Creating Heavenly Laws

“Perhaps the Milky Way Star Lord has another fortuitous encounter?”

The Strongest one, Xia Qin, responded.

The reality was that the divine ability ‘World’ activated by Lin Yuan possessed an incomprehensible power far beyond the understanding of Strongest ones regarding eleventh-rank beings.

Therefore, in the eyes of many twelfth-rank ultimate existences, Lin Yuan must have relied on external aids. It was impossible for him to achieve that scene with his own strength alone.

Even the nine Strongest ones of human civilization instinctively thought so. They had indeed witnessed the astonishing phenomena caused when Lin Yuan stepped into the eleventh rank.

But without reaching the twelfth rank, no matter how profound one’s foundation, one still belongs to the lifeforms within the River of Time.

With his own strength alone, he wouldn’t be able to display such terrifying power, far surpassing the eleventh rank.

Actually, the Strongest ones’ thoughts weren’t entirely wrong.

Without the divine ability ‘World,’ Lin Yuan’s power, even if capable of sweeping through numerous eleventh-rank powerhouses, would still require a lot of time.

Among tens of thousands of eleventh-rank powerhouses, if they scattered and fled, Lin Yuan truly had no way to deal with them all. After all, he wasn’t a Strongest one.

The divine ability ‘World’ allowed Lin Yuan to fully unleash his strongest advantage. Enhanced twentyfold by the mysterious gourd and twice infused with the origin of the Chaotic Void, his internal world became vastly overpowered.

Of course, the terrifying power of the divine ability ‘World’ was entirely due to Lin Yuan himself.

If replaced by another powerhouse, even an eleventh-rank peak legendary lifeform possessing the exact same ‘World’ divine ability, they wouldn’t be able to cause such destruction.

An eleventh-rank peak legendary lifeform’s internal world would at most span hundreds of millions of miles. Even mastering the divine ability ‘World,’ what could they achieve?

“Probably,” replied the Strongest one, Xuanyuan, with a slight nod.

He agreed with Xia Qin’s viewpoint that the Milky Way Star Lord had another fortuitous encounter.

“The Milky Way Star Lord has indeed brought us a great surprise,” said Xuanyuan, glancing at the Strongest ones of the eleven peak racial forces in the distance with a smile on his face.

No matter the scale of the battlefield, for the Human Civilization Alliance to compete with other peak racial forces, it typically required brutal fighting and significant time to clash before achieving victory or eventual defeat.

Such a swift confrontation, where victory seemed imminent at the start, was a first for human civilization.

“Xuanyuan, those guys seem to be forming an alliance,” said the Strongest one, Void God, suddenly. His voice echoed in the ears of the other eight Strongest ones of human civilization.

At this moment, apart from human civilization, the ultimate twelfth-rank beings from the Insect Race, Tianyu Race, and Starry Sky Alliance were engaging in rapid communication.

Even the usually proud Strongest ones of the Calamity Race showed subtle changes in expression, evidently participating in the discussion as well.

Although the Void God Strongest one couldn’t discern their exact discussion, it was undoubtedly related to human civilization.

“Expected,” replied Xuanyuan calmly.

Just as in past wars, toward the later stages, other racial forces would often unite to oppose the Calamity Race Strongest ones.

Now, due to the Milky Way Star Lord’s overwhelming combat power, they had naturally become the new ‘Calamity Race’ and would be targeted by all peak racial forces.

Xuanyuan wasn’t surprised. If a similar powerhouse appeared within another peak racial force, human civilization wouldn’t fight alone either but would choose to form alliances.

At the edge of the core battlefield.

Lin Yuan suddenly appeared, carefully observing his surroundings.

“I remember the Insect Race’s mother nest, carrying the ancestral weapon ‘Nightmare Realm,’ fled in this direction,” said Lin Yuan as he examined every inch of space, his vision penetrating through layers of dimensions, searching for the strongest eleventh rank of the Insect Race.

After annihilating tens of thousands of eleventh-rank foreign beings at the battlefield’s center, Lin Yuan gave a few instructions to Xuanyuan You and other human civilization evolvers.

Then he personally pursued over twenty of the strongest eleventh ranks, who had escaped beyond the coverage of the divine ability ‘World’ with the help of their ancestral weapons.

Although Lin Yuan had reservations about ancestral weapons imbued with the techniques of twelfth-rank ultimate beings, eliminating those strongest eleventh ranks still represented a loss for the foreign races.

Even killing an avatar weakened their foundation, as condensing an avatar was no simple matter.

“I can feel the remaining causal aura of the Insect Race’s strongest eleventh rank in this region, but I can’t pinpoint its exact location,” Lin Yuan muttered, shaking his head. The ability to evade his perception was undoubtedly due to the ancestral weapon.

“Forget it, I’ll target another,” Lin Yuan concluded after searching fruitlessly for some time. He turned and left.

After Lin Yuan departed, the strongest eleventh rank of the Insect Race, hidden within a dimensional layer using the ancestral weapon Nightmare Realm, breathed a sigh of relief.

“How is the Milky Way Star Lord this strong?” the Insect Race’s strongest eleventh rank pondered with lingering fear. Nightmare Realm’s primary function was to suppress all soul-based powers, even in the hands of a Strongest one.

Yet now, Nightmare Realm was being used to conceal its presence, a purpose likely never attempted by its previous eleventh-rank wielders.

As an ancestral weapon, Nightmare Realm typically dominated eleventh-rank combat, capable of self-preservation even against the Calamity Race’s strongest eleventh rank.

This state of being a ‘beaten dog,’ however, was a first.

“What are the Empress Mothers planning? How do we handle the Milky Way Star Lord?” the Insect Race’s strongest eleventh rank mused rapidly, not daring to move even after Lin Yuan’s departure.

Elsewhere on the battlefield, Lin Yuan extended his right hand. Time and space rippled like a ‘Heavenly River,’ revealing an exceptionally beautiful woman with twenty pairs of wings.

“Found you,” Lin Yuan said with a thought, condensing time and space from all directions.

“Not good,” exclaimed Celestial Feather Meng, her expression shifting dramatically. Her angelic crown radiated holy light, piercing through dimensions with twelfth-rank energy, breaking free from the temporal bonds and fleeing instantly.

“Escaped again?” Lin Yuan sighed inwardly.

The strongest eleventh ranks wielding ancestral weapons could repeatedly escape death at his hands, not through their own strength but through the twelfth-rank techniques within those weapons.

“Given my current strength, dealing with the ancestral weapons of peak racial forces is indeed challenging,” Lin Yuan admitted inwardly.

His pursuit of the escaped strongest eleventh ranks was more opportunistic. Killing a few would be ideal, but failing wasn’t critical. At the very least, he had gauged the gap between himself and the Strongest ones.

“Hmm?” Lin Yuan’s thoughts shifted as he sensed a call from Xia Qin, one of the Strongest ones. On the Milky Way’s main star, his true self immediately split a fragment of his consciousness, connecting to the virtual world and entering Xia Qin’s personal domain.

Within the grand Evolution Tower, Xia Qin sat on his throne, and Lin Yuan’s form appeared below.

“Greetings, Strongest one,” Lin Yuan said, bowing slightly in respect.

“Lin Yuan,” Xia Qin remarked, observing him with some nostalgia.

The first time they had met, Lin Yuan had just stepped into the eighth rank, a young and inexperienced individual.

How much time had passed since then? Lin Yuan had grown to this level? Though the ultimate twelfth ranks believed Lin Yuan’s annihilation of tens of thousands of eleventh ranks relied on external aids, activating such aids also required strength.

To refine a Strongest weapon, for instance, at least a fifth-layer understanding of space-time was necessary. Without it, even if a Strongest weapon was placed before you, you couldn’t activate it.

“Strongest one, I…” Lin Yuan hesitated briefly, planning to share the explanation he had prepared with Xia Qin.

“No need to tell me,” Xia Qin waved dismissively. Human civilization highly valued privacy, and even among the Strongest ones, secrets were not casually shared.

Lin Yuan’s fortuitous encounters were his own business, not to be disclosed unnecessarily.

“Though the eleventh-rank foreign beings on the battlefield are nearly wiped out, the war isn’t over. You must be even more cautious from now on,” Xia Qin warned solemnly.

“The war isn’t over?” Lin Yuan replied seriously. Although the strongest eleventh ranks of the eleven peak racial forces had barely survived, their extinction wasn’t complete.

Even if those strongest eleventh ranks perished at Lin Yuan’s hands, the peak racial forces could still continuously dispatch new eleventh ranks to the battlefield.

“With so many Strongest weapons and treasures in your possession, those old guys will likely stop at nothing now,” Xia Qin said with a cold smile. He then added, “According to the rules of super-large battlefields, within the first hundred years of war, entry is permitted, but exit is not.”

“Understood,” Lin Yuan nodded.

In other words, even with his immense gains of Strongest weapons and treasures, if Lin Yuan’s Yang avatar perished on the battlefield within a hundred years, all those weapons and treasures would return to the peak racial forces.

“We are closely watched by those old guys and can’t help you transfer the Strongest weapons and treasures off the battlefield,” Xia Qin sighed.

The sheer quantity of Strongest weapons and treasures made Xia Qin envious. If they could be transferred out of the battlefield, the peak racial forces would suffer enormous losses. Moreover, these resources in Lin Yuan’s hands would greatly enhance human civilization’s foundation.

Unfortunately, all the peak racial forces were wary of human civilization’s Strongest ones secretly assisting in transferring the Strongest weapons and treasures from the battlefield.

Super-large battlefields were isolated from the outside world, preventing direct intervention by twelfth-rank ultimate beings. With so many watching, human civilization’s nine Strongest ones had little room for maneuver.

“If you feel unable to protect those Strongest weapons and treasures, you should abandon them,” Xia Qin advised.

In the super-large battlefield, Lin Yuan returned to the human civilization’s war base.

In the control room, Lin Yuan sat cross-legged.

“Six hundred and twenty-three Strongest weapons,” Lin Yuan noted as his consciousness descended into his internal world. The numerous Strongest weapons were piled like mountains, their terrifying aura spreading widely.

On his previous journey to the two-dimensional world, Lin Yuan had only acquired thirty-plus Strongest weapons. Now, their number had soared to over six hundred.

“So many Strongest weapons? And I’m supposed to abandon them?” Lin Yuan naturally rejected the idea. These were invaluable resources for cultivation. Even if he couldn’t use them, he could exchange them for other rare treasures.

Among the myriad races of the cosmic starry sky, Strongest weapons were a ‘universal currency’ used to trade for all kinds of resources.

While Xia Qin and the other eight Strongest ones of human civilization couldn’t think of a way to transfer these resources quietly, neither did the ultimate beings of the peak racial forces believe it possible.

Super-large battlefields were under their constant surveillance, and any interference by the nine Strongest ones would be immediately noticed by all ultimate beings.

Without the assistance of the Strongest ones, how could a single eleventh-rank being within the River of Time like the Milky Way Star Lord manage such a feat?

Although the ultimate twelfth ranks couldn’t accomplish this, it didn’t mean Lin Yuan couldn’t.

At the human civilization’s war base, Lin Yuan moved his thoughts and created a clone.

This clone carried a fragment of his consciousness, capable of demonstrating strength between the third and fourth tiers of the eleventh rank.

Lin Yuan stared at the clone before him, pondering momentarily before taking out a spatial bracelet.

Inside the spatial bracelet were over six hundred Strongest weapons and various treasures.

All the gains from this super-large battlefield were stored within the spatial bracelet.

With a swoosh, the spatial bracelet floated into the air, suspended before the clone, who gently grasped it.

Finally, the clone nodded slightly to Lin Yuan before vanishing from sight, disappearing from the super-large battlefield.

In the Mysterious Emperor Secret Realm, Lin Yuan’s clone appeared out of thin air.

“Haha, as expected, even within the super-large battlefield, I can easily enter the Mysterious Emperor Secret Realm,” Lin Yuan said with a smile.

Even twelfth-rank ultimate beings attempting to leave a super-large battlefield would cause significant spatial ripples, yet Lin Yuan, as the master of the Mysterious Emperor Secret Realm, could arrive there with a mere thought.

Although the super-large battlefield was isolated in time and space, it was still part of the universe. Lin Yuan could still descend into it effortlessly.

Moreover, leaving the super-large battlefield created no disturbance. The Mysterious Emperor Secret Realm was established by the Mysterious Sovereign himself.

The Mysterious Sovereign, a Chaos Realm powerhouse with a nine-layer understanding of space-time, had spatial achievements far beyond the imagination of the ultimate beings from the peak racial forces.

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