Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast
Chapter 1556 - 1556 584 Human Race Darren Callum Ten

Chapter 1556: Chapter 584: Human Race Darren Callum, Ten Thousand Years Hastily Pass By_3 Chapter 1556: Chapter 584: Human Race Darren Callum, Ten Thousand Years Hastily Pass By_3 “`

And tore open a pathway into the mythical world.

With the inheritance of the Great Sun Cultivation Methods given by Jack Clark, the sisters Sherry and Sara Williams, already geniuses, broke through to the Ninth Tier in the Dharma Ending Age remarkably fast.

Then, entering the mythical world, they achieved a Mythical-level breakthrough and led the remnants of the Human Race in their quest to follow ancient traces, spending over a decade to reach this place.

By this time, Sara Williams had already reached the realm of a Heavenly King and was considered a formidable force among the rising ancients of the Human Race.

However, when they excitedly arrived in the ancient Human Territory, they discovered that among the Six Domains of Human, there was no ‘War General’ or anyone stronger by the name of Jack Clark.

In fact, there was no such person at all.

A millennia had passed since the world of ten thousand years ago, and Sara Williams’s cultivation had grown even stronger; she had become one of the Lords ruling over the Flame Wheel Divine Domain Dynasty.

Including those who had received Jack Clark’s inheritance, as long as they were alive, had become very powerful after a millennium.

Take the young man named Arthur with a scar on his face standing in front of us; back in the experimental relic, he was just a youth, following behind Sherry Williams.

Over the millennia, the sisters Sherry and Sara Williams had continuously searched for traces of ‘Jack Clark’.

This obsession was something many found incomprehensible, including Arthur and others. In their view, Jack Clark might have perished in the vast stretch of time.

Otherwise, with the strength and talent he displayed back then, his name would have shaken Heaven and Earth long ago in a span of ten thousand years.

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“Roasted sweet potatoes, roasted sweet potatoes, cooked slowly with coal, absolutely no trace of boiling; don’t believe it? Buy one to see.”

“Buy one and you won’t be disappointed, buy one and you won’t be cheated…”

In Mist River City, not far from the Clark family house, on the roadside, a roasted sweet potato stall blares out the sales pitch over and over through a speaker.

In front of the roasted sweet potato stall, where a large and rough-looking Violent Dragon King, Kavadola, was sitting on a small stool, yawning due to boredom as there was little business at around five in the afternoon.

Just then, a black-haired young man appeared silently at the street corner, walking towards the stall with a calm and unhurried demeanor.

Some pedestrians on the Pedestrian Walkway passed by from time to time, but they seemed not to notice the young man with a dignified countenance and a noble aura.

Even the Violent Dragon King Kavadola only ‘saw’ him when the young man reached his front, causing his face to change drastically as he suddenly stood up excitedly.

“King, you’ve returned,” Kavadola exclaimed.

Jack Clark nodded slightly, “How’s everything been recently? No issues, I hope?”

Knowing what he was asking about, Kavadola replied respectfully, “No abnormalities, very safe, including those around the king currently under my surveillance.”

“Alright, that’s good.”

Aside from preventing attacks from different races and the Evil God Sect Cultists, Kavadola’s existence was also to monitor any possible ‘traitors’.

At that moment, Jack Clark casually said, “By the way, there might be an enemy coming to Mist River City later, targeting my mother. Keep an eye out.”

Just after breaking through, Marcellus Larry told Jack Clark about the Demon God Puppets, including the fact that two of them had taken a high-speed train in the morning.

Therefore, Jack Clark directly distorted space and returned to Mist River City.

As for his brother Glenn Clark, Jack Clark did not pay much mind. With Mathilda Ward and Anstice present, and knowing about the enemy, if anything were to happen, that would be a joke.

After all, two entities merely at the Nine Demonic Marks Realm, at most bursting with the power of a Mythical King, could be suppressed with the flick of a wrist.

After a brief exchange, Jack Clark took a step and vanished at the end of the street in the blink of an eye, leaving behind the solemn-faced Violent Dragon King.

At that moment, Kavadola was somewhat excited.

Finally, an enemy had set their sights on the king’s family. It, the great Violent Dragon King Kavadola, would finally have its day of glory.

No one knew how long it had waited for this day; it was not easy, and to show appreciation, it must smash the upcoming foe into mincemeat with a single blow.

Since it wasn’t yet time to prepare dinner, outside the Clark family courtyard, by the roadside, Doris Clark was chatting with two middle-aged women from the neighborhood.

Due to Jack Clark’s influence, the houses near his home had become the most expensive ‘property’ in Mist River City, with prices per square meter reaching the staggering sum of a million.

And still, they were without buyers even at such prices.

The current street, apart from the early homes covertly acquired by the officials to protect Jack Clark’s family, consisted of courtyards snapped up by some quick-reacting tycoons for exorbitant amounts, while no other homeowners had sold their properties.

Even though some of these people earned only a few thousand or ten to twenty thousand a month, they resisted the temptation of selling for tens or even hundreds of millions.

After all, this was the home of the First Genius of the Human Race, under the Heavenly Martial Divine Emperor’s protection. As long as their descendants could have even the slightest connection with him, it meant endless wealth and honor.

“Jenny, did you watch your son Glenn’s match this morning?” one asked.

Doris Clark chuckled and nodded, “I did, it went well. Tiger’s first opponent wasn’t very strong, so he managed to win fortunately.”

Instantly, one of the elegant middle-aged women shook her head, “Jenny, you’re too modest. Your son Glenn’s opponent was the number one genius of Northern Shepherd Province; winning was no small feat, not just luck.”

“Yes, that young man Glenn is really impressive. One punch and the whole Martial Arts Arena was blown to smithereens. He truly deserves to be an advanced cultivator.”

“Oh, you’re exaggerating,” Doris Clark quickly played it down.

As Doris Clark was modestly brushing off her neighbors’ compliments, a smile tugging at the corner of her eyes, Jack Clark turned the corner and called out from a distance.

“Mom.”

“Jack,” seeing her suddenly returning son, Doris Clark first froze, then a radiant smile spread across her face.

The two middle-aged women became slightly nervous, watching the approaching young man with his warm smile, feeling constrained and in awe.

“Divine, Divine Martial Emperor.”

“Heavenly Martial Divine King?”

Facing the two somewhat ‘unfamiliar’ middle-aged women, Jack Clark nodded with a smile, “Ladies, no need to be so formal.”

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