Chapter 587: Leaving the Sanctuary

While a hundred years passed in the outside world, hundreds of millions of years had elapsed inside the Absolute Martial Ark. After completing the transformation of all his divine powers and strengthening his domain, Ye Feng spent the remaining time in the Martial Training Hall.

With his astonishing cultivation speed, he successfully reached the eleventh level and then ascended to the twelfth, truly attaining the Star Sea realm.

When the predetermined time arrived, he finally left the Martial Training Hall. Although he was still at the Star Sea realm, he was now at an intermediate stage.

Apart from Ye Feng, the strength of the others had also improved significantly. Long Tian had reached the peak of the Star Sea realm; he had created a domain by combining three laws and also mastered a new divine power—the Wind Repulsion Technique.

Bai Yiyi’s laws had finally evolved into divine powers, though her cultivation level remained at the peak of the Star Sea realm.

People like Zhenzhu had risen to the peak of the Nebula realm, with Xiao Liu and Yi Fan each mastering a new divine power.

Xiao Yu and Xiao Bei had also reached the early stages of the Star Sea realm, with Xiao Bei even mastering the Fire Destruction Technique. Ye Feng knew that the other beasts were also close to mastering divine powers, just needing that final push. However, only he could use the comprehension privilege. Otherwise, he wouldn’t mind sending them all in at once to master a divine power over three days—ensuring that everyone would succeed.

“War is about to begin!” This was the first thing Ye Feng said upon reappearing in the Holy Realm. He had made contact with the powerful being from the main universe that he had turned into a undead creature, and from him, Ye Feng learned many things.

Over the past thirty years, the aliens from those main universes were no longer satisfied with sending mere spies. None of their spies had responded, so they began sending small troops. Each time, a small airship would arrive with about twenty people. Perhaps due to the limitations of the wormhole, they could only send one such airship every ten years.

Most reassuringly, there was at most one powerful being at the Star Sea realm level in each airship, likely also due to the constraints of the wormhole.

Whenever an airship appeared, it was immediately shot down by everyone working together. From previous investigations, the many powerful beings in the Holy Realm had already located the exit to the wormhole on their side.

It was really just those aliens’ stupidity that caused problems every time they appeared. By investigating the locations where they caused trouble, it wasn’t difficult to find the exit to the wormhole.

On the main plane, the alien race hesitated about sending a large army to sweep through this lower-tier plane, as none of the many scouts sent had returned. This made them doubt whether some powerful being was protecting this lower-tier plane. Alternatively, they feared that their secrets had been discovered by the humans on the main plane, who had sent strong warriors to guard it.

After sending three waves of small troops for exploration with still no response, they became completely hesitant. The leaders of these three waves were all warriors at the Star Sea level, and the last group even included warriors at the peak of the Star Sea level—yet there was still no reply. Normally, it would be remarkable if a lower-tier plane had warriors at the Star level, as energy levels made it impossible for such planes to produce warriors at the Nebula level. Warriors at the Star Sea level could dominate any lower-tier plane, let alone those at its peak.

In a remote area of the main plane, deep underground, a crowd gathered around someone.

“Lord Asura, given the current situation, it would be unwise to continue sending troops to this lower-tier plane,” said an old man leaning on a cane to a man with red skin and two black horns. The man was sitting on a golden chair, bare-chested, and even just sitting there, he appeared taller than his guards, who stood like iron towers on either side.

“Old man, I didn’t invite you here to tell me to back down,” the man said, sitting up and leaning forward, his golden eyes staring coldly at the old man.

“But Lord, in the past sixty years, every time we opened a portal, we sent a scout, and none of them returned alive with any news,” the old man replied, lowering his head with a hint of resentment. When he raised his head again, his face was full of flattery. “In the following thirty years, we sent small teams each time a wormhole opened, with each team leader at the Star Sea level—still, no one has returned with any news. This suggests that it’s very likely your secrets have been leaked by those captured by them, and the strong warriors sent from the main plane are no ordinary foes.”

“It’s just a lower-tier plane. Even with the help of powerful humans from the main plane, their cultivation level would at most be that of Star Sea level. And how many can they send over through teleportation? In a few years, once the wormhole stabilizes, when our army goes over, even if they teleport a hundred or a thousand Star Sea-level experts, they’ll still be wiped out by my mass warfare tactics.” That demon-like guy was clearly no fool either; his analysis of the current situation in the Holy Realm was quite thorough.

“But what if this plane belongs to some important figure from the main plane?” As soon as the old man said this, the demon-like guy fell silent.

After a moment, he slammed the table hard. “If it really belongs to some important figure, then my dad can talk to them. This lower-tier plane, I’m going to take it this time.”

“Yes, your subordinate will prepare for the final attack right away. Seven days from now, once the wormhole is fully stable, we’ll launch the first wave of attacks.” The old man bowed respectfully, lowering himself deeply before standing up and turning to leave.

“Wait!” When the old man reached the door, the demon spoke again, and he immediately stopped.

“My lord, are there any further instructions?” he asked, turning around.

“For the final attack in seven days, use a small ship to send twenty peak Star Sea-level experts. They must be experts who know at least three divine powers. Wait for three days. If there’s still no news, temporarily abandon the attack.” In the end, the demon made a more cautious decision. “I’ll ask my old dad then to see if he knows the reason, and then decide what to do next.”

“Yes!” The old man bowed respectfully once more before turning to leave. At the doorway, he clenched his thin palms into fists so tightly that his nails pierced his palms, causing blood to drip to the ground…