Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast-Chapter 1279 - 497 The Deity of Roasted Sweet Potatoes, Bro, You’re Back!
Chapter 1279: Chapter 497 The Deity of Roasted Sweet Potatoes, Bro, You’re Back!
"This time, I’ve really been drained dry..."
In front of the colossal black gate that soared ten thousand meters high, Jack Clark weakly leaned against the stone gate, listless and out of breath.
At this moment, his body was covered with blood-colored cracks, like a shattered porcelain cruelly pieced back together with glue.
This ’injury’ was even more severe than when he had fallen into the Lost World. The instant he leaped and returned, the Divine Soul power, Law Divine Power, Qi Blood, and even vitality within Jack Clark’s body were completely siphoned away.
And none was left—not even a drop—leaving him so weak that an average demon king could defeat him.
As for those below the demon king, they need not be considered; they couldn’t even breach Jack Clark’s defenses. Merely the oppressive force field emanating from his True Body was enough to prevent them from approaching, even if he were to lie there motionless.
Feeling the extreme emptiness of his True Body, along with the tearing sensation from his Divine Soul, Jack Clark felt that he would be weak for at least half a day this time.
As for why it would only be half a day, that’s because once he regained a bit of strength, he would directly seek the First Councilor’s aid to break the Seal.
Afterward, by activating the Space-Time Altar and summoning the True Body of the Destruction Emperor Dragon, he could have the Purple little dragon nurse him back to health.
Earlier, in the clash against Diorus’s two Demon Gods, he had sustained a heavy injury from maintaining the Crimson form of the Destruction Emperor Dragon for an extended period, nearly burning out his Life Origin.
Under normal conditions, such an injury would have already damaged the foundation of his being.
Although later on, as the Destruction Emperor Dragon grew and made a breakthrough, the Evolution Energy that ensued fortified his physical body, healing most of the wounds. However, the depleted Life Origin couldn’t be restored.
Unless there was a Creation-level Divine Object to supplement it, or he could make a breakthrough to a higher realm in a short period, breaking free from the shackles of life and undergoing another Transformation.
For Jack Clark, both issues were easily solvable; even without the aid of the Purple little dragon, he was confident he could break through to the Heavenly King realm in a short time.
The reason for fighting to the limits was but to kill three birds with one stone.
While pretending weakness to the enemy and reducing the perceived threat he posed to those demon gods from Diorus, it was also to lure the Time Silver Butterfly into action.
In addition, enduring heavy injury, he managed to delay the War of Extermination instigated by the two great empires, granting him and the Federation more time to grow.
Considering it all, his covert mission into the rear of the Purgatory Empire to steal crystal had achieved all its objectives perfectly.
Just as Jack Clark leaned against the stone gate and pondered, his body was also frantically absorbing the energy of the Chaos Void to recover, the wounds on his skin visibly fading away.
About an hour later, Jack Clark finally let out a breath.
In that hour, the Law Divine Power inside him had recovered by ten percent, his physical wounds had mostly healed, and his strength had returned to about twenty percent.
Feeling the ’strength’ once again fuelling his body, Jack Clark stood up with a faint smile on his face and looked forward to the world of black winds howling and thunder roaring.
Although Jack Clark was currently within the Earth, Fire, Wind, and Thunder Plane, there existed an invisible barrier between him and the entire Plane.
Under that Seal, both the Law of Strength and the Plane’s power were unresponsive. This was a force concerning the Supreme Rule; only power of an equal level could break it.
However, as this Rule force had no foundation, the First Councilor should have no problem breaking through it.
After casting a deep glance at the sealed Earth, Fire, Wind, and Thunder Plane, Jack Clark pushed open a sliver of the black gate and vanished from sight.
In Mist River City, just after four in the afternoon, the warm autumn sunlight spilled in from outside the window, brightening the living room.
At this time, the second-floor bedroom door opened, and Jack Clark, with long black hair cascading over his shoulders, walked out, his face a bit pale, giving off a very ’weak’ appearance.
He was dressed in a long-sleeved gray T-shirt and white pants, casual attire.
During this time, Glenn Clark was still in school, and Doris Clark should’ve been at the company, so the house was empty.
But as soon as Jack Clark opened the door, the sound immediately alerted the strong men in the surroundings, and a series of subtle auras fluctuated.
Jack Clark, who had deliberately made noise, said indifferently, "Everyone, there’s no need for alarm—it’s me."
Immediately, a voice filled with surprised restraint responded, "Divine Martial Throne, you’ve returned!?"
Jack Clark replied indifferently, "Yes, I’m back from handling some business. By the way, let Marcellus Larry know that I’ll visit him tomorrow morning and enter the mythical world."
"Understood."
The news of Jack Clark’s return spread rapidly among the Federal Top Level. In less than a few minutes, all the denizens of the Ninth Heavens and several king-level figures who safeguarded the realm were aware of his return.
Many exhaled in relief.
At the Military Base on the Southern Battlefield, under the shelter of the World Origin given by Jack Clark, Brulu Warren, with his aura concealed and on the verge of fully stepping into the Legendary Realm, showed a smile.
"I told you he couldn’t possibly come to harm. A talent of such calibre possesses great Luck—this time, perhaps his strength has surged tremendously due to this misfortune."
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After lifting the nearby alerts, Jack Clark made his way to the living room on the first floor.
Leaning back on the comfortable sofa, he sighed in content as the soft warmth of the sunlight fell upon him through the window.
It had been a long time since he had felt such an easy and leisurely sensation; ever since he had been to the Kelaya Battlefield, his spirit had gradually tensed up.
The more secrets he uncovered with the rise of his power and the stronger enemies he faced, the more intense Jack Clark’s feeling of an unseen urgency became.
It was so intense that it compelled him to constantly cultivate and improve.
This, in fact, was a manifestation of insecurity, a subconscious distrust of everyone around.
