Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast
Chapter 1542 - 1542 579 Refining the Primordial Origin

Chapter 1542: Chapter 579 Refining the Primordial Origin, Protagonist Script_2 Chapter 1542: Chapter 579 Refining the Primordial Origin, Protagonist Script_2 At this moment, the entire universe seemed to come to life, slowly beginning to rotate. Some cells, following a certain pattern, began to autonomously converge, their internal runes merging and evolving.

Gradually, within that purple-gold ‘world,’ a majestic and towering figure of a deity’s phantom slowly emerged.

Around that hibernating deity, countless runes orbited and wove together, forming an immeasurable rune sequence chain that emitted a brilliant divine light.

This scene, watched from outside the ‘world,’ left Marcellus Larry utterly shocked, “He’s not just experiencing a sudden increase in cultivation level, he’s restructuring his God and Demon True Body!?”

Marcellus Larry had once seen Adam Garcetti absorb the primordial origin.

When Adam Garcetti obtained the primordial origin deep within the Stone Statue Ruins, his cultivation level was only in the latter stages of the mythic realm. Unaware of the origin’s value, he directly absorbed a strand of it.

At that time, Adam Garcetti’s cultivation had surged, breaking through to the mid-period of the Heavenly King level and his true body had also undergone a transformation, his aura becoming even more elusive and noble.

However, the changes that had occurred to Adam Garcetti were tremendous but still within the realms of normal understanding.

Whereas Jack Clark was now returning to the elemental state of the True Demon God Body, reorganizing life, and it was unknown what kind of transformation he would undergo.

Because Jack Clark’s transformation took place in another ‘world’ underground, no one in the outside world perceived it, nor did anyone know about it, except for Marcellus Larry, who quietly stood guard outside.

South City, night.

On the edge of the bustling night market, a popular roadside barbecue stand was bustling with Glenn Clark, Justin Welan, Zac Maben, White Veil, and Marcus Lindsay enjoying their meal and drink lively together.

All five of them were tall and burly, especially Glenn Clark, who resembled a smaller giant as he sank his teeth into a spicy grilled chicken leg, his face glistening with grease.

At this moment, Marcus Lindsay lifted up a large bunch of beer, “Tiger, come on, let’s take one down.”

“Alright, Big Bro Marcus,” Glenn Clark replied without hesitation, grabbing his cup.

After all, Marcus Lindsay was his elder cousin, and Glenn had to give due respect.

Marcus Lindsay finished his drink in one gulp, putting down the mug with a satisfied expression on his face, “Drinking chilled beer in heavy snow is just bliss, too bad Jack Clark isn’t here, or it would be even livelier.”

Then, changing his tone, Marcus Lindsay curiously asked, “Speaking of which, Mr. Willard, what brought you guys back all of a sudden? Has the war with the Purgatory Demon Race on the frontline ended?”

“We’re far from it, the war is nowhere near over.”

Justin Welan finished a skewer of meat in two bites and wiped his mouth, “Though we’ve won a great victory this time, we’re still a long way from total victory.”

“It’s said that there are even more powerful beings behind the Purgatory Demon Race and in time, a more vicious war could break out, even greater than the last one.”

Justin became excited while speaking, “You guys haven’t been on the frontline and so you have no idea how outrageous it was.”

“Giant Beasts covered the mountains, and Purgatory True Demons, equivalent to the Seventh and Eighth Layer Heavens, numbered in the millions; the whole view was lit up by the explosions of Crystal Energy Hydrogen Bombs.”

“Even at times, it felt like the whole world was shaking, the Earth undulated like tsunamis, and mountain peaks thousands of meters tall collapsed en masse.”

“If you weren’t careful, the residual waves from king-level and demon king clashes above your head would sweep by, and all you’d hear is the thunderous booming that shakes your brain.”

“Occasionally, a main cannon shot from a sky-based battleship passed by and a mountain range would vanish.”

“Especially our Federation’s sky-based Apocalyptic Weapons, their power is so exaggerated that with each strike, a piece of the continent would be destroyed, as if the surface was being cleansed.”

Zac Maben’s eyes bulged in astonishment, “Damn, the Frontline Battlefield is that exaggerated? How did you survive with your level of strength?”

Instantly, Justin Welan looked annoyed, “Hey, what do you mean, Mr. Lewis, you looking down on me as a Seventh-level high-order powerhouse?”

White Veil from across the table promptly flipped him off, “Dayum, we all know you’re at the Seventh Layer, you don’t need to keep reminding us.”

“But Mr. Lewis has a point. You said the hills were full of Seventh and Eighth Layer True Demons by the millions, and there must be tens of thousands of Nine Layer True Demons, how did you not get blown up in that scenario?”

Justin Welan boasted, “That question is simple. Our Human Race is nothing like those backward Purgatory Demons. Don’t forget, we’re a civilized society.”

“On the battlefield, our frontlines consist mainly of War Pattern mecha troops and saturation bombing with large caliber artillery and missiles, so the casualties among cultivators are actually not as high as imagined.”

“Plus, this Civilization War has seen countless Heavenly Feather Clan and Divine Gods Alliance different races’ corps joining in, and many tough armies were handed over to them.”

“Moreover, I am a Federal Genius, and people like us are generally assigned to relatively safe tasks when we go to battle; we don’t go deep into the fight.”

Then, coming back to his senses, Marcus Lindsay said sarcastically, “Cut it out, so you were just hanging around the edges of the battlefield, making soy sauce.”

Justin Welan’s eyes bulged, somewhat annoyed, “What do you mean ‘making soy sauce,’ Grandpa Walton here killed more than a dozen Purgatory True Demons and several hundred Demonized Aliens.”

“Besides, I’ve even withstood a level eight Demonized Giant Beast’s assault head-on, allowing it to roar and attack in fury without breaking my defense.”

As he spoke, pride washed over Justin Welan’s face again, that punchable smug look irritating Zac, White Veil, and Marcus profoundly.

Damn it, the guy’s cultivation level was just a little higher than theirs, advancing into the mythical world ahead of them. What’s the big deal? If he has the guts, he should compare himself to Jack Clark.

Then, Glenn Clark, who had just gobbled up three plates of barbecue, holding a skewer, curiously asked, “Big Brother Justin, those demon kings and Great Demon Kings, are they powerful?”

“And the Demon Gods, I heard my brother killed three during this Civilization War.”