Chapter 766: The Balance of the Great World

Antares told a story.

In the Great World there exists a very powerful race; their strength lies in talents, and this race calls itself the Chosen Race. Members of the Chosen Race can awaken a talent from birth.

By adulthood they can awaken at least five talents, the strong ones even seven, sometimes eight talents.

Their abundant and powerful talents easily grant them the ability to challenge higher tiers.

Being invincible at their own level is as simple as eating and drinking for this race.

If this continues, when everyone reaches the level of Super God, True God, or even stronger tiers.

The Chosen Race, relying on their various talents, can still be invincible at their tier, even slaying same‑level foes in an instant.

Thus it is no exaggeration to say they become the strongest race in the Great World.

But this situation changes after Level 90. Different races have different names for the tiers before Super God, and Antares explains them in terms Jiang Chen can understand. After Level 90, the effect of talents begins to wane.

As power grows, the impact of talents grows weaker.

Until, in the end, the gate to the talent world closes completely, and talents no longer affect strength at all.

Everyone returns to the same starting line. Among peers, who is stronger or weaker still depends on each one's understanding and control of power.

This is what is called balance.

With Jiang Chen's cleverness, he instantly grasped this.

In the Great World, an unseen force seems to silently maintain the balance of the whole world.

No one can hope to dominate alone; no absolutely powerful race exists.

"Who came up with the method to create it?" Antares said, "Do you know who thought of the way to produce talents?"

Jiang Chen replied, "It must be them."

Ah, fortune and disaster go hand in hand, the outcome nobody could foresee, Antares chuckled, "That's right, what a pity."

Jiang Chen thought for a moment, "If I'm not mistaken, the Chosen Race is about to be exterminated, right?"

"Smart!" Antares couldn't help but praise, "How did you guess that?"

Jiang Chen said, "The strong individuals of each race in the Great World probably wouldn't allow an absolutely powerful race to emerge.

You also said balance is needed."

Antares nodded, "Indeed, the Chosen Race was nearly exterminated, and the strongest ancestor in the clan was besieged and fell."

"Finally, the Chosen Race made public the method of preserving talents, which allowed them to survive."

Jiang Chen pondered for a few seconds, then slowly said, "It shouldn't be that simple; the strong of each race will surely place restrictions on the Chosen Race. If another invincible, talent‑overwhelming champion were to be born among them—"

Antares's eyes lit up, sparkling, "You're such a weirdo, you even thought of that. Indeed, although the various races outwardly spared the Chosen Race, they secretly confined them."

Jiang Chen let out a light sigh; the Great World truly is as cruel as he imagined.

"To harbor a precious gem is to bear its guilt; a tree that stands out in the forest will inevitably be felled by the wind."

The Chosen Race may be too conspicuous.

If they could conceal their strength and operate in secret.

When a multitude of invincible champions arise within the clan, their talents might truly allow them to surpass all other races.

Antares said all this, actually to convey two principles to Jiang Chen.

First is the very word "balance"; currently the Great World, whether its own will or the various races, all abide by it.

The Chosen Race is the best example; no matter how strong or wonderful the talents, they will eventually vanish.

Although they solved the problem with a special method, they almost brought about the danger of extermination.

Fortune and disaster are intertwined; fate is thus marvelous. The other principle is to stay low‑key.

Whether an individual or a race, before possessing overwhelming power, one should not be overly flamboyant.

Keep steady and avoid reckless waves, otherwise the Great World's tides will inevitably devour them.

Antares told Jiang Chen the method of preserving talents.

"Alright, you can now begin to comprehend the law."

"The process of mastering the law is the process of refining your soul."

"Remember, the soul is the foundation of everything, for all races alike."

"I'll go first; call me if anything arises."

After giving a final admonition, Antares slowly closed his eyes.

Grasping the law is not a matter of a day or two; it takes years.

In the soul realm, bone‑type and summon‑type spells each form a multi‑star magical system.

At their cores, laws also coalesce.

Jiang Chen began to observe and comprehend.

The soul eye opened, soul energy flowed and slowly enveloped the law.

He sensed every iota of it.

The benefits of the law's manifestation are obvious, and a flood of mysteries about the law follows.

Jiang Chen's soul became instantly immersed. The feeling was wondrous, completely different from when he previously sensed the law.

Each fragment of insight deepens countless times.

Days passed, and Jiang Chen lost track of time.

In the Human World, a massive army gathered.

This deployment includes not only troops but also countless professionals.

Guilds, Instance‑running parties, civilian organizations, and so on.

Anyone who wishes to go may go.

This expedition to the Dragon Race is not a siege or conquest, but a war of extermination.

It is a war between races.

No captives are needed, nor any mercy. Kill on sight; either he dies or I perish.

Such a matter, of course, cannot be shouldered by the Shenlong Empire alone.

After all, it concerns the entire Human Race, so other nations also got involved.

Li Xueru, as the only Divine Level array master among the Human Race—and also a High Divine Level array master—deployed a great number of Teleportation Arrays.

At this moment, the Shenlong Empire truly displayed its power to the world.

Li Xueru, Bai Yiyuan, Ning Tairan, Mo Xinghai, Feng Tianzong, Ye Chen Shi…

One High Divine Level after another appeared before the eyes of the world.

They are surrounded by laws, lofty above all, truly mortal deities.

The Shenlong Empire's strength forced every power and nation to shut their mouths obediently.

When other nations are still counting how many Divine Levels they have

the Shenlong Empire's High Divine Levels have already emerged in batches.

A single High Divine Level can suppress all other national forces, let alone more than one.

The Shenlong Empire truly became the foremost nation among the Human Race, the real king.

Li Xueru stands aloft, the Divine Summer Tower slowly rotating above his head.

Upon the earth, twelve massive cross‑dimensional Teleportation Arrays occupy vast territories.

These colossal cross‑dimensional Teleportation Arrays are gigantic, each covering a radius of a thousand meters.

The twelve arrays form a circle, emitting a faint glow beyond the Teleportation Array, gathering countless troops. A black, oppressive mass stretches endlessly. Closest to the array are Shenlong Empire soldiers, followed by various professionals and the forces of various factions.

Li Xueru's gaze flashes like lightning, "Teleportation initiated!"

Accompanied by a series of booming sounds, the twelve Teleportation Arrays activate simultaneously.

Massive pillars of light surge skyward, illuminating the heavens.

Twelve beams of light, like sharp swords, shoot out and strike the Divine Summer Tower.

The Divine Summer Tower gathers the energy of the twelve massive Teleportation Arrays and suddenly expands.

It emanates a strong aura of law, the array's principles manifest.

An incomparably terrifying force sweeps out; within a thousand‑mile radius everyone feels breathless, as if a mountain presses overhead.

Li Xueru flicks runes from his fingertips, each rune also bearing the aura of law.

Seemingly unremarkable law light.

Finally, the tip of the Divine Summer Tower shoots out a beam.

The sky instantly forms a black hole, within which the Dragon Race's world is revealed.

"Advance! Down!"