Assassination Plan, Restrictive Clauses

The entire universe boiled over at the moment Lu Lin ascended.

Humans, monster beasts, bone folk, and all the other motley races—

Every intelligent, living species capable of thought was shaken by Lu Lin's single slash.

And when they understood what Lu Lin had said, they were even more stunned.

What kind of joke was this?

In the past, the universe had made the names of the powerful known.

But only a handful had ever had the chance to become famous.

Sword Prison, the Three Swords, Blood Moon, Golden God, Heavenly Demon, Gouyu, and Ling Shen.

Only when one of these seven powerful beings reached Universe Level—that was, when they completely transcended the universe—would the universe announce it to all its living beings.

But an Emperor Venerable?

What kind of joke was this?

Though Emperor Venerables were among the powerful in the universe,

above them were True Venerables and Divine Venerables, two utterly terrifying realms.

How could the universe make a Martial Artist famous just for reaching Emperor Venerable Level?

Besides, many races had realized something else by now.

Humans. Again, humans. How the hell was it still humans?

Every powerful being in the universe knew there were only nine places beyond the universe.

Nine places for those who could transcend the universe.

If one day the universe were destroyed, and all life perished along with it,

only those who had claimed one of the nine places would be able to escape.

And not only could they escape, they could also bring countless members of their race with them in their divine domains.

By conservative estimates, one powerful being could take ten billion humans, so nine powerful beings could take ninety billion.

And the ones they brought would certainly be the elite: talented people with potential, their friends and family.