"Though it's difficult too, there is hope in the end."
Aaron nodded, plans gradually taking shape in his mind.
"What a pity... If I could use the 'Power of Secret Source' as a substitute, it would be much simpler. But the level of that power is too high. I tried it before, and I myself can't make effective use of it. In other words... I approached 'Dawnbreak' only because Its level is low. Even 'Dawnbreak' doesn't need the essence or nature of Its divine blood as material—just a blessing of power at a sufficiently high level will do. After all, this is only about opening the Fourth Primordial..."
"What's truly terrifying is... when I advance to the Fourth Primordial, I'll inevitably draw the attention of the relevant Age Controllers. And according to my previous investigations... the Yao pathways of this world have all been castrated. They don't possess the might of the Creator pathway... A 'blasphemer' and 'heretic' like me will be killed without question!"
"Facing the wrath of the Age Controllers during advancement?"
"That is the most difficult part of the ritual... The key is, I can't even run!"
Plymouth.
The steam train slowly pulled into the platform, and the crowds poured down like a gray-black tide.
"We've finally arrived—the city of ten thousand cities, Plymouth!"
Aaron wore a top hat and a crisp black wool suit, carrying an empty suitcase for show as he walked out of the train station alongside Bruce.
Beyond the station lay an enormous square. Countless streams of people weaved through it, enough to leave any country bumpkin staring helplessly for a long while.
Not far away stood towering concrete-and-steel buildings, most four or five stories high. Tall structures rose in dense ranks and stretched into the distance, with no end in sight.