Chapter 1172: Sterlena
Boom!
The explosion enveloped more than ten cells as countless abilities flashed around. As the prisoners were unable to use their Godly Energy, they were like helpless lambs awaiting slaughter, instantly vaporized by the explosion.
The first explosion shocked Krune as his senses caused time to slow down around him. It was his concentration being raised to the limit, to the extent he perceived time slowly.
His head slowly turned to the right, noticing a girl that seemed to be in her late teens smiling once as the veins on her body began to protrude.
Her meridians were sucked into her dantian as they turned into a sphere before brimming with a suffocating power. After all, it had been done by combusting her entirely, including the laws forming her Spiritual Incarnation.
It wasn’t the laws in her taking action, but rather, the laws themselves were being destroyed.
Even the attacks of Kirena and Brenker only destroyed a Spiritual Incarnation. As for the laws forming the respective Spiritual Incarnation, they were absorbed by the surroundings. No attack of a cultivator was capable of destroying the laws themselves, whether it was powerhouses like Kirena or actual Primal Gods at the Primal God Realm.
None were capable of destroying a law, even the tiniest of its fragments. They were only capable of destroying the bonds between various laws.
However, here, it was being overturned. A casual cultivator, one that wasn’t even strong among the prisoners trapped around her, had done that.
The entirety of her Spiritual Incarnation was destroyed, including all the laws forming it. And, the resulting explosion… wasn’t something anyone could ever hope to defend against.
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Seated on the captain seat in the ship was a lady in her early thirties, possessing a pair of calm, collected eyes. They had a sense of sharpness to it that only someone who had been through countless battlefields for more than a millennium would possess.
Her expression was cold as she asked the bandit kneeling before her, “How many prisoners do we have right now?”
“Around 7,650, my lady,” The kneeling man replied. “We’ll soon obtain enough to send into the Principality of Precipice.”
“Good.” The captain nodded. “We’ll gather everyone within the next three months and make a beeline towards our destination. The other ex-Primal Gods are also planning to tackle the Principality of Precipice. This is the first gateway into the core land of the infant supercontinent.”
“Once we establish our base there, we would grow to become an unstoppable force before this millennium ends.” She grinned as she thought about the endless possibilities. “The suppression at the core land is weakening as they’re returning to the same level as the God Realm. Even at present, I’ll be able to enter the Semi-God Realm once I head there.”
“The one who manages to reach there first would end up as the victor,” she muttered, soon gazing at the man. “Ensure everything runs smoothly.”
“Yes.” Bowing even lower once, the man got up and left to make the necessary arrangements.
Sighing, the captain gazed into the endless void, looking at the faint stars scattered across. “Such a mystical phenomenon this is, the creation of a supercontinent.”
Sterlena was once a Primal God, the ruler of her empire. Unfortunately, in her attempt to reach the God Realm, she had failed. As a result, the resulting calamity destroyed her continent.
Everything she had worked for ended up being in vain. Her family, friends, colleagues, subjects, everyone was gobbled up by the tribulation lightning that arose from her breakthrough to the God Realm.
Once she failed, she was obliterated. The resulting effect destroyed everything she held dear.
Thankfully for her, her journey didn’t end there. During her younger days, she had once come across a calamity that wounded her seriously.
And through this calamity, fragments of her Spiritual Incarnation were severed and fell below the God Realm, landing at the Mortal and the Godly Path Realm.
They formed danger zones in the two realms. Even though they formed massive danger zones in the two realms, the size of the fragments wasn’t actually big. It was because her cultivation was too vast that even a tiny, insignificant fragment of her Spiritual Incarnation created such massive zones.
As they were too tiny, she wasn’t able to revive through them. Time passed in such a fashion when the actions of some cultivators caused a strange treasure to be birthed in one of the danger zones.
As the ability of her Spiritual Incarnation was the creation of items automatically using the materials available around her, the created treasure actually managed to condense the entirety of the danger zone’s essence into it.
As it was an incomparably powerful treasure, countless sects in that realm fought for it. And over the annals of history, it was lost when the sect that had obtained it gradually declined.
After that, a lone cultivator chanced upon this treasure, using it as his trump card. Eventually, he ventured into another danger zone that was resulted by her. A resonance happened between the two as the treasure absorbed the danger zone’s essence, improving in quality.
And that’s when her consciousness slowly formed in it, allowing her to converse with the cultivator. She provided him knowledge on cultivation, allowing him to grow stronger quickly. In response, he ventured forth into other danger zones formed as a result of her Spiritual Incarnation, allowing her to gradually recover her strength.
From the Mortal Realm to the Godly Path Realm, she gained strength little by little. Since everything related to her Spiritual Incarnation in the God Realm was destroyed by the final tribulation, she wasn’t able to recover all her strength.
But after absorbing all the tiny fragments, she was able to condense her body. After that, she eventually managed to reach the God Realm and spent countless millennia in hiding while patiently recovering her Spiritual Incarnation.
As for the cultivator that journeyed with her, he managed to become a legend by then. Now that she had created a force once again, she had ventured into the infant supercontinent to gather some treasures that would allow her to survive the final tribulation and become a God.
When she was in her reverie, her face paled as she shouted, “That damn Abolition Tower!”
The ship that she painstakingly created had exploded.
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