wouldn’t suffice—at least, it would take a few.

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Time hurried on, ceaselessly ticking away.

In the blink of an eye, two and a half years had passed.

Since the incident at the central trial site, the Ghastly Realm had gained a rare period of calm.

The Evil God’s calamitous visions still appeared from time to time, spanning the vault of heaven above, lingering for hours or days before gradually dispersing. But whether it be ordinary citizens, or the mythic and demigod beings that were aware of the impending disaster, all had become exceedingly calm.

It’s just the Evil God’s calamitous visions—after seeing them so often, one gets used to it.

The epicenter of the calamitous visions’ eruption was undoubtedly in the central Ghastly Realm. The power of the visions spread to all corners of the Ghastly Realm, having weakened countless times, and aside from looking terrifying, it was more or less nothing.

The few Mysterious Evil siege incidents triggered by the visions failed to break through the well-prepared defenses of the Great Oasis and the super-oasis forces.

As long as high-ranking servants of the Evil God and the Evil God’s Followers didn’t trouble them, the major powers could remain safe and sound.

However, the leaders of these major powers were aware that this peace was only temporary.

Some information about the Evil God’s faction, through the hands of the Trialists, gradually spread within the human forces and was conveyed to the outside world.

"So we must not take this lightly."

"When the second sign of the Evil God’s awakening arrives, indeed many of its servants will emerge from the central Ghastly Realm, bringing endless calamities."

"Taking advantage of the current situation, where the Evil God’s servants can’t leave in large numbers, we must quickly accumulate strength."

"True, if the apocalypse is to come, this is the slim chance we have been given to prepare."

"The Evil God and the Ghastly Realm have a strange symbiosis, and since the Oasis is part of the Ghastly Realm, perhaps we could use the Oasis’s power to limit the Evil God? After all, the Evil God also relies on the Ghastly Realm to devour worlds beyond, to grow its own strength."

"Whatever the idea or plan, our immediate priority is to enhance our personal strength. Being in the Demigod Realm is too weak; without sufficient power, only those in high positions will have the ability to survive."

"Indeed, this king has already vaguely found his own path to a higher position."

"Heh heh heh, this emperor has as well."

"It’s as if nobody else has found their path."

The human alliance meeting was frequently convened.

The leaders of various powers, mythic beings, and demigod powerhouses also communicated through this platform from time to time.

Some peak demigods have claimed to have found their path to higher status, and would soon make a breakthrough. This inspired the spirits of the mythic beings within their powers, but when all the peak demigods claimed to have found their paths, the mythic beings were a bit bewildered.

That’s bull!

If the path to a higher status were so easy to find, the big shots would have ascended long ago; there would have been no need to wait until now.

But everyone claims to have found their path—who would dare to say they haven’t found it?

Demigods certainly didn’t want to lose face.

"However, who ultimately received the inheritance of the eight great pillars?"

"Indeed, apart from the first pillar’s inheritance power, the other seven have been taken, but who exactly took them—was it the reincarnated Ancient Gods, or was it us humans?"

"It’s most likely us humans, though it’s also possible that descendants of the top-ranked Ancient Gods took it, but exactly who..."

Those peak demigods who claimed to have found their path to higher status, among them, it is highly likely that some have received the inheritance of the pillars.

Who exactly is it? The demigods are keeping it tightly under wraps.

Even those who did not receive the Divine Pillar’s inheritance might have found a way or two, a few ways, to the path.

In this era, the world is showing its favor.

"But I’ve heard that finding the high road and actually reaching the top of the high road are separated by quite a distance."

"That distance could be years, even decades."

"The high road, sigh, is too remote. We should still strive to gather three strands of divinity and break through to demigod... at least that has some hope."

In two and a half years’ time, human power had also developed rapidly.

Successively, some forces advanced to the Nine-Level Oasis, and powerful leading forces emerged, promoting a second or third Nine-Level Oasis.

Perhaps stimulated by calamity, numerous mythical experts and those of the Six Senses dared not idle any longer and left the oasis to explore, seeking breakthroughs.

In just two and a half years, human strength had significantly improved.

And as for the high positions...

"Hey, how long will it take you to complete the high road?"

Inside Flamefire Oasis, Yiluo Xi observed An Jianyou, seemingly trying to discern something from her.

Hm, she wanted to step into the high positions before her rival An Jianyou.

Emperor Yiluo Xi had painstakingly cultivated in the Time-Swirled Secret Realm for tens of years, already at the peak of demigod, and under her mentor’s guidance, found her high road.

Hm, she called this road the Empress’s Path.

Atop the peak of secrets, proud amongst the world, she would stand tall atop the Ghastly Realm’s summit.

This was her grand ambition.

Her minor goal was to defeat An Jianyou, who was just a tad stronger, in official combat.

She always lost in same-level fights, but if she could step into the high positions first and then challenge Youyou, wouldn’t she win for sure? Hmm.

This was her wisdom.

Yiluo Xi thought about her path, busily eating all kinds of sweets that An Jianyou had paid for while slyly gathering intelligence on An Jianyou.

An Jianyou’s method of eating was much more refined. She delicately picked up a piece of cake, equally contemplating her high road.

Her high road, unsurprisingly, had a billion relations to Mysterious Evil!

She used to be so scared of Mysterious Evil, but now after seeing it too much, she always thought, Mysterious Evil is rather handsome.

"Completing the high road still requires a long time."

"Really?"

Yiluo Xi asked, her tone rising slightly, drawing the attention of many in the restaurant.

An Jianyou pushed her down.

"With all your energy, why not do more tasks?"

"My task completion number and rate are among the top in the organization, okay?"

"Then you might as well read more books, the mentor said you failed your cultural studies again."

Yiluo Xi: Orz.

"Is that my fault, when textbooks are getting thicker by the day? Just for the Mysterious Evil Pictorial subject alone, the number of Mysterious Evils went from a few hundred to thousands. I have to memorize thousands of Mysterious Evils—this will be the death of me! A simple fireball could wipe them all out."

Maybe that’s the reason the mentor didn’t ask you to memorize them all but allowed you to only memorize those of the Seven Stars and above.

An Jianyou knew this very well.

Who else but her could be Yiluo Xi’s coaching teacher?

Besides the mentor, probably no one understood Mysterious Evil better because, well, the number of Mysterious Evils in the compendium had increased from a few hundred to a few thousand, hmm, because this is her hard work over the past year-plus.

This was part of her path to the high positions.

Who would have thought it would also make the culture exams harder? Except for pure academic losers like Yiluo Xi, there shouldn’t be many who would struggle with culture exams, right?

Chi Yan sneezed.

Xing Jing Lei wistfully stroked his stubble.

Teacher Fang flipped through the increasingly thick textbooks, "Sure enough, the Ghastly Realm waters run deep. Speaking of which, various Evil God minion tribes have some associations with Mysterious Evil—should I include this in the textbooks as well?"

He pondered.

Suddenly, he looked up, peering across layer upon layer of the Star River towards the Ashfire Secret Realm.

There, a sword cry soared.

Golden radiance paved a divine path, leading straight to the heavens.