So-Called Stability Is Just Waiting to Die

There was no food left at home.

They could only discuss it with someone else.

Imperial Capital.

Supreme Combat Command Center.

The sky outside the window was no longer a monotonous azure.

Instead, it displayed a strange and magnificent glasslike hue.

That was cosmic radiation filtered through the seven-colored Star Core Barrier.

It flowed slowly across the Skyvault like the aurora.

Yet the air in the meeting room.

Was so viscous it seemed to have solidified.

They could even hear the faint hum from the central air-conditioning vent.

"Upgraded?"

Yang Yu sat in the seat symbolizing supreme authority.

He leaned back.

"It went up, but not all the way."

Li Qingcang wore a dark expression.

He slammed the ancient-looking longsword in his hand onto the special-alloy tabletop.

Bang!

The ten-centimeter-thick high-strength alloy tabletop.

Instantly developed a clear palm print.

Spiderweb-like cracks spread in all directions.

"All Attributes increased by ten percent, and my level rose by three."

Li Qingcang gritted his teeth.

The veins at his temples throbbed violently.

He looked like a starving tiger trapped in a cage.

"And then? Nothing."

"I'm like a starving ghost who's just taken one bite of an appetizer, only to have the waiter remove the plate."

"Stuck at Level 179."

"Even if I swung my sword until my hands cramped, that Experience Bar would remain welded in place, completely unmoving."

"This feeling..."

He drew a deep breath, and the scabbard in his hand creaked.

"Damn, it's suffocating."

"Maybe once I reach Level 180, I'll be able to touch that so-called Domain of God."

As the Sword God of Dragon Country who had once suppressed an entire era.

Li Qingcang's pride.

Would not allow him to forever see only the back of his disciple.

Especially after.

He had personally watched Yang Yu crush the