Chapter 1340 God Seat
"Krune has grown stronger once again." Just as Solare intended to gather his strength and move forward, he heard a familiar voice from behind him. Turning around, he asked in surprise, "Aunt Seamstress, what are you doing here?"
"I'm resting." The Seamstress smiled, patting her bulging stomach as she said, "I'm content with watching it from afar. It's not safe for my child if I move into that sea of Godly Energy at present."
"I think it'll become even stronger from here on, aunt," Solare said, moving before the Seamstress to act as a shield. "I think it'll get even stronger once more seals are removed. You should watch it from afar."
"That's the plan," the Seamstress said as she calmly gazed through the crowd of people gathered in the area, grinning as she whispered, "Boy, be honest with me. Do you see anyone to your fancy here?"
"Anyone to my fancy?" Solare was confused for a moment before his face reddened in response. "Aunt, I'm still too young for that."
"Young my ass." The Seamstress retorted, "You're almost 150 years old. Most your age would have great-grandkids by now."
"Ahaha." Solare smiled wryly, unable to retort to her. "I don't fancy anyone yet."
"Well, take your time." The Seamstress smiled, patting his shoulders, unwilling to pressure him. "But don't take too long either."
"Also..." She smiled as she continued, "Many pretty immortals from the three continents have joined us. This is the best time for you to court someone. Don't miss this opportunity."
"Aunt, can't I just focus on that treasure?" Solare looked like he wanted to cry.
"You can't marry an object…" The Seamstress retorted before saying, "Well, if you have a preference, I'll find you someone suitable."
"I…uh…" Solare struggled to form words. It was usual for him, having been pampered a lot since the start.
When they were in Layer 3—Double Ocean—of the Sub-Realm, Krune and the Seamstress pampered him a lot, giving him the best passive skills to train with, not to mention a heap of resources to support himself with.
Once he went to Layer 2, it was pretty much the same as the Seamstress casually gave him a pill that would bring his cultivation to the level of a Red Demon. After that, Feifei helped him reach the peak strength equivalent to a Black Demon.
After arriving at Layer 1, it was Zamura and Zamuria that supported him. And once he arrived at the Mountain Sect, he had a whole group of uncles and aunties that doted on him.
From the start, he had been carried by everyone, having not faced many hardships. Even when Krune and the Seamstress left him behind at Layer 3, they had already made him super strong. So, he didn't face any problems even after that as he casually hunted terrifying creatures and grew stronger naturally, even going to the extent of wounding Gehen—the first King of Double Ocean.
As he hadn't experienced hardships, it was hard for him to relate with others. And in a similar fashion, he didn't have a group that he journeyed with. In the Sect, he was treated as a young master and was alone among his peers.
And now, upon seeing Zamura remove the second seal, he sighed, watching the wave of Godly Energy turn stronger, pushing him back by another ten meters.
Slowly, he began to gather power, riling up his laws that began to combat the incoming Godly Energy waves, slowly beginning to fly forward.
Upon seeing his figure continuing to stride forward, the Seamstress let out a helpless smile as she retreated, landing on a nearby floating island as she observed the action from there.
There were hundreds of seals on the cube as it took a couple of minutes for Zamura to remove each. With every seal removed, the force of the exiting Godly Energy increased.
"Thankfully, we moved to this barren corner," he muttered, removing the tenth seal, noticing that his hands had begun to mildly tremble as a result. All those at the Semi-God Realm were already a kilometer away at this point, unable to close in any longer.
Slowly, Zamura began to remove more and more seals, with the exiting force of Godly becoming increasingly difficult to endure.
Time passed in such a fashion as after almost a day from when he removed the first seal, Zamura had finally arrived at the finals seal, coughing out blood as it wasn't able to endure, barely struggling as he unleashed all his strength to endure and remove the final seal.
"Ugh!" Krune grunted, now twenty meters sway from Zamura, looking around to notice that even the Primal Gods had been moved a couple meters from their initial spots, displaying the sheer force of the exiting Godly Energy.
However, at the moment Zamura removed the final seal, the Godly Energy waves stopped abruptly, causing the surroundings to turn calm as slowly, the cube in Zamura's hands slowly vanished as a flat platform now hovered before him, slowly enlarging in size.
It was cylindrical in shape, sporting a diameter of one meter and a height of 10 centimeters. It was nothing spectacular in terms of appearance, but it contained a mysterious, unfathomable aura.
Upon gazing at it, Sterlena shuddered, muttering, "Impossible! How is it here? How is this possible?"
"What is it, big sis?" Krune asked, watching the shocked expression of Sterlena.
It seemed she was the only one able to recognize what the object before them was, having been the sole person here that had attempted to reach the God Realm before.
"God Realm Foundation…" Sterlena muttered slowly, gathering her bearings as she regulated her emotions. "This is what a cultivator condenses after successfully breaking through to the God Realm. This is the manifestation of their Law, the sole Law that has now become theirs."
"The Gods typically call this the God Seat," Sterlena spoke slowly, eyes widened as she was unable to break eye contact from the God Seat. "Currently, this God Seat is slowly dying after the respective God's death. But, if there is someone who has the qualifications, they can claim it and reach the peak of the Primal God Realm immediately."
"And soon after, they would turn into a God after fully fusing with this God Seat."
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