Chapter 286

"Just right to enhance the proficiency of the Hand of Death, and by the way, thoroughly comprehend the Overlord Spear."

The strength of the enemies in the Rift Battlefield was ultimately too powerful.

Although he hadn't encountered any he couldn't solve yet.

But he thought, he would always encounter them.

Making his strength stronger in advance would never be a bad thing.

Sitting cross-legged, he started a campfire.

Chen Ang took out the Enlightenment Tree leaf, just like using the residual leaf of the Enlightenment Tree; he first boiled a pot of water, then used it as tea to soak, and then picked up the cup and drank it in one gulp.

A mysterious aura emanated from Chen Ang's body.

Ancient.

Strange.

Vaguely, there was also a deepening of Dao rhyme.

"Hoo."

Taking a deep breath of turbid air, Chen Ang slowly closed his eyes.

The power of death erupted inadvertently, forming black mist around Chen Ang, shrouding him.

And while Chen Ang began to enhance the proficiency of the Hand of Death.

At the same time.

In the Wuqu Academy.

Principal's office.

The old man sat behind the desk, holding a teacup and taking a sip; the old man was already used to the taste of bitterness followed by sweetness.

It was just that after taking a sip, he looked at the old man in front of him and couldn't help but laugh, "Why are you here again?"

"You still have the nerve to say that? After you went to my place and told me some good news, you just left; it made my heart itch; how could I stay? Isn't this why I came back immediately after solving the matter on the Saint Hall side?"

"Alright, stop talking nonsense; hurry up and call that student you mentioned for me to take a look at, to see if he is as monstrous as you said, and just let me see his talent, whether it's as awesome as you said."

Hearing this.

The old Principal said helplessly, "Then you're late."

"Late? What do you mean?" The old man was stunned for a moment, revealing a look of suspicion.

The Principal explained, "That guy went to the Rift Battlefield; if there are no accidents, he won't come out before the competition with the Abyss Demons and those guys from the Wan Xingta."

"Rift Battlefield? Tsk, that's troublesome; if it were in a Secret Realm, I could still grab him out, but in the Rift Battlefield, I can only wait dryly."

The old man was immediately extremely disappointed.

The old Principal laughed, "It's been so many years, you should change your impatient temper; why are you so anxious? Anyway, there is plenty of time; you can see him just the same after he comes out."

"But speaking of which, didn't the higher-ups ask you to go guard the Realm Abyss before? Why don't you go?"

"Pfft, what's the point of guarding the Realm Abyss? Those guys are all shrinking and hiding, not even daring to fight; if I went, wouldn't I be bored to death?" The old man sneered, his voice disdainful.

Regarding this, the old Principal shook his head, "There's no other way; those few adults have all speculated that the final day is in our generation or the next, so the closer it gets to such a time, the more conservative those guys become, unwilling to waste any power before the final day arrives."

"After all, they all crave to ascend to that seat."

"Who doesn't crave it?"

The old man sneered, "Ascending to that seat is equivalent to being invincible in the myriad heavens; even gods can be slaughtered with a wave of a hand, but they don't think about it—some existences do have the qualifications to ascend to that seat, but some existences, like the god of the goblin race, actually dare to dream? I spit."

"Even I can't be beaten; it's simply daydreaming."

"Anyway, nothing interesting has happened recently, so naturally, I don't want to go sit in the Realm Abyss."

Hearing this, the old Principal seemed to have thought of something, narrowed his eyes, and after his gaze flickered for a moment, he said in a deep voice, "Speaking of which, it's not like there are no big things happening."

"Hmm? Did you hear any news?"

"Hmm."

The old Principal nodded, brilliance flickering in his eyes, and said slowly, "The one in the deepest part of the abyss seems to intend to use a layer of the abyss to create an existence similar to the Rift Battlefield..." ===== CHAPTER 287 =====

239: The existence that controls the entire Abyss.

Hearing this, the old man's expression suddenly turned grave: "The one above the Abyssal Demon Gods?"

"Correct." The old principal nodded.

Upon receiving confirmation, the old man's expression became even more solemn.

"Is it insane? To forge a layer of the Abyss into an existence like the Rift Battlefield, what is it trying to do? Is it so lonely that its brain has rotted? To replace the Rift Battlefield? Even if it is the Lord of the Abyss, it doesn't have that capability."

"That's not necessarily true." The old principal took a sip of tea calmly, showing no fluctuation. "You and I both know the secrets within the Rift Battlefield. Everyone wants to become its master, but no one can—at least for now, no one is qualified, not even the gods."

"And the God Kings even less so!!"

"But they have waited too long, waited until they are somewhat impatient."

"Under such circumstances, other ideas naturally arose, wanting to accelerate the arrival of the Final Day."

Hearing this.

The old man raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"Isn't the meaning obvious?"

The old principal smiled faintly. "Forging a layer of the Abyss into something like the Rift Battlefield is impossible; as you said, it is tantamount to wishful thinking. But something secondary for an existence of that level is not a problem."

"But even if it succeeds, it cannot be like the true Rift Battlefield and allow it to ascend to that seat."

"Therefore, the only purpose of doing this is nothing more than to win over a batch and suppress another."

"You must know that every layer of the Abyss can give birth to a Demon God. If one layer of the Abyss is forged into an existence like the Rift Battlefield, it means a Demon God must perish."

"However, even if a Demon God perishes, the divine seat remains there. Do you think no one will be tempted?"

"Even if existences like you and me are not interested, there are so many worlds in the heavens; there will always be someone who is tempted."

"If they are tempted, what then? They can only drag their own world into the Abyss and merge it with that layer of the Abyss."

"At that time, it wouldn't just be one world doing this, right? At the very least, there would be hundreds of worlds. And you and I both know the characteristics of the Abyss: the larger a layer of the Abyss is, the stronger the Abyssal Laws, the more divine seats it can accommodate, and the more Demon Gods it will give birth to."

"In this way, it will attract even more worlds."

"As the one who controls the entire Abyss, isn't this equivalent to strengthening its own foundation?"

"Besides, this behavior itself is also seizing the power of the Rift Battlefield. Doing this will naturally cause the Final Day to arrive early."

Hearing this.

The old man fell silent.

His eyes flickered with contemplation.

After a long while, he took a deep breath and asked, "As the principal of the Wuqu Academy, you have more contact with those few than I do. You should know news that I don't. So tell me, what are the thoughts of those great ones?"

"What else could they be?" The old principal smiled faintly. "Just wait and see."

"Do nothing?"

"That wouldn't go that far." The old principal shook his head and said with a smile, "If it is truly as I guessed, the pieces of our World of the Gifted will also have to be inserted."

"Other than that, there won't be any major movements. After all, our World of the Gifted has also reached a critical moment."

"Compared to the power systems of other worlds, the growth of the transcendents in our World of the Gifted is actually easier and simpler, but in some aspects, it is also more difficult."

"It is simple to grow because our predecessors explored a complete system."

"It is more difficult because what was explored is the most superficial system of the World of the Gifted, not the core. This leads to the fact that unless one is an extreme gifted, ordinary gifted individuals, even if they reach Tier 7 or 8, are still slightly inferior within the same tier compared to top-tier factions like the Sanctuary or the Abyss."

What is a superficial system?

To put it bluntly.

It is an evolutionary route for the most ordinary talents.

For them, regardless of any talent, there is never only one evolutionary route, but several.

Among them, one evolutionary route is the ordinary route. This route is easy to explore, but the increase in strength brought about after evolution is the weakest.

There is one that is a powerful evolutionary route. The power brought about after evolving through this route is strong, allowing the gifted to be no weaker than top-tier factions like the Abyss or the Sanctuary at the same level.

Among them, perhaps there are also mutated evolutionary routes that can allow the gifted to suppress transcendents of the same level after evolution.

Today, many ordinary evolutionary routes in the World of the Gifted have actually been explored.

But not many powerful routes have been explored.

Mutated routes have even fewer leads.

Even if the World of the Gifted has powerful gods.

Those powerful gods are also helpless in this regard.

Because this is a characteristic of the World of the Gifted itself.