Human Saint Realm

Oga City, Marquis Gallo's residence.

"That guy left?"

Marquis Gallo sat on his bed, holding a glass of expensive red wine as he listened to his subordinate's report.

"Yes, Marquis."

Marquis Gallo gritted his teeth. "I never expected him to become a Holy Alliance Trainee. No wonder he dared to injure me without any fear."

He had also heard the battle report from Black Mountain City and knew that Andres was no longer someone the Oga Kingdom could deal with.

Therefore, although he was furious when he learned that the king had not punished Andres, there was nothing he could do about it.

"My lord Marquis, please rest assured. We have already sent word to His Highness the Prince. His Highness will certainly vent your anger for you!" the subordinate said.

Marquis Gallo snorted. "Did you need to tell me that? My father certainly won't let him off!"

After thinking for a moment, he added, "What about that guy's family? If we can't deal with him, then find some way to cause trouble for his family!"

"This..." The subordinate looked troubled. "My lord Marquis, Andres has become a guest advisor of the Goblin Merchant Guild. His family is under the Goblin Merchant Guild's protection, so I'm afraid we have no way to make a move."

"A guest advisor of the Goblin Merchant Guild?" Marquis Gallo froze for a moment, then flew into a helpless rage and viciously hurled the wineglass in his hand away.

The Dylan Material Plane had two continents.

Noah Continent was relatively small, spanning only around ten thousand li.

Travel west from Noah Continent and cross over a thousand li of ocean, and one would reach Sacred Tree Continent.

Sacred Tree Continent spanned several hundred thousand li and was home to many races, with powerful experts everywhere.

"Once you reach the Holy Alliance, try to keep a low profile. We humans are a relatively weak race on Sacred Tree Continent, so whatever you do, don't make enemies."

On the Silver Dragon's back, Trevor explained a few precautions to Andres and the others.

Not far from the Silver Dragon was another majestic white sky-horse, lightning flickering across its white feathered wings.

It was a mutated magical beast—the Thunderwing Sky-Horse.

The Sky-Horse race generally consisted of Level Seven Magical Beasts. A few could break through the limits of their race and reach the Eighth or Ninth Rank, while mutated Thunderwing Sky-Horses had a chance of becoming Saint Realm Magical Beasts.

The Thunderwing Sky-Horse before them was a Saint Realm Magical Beast.

Earlier, after Trevor had sent Andres back to Oga City, he and Kondra had left.

The reason they had left was to subdue this Thunderwing Sky-Horse.

Generally speaking, Saint Realm Magical Beasts were stronger than Human Saint Realm experts.

Even a magical beast that had only just entered the Saint Realm required a mid-stage Human Saint Realm expert to handle.

Only with Trevor's assistance had Kondra successfully subdued the Thunderwing Sky-Horse and made it his magical beast.

The earth sped past beneath them.

Andres and the others sat on the Silver Dragon's back, listening carefully to Trevor's advice.

They had previously learned some things about Sacred Tree Continent, but they certainly did not know as much as Trevor.

Sacred Tree Continent had two dominant races: the Elf Race and the Beastmen Race. Both races had God-level experts overseeing them.

Below those two dominant races were several first-rate factions and races, such as the Goblin Merchant Guild, the Dwarf Race, the Dragonman Race, and the Centaur Race. Each of these factions and races had at least one Demigod-level expert.

Below them were small races like the humans, who possessed only Saint Realm experts.

As for those without even a Saint Realm expert, they were considered third-rate.

Trevor suddenly looked at Andres. "Andres, I heard that you and that kid Gallo have become enemies."

"Yes." Andres did not hide it.

"Gallo is nothing, just a spoiled dandy. But his father, Patur, is someone our Human Saint Realm thinks highly of, and he is very likely to become the next Saint Realm expert among humans."

"Of course, we also think highly of you. Therefore, we don't want any conflict between you two. After all, we humans are weak. If we want to survive among so many races, unity among Saint Realm experts is indispensable."

"I'm afraid that isn't something I can decide unilaterally," Andres said.

"Don't worry about that. We'll speak with Patur's side as well," Trevor said.

Andres did not state his position clearly. Instead, he asked, "Lord Trevor, I have a question. What happens if an irreconcilable conflict truly arises between Human Saint Realm experts?"

Unity was important, but wherever there were people, there would be conflicts. When there were few people, it might not matter much, but once their numbers increased, conflicts became inevitable and could not be changed by human will.

Trevor explained, "If such a situation truly arises, Lord Yasen will step in."

Wind Sage Yasen, the first Saint Realm expert among humans.

"Lord Yasen is the strongest among our Human Saint Realm experts. All Human Saint Realm experts follow his lead. If there truly is a conflict, then they will fight under Lord Yasen's witness and determine the victor."

"They only determine victory or defeat, not life or death. With Lord Yasen present, he will intervene whenever necessary depending on the situation, preventing any Human Saint Realm expert from falling and weakening humanity's strength."

"I understand." Andres nodded. "Lord Trevor, rest assured. The conflict between Patur and me is not some life-or-death feud."

He was not lying. Although he planned to help Inori seize the throne, he had indeed never considered taking Patur's life.

"That's good." Trevor was relieved.

"Lord Trevor, what level is Lord Yasen at?" Teresa suddenly asked from beside him.

Andres was curious as well.

According to Trevor, Yasen had been capable of intervening while two Saint Realm experts were fighting. That meant Yasen was definitely no ordinary Saint Realm expert.

After reaching the Saint Realm, there were two ways to classify one's strength.

One was based on Battle Qi.

Depending on the amount of Battle Qi, one could be classified as newly entered Saint Realm, mid-stage Saint Realm, or Saint Realm Peak.

Once one reached the Saint Realm Peak, their Battle Qi could no longer improve.

But a Saint Realm expert's strength went far beyond that. Or rather, after reaching the Saint Realm, Battle Qi was no longer the decisive factor in combat power. What Saint Realm experts competed in was their comprehension of Law Profundity.

The second method of classification was based on one's mastery of Law Profundity.

According to the depth of one's comprehension of Law Profundity, Saint Realm experts could roughly be divided into four levels. The lowest level consisted of ordinary Saints who had only grasped the barest surface, or had not comprehended it at all.

The third level consisted of Saint Realm masters who had gained a certain degree of insight and could even dominate for several centuries. Hadeson from the original work was probably at this level.

The second level consisted of those with a deep understanding of Law Profundity, the foremost experts among Saint Realm experts. Generally speaking, Saint Realm experts at this stage had cultivated for several thousand years.

The first level consisted of Saint Realm Limit Experts who had comprehended one profound mystery to its bottleneck. They were only one final step away from becoming Demigods.

Only such experts were truly the strongest in the Saint Realm.

"Lord Yasen's strength?" A trace of admiration appeared in Trevor's eyes. "Lord Yasen is one of the Human Race's only Saint Realm Limit Experts. He is a pillar of the Human Race."