Space Weak Point Shifting Period

Ten years passed in the blink of an eye.

The wilderness of Gobada remained deathly silent and gloomy. A wind carrying the scent of decay swept over the barren land day after day, grinding even the rocks into jagged, rough shapes.

Yet, at the Ice Blade Squad's encampment outside the Ice Prison Royal City, a rare sense of stability had taken hold thanks to the presence of three Deity-level experts. At the very least, they no longer had to remain constantly vigilant against sudden ambushes or exhaust themselves for a single bite of food; they could finally settle down and hone their strength with peace of mind.

Over these ten years, Barn and Gideon had completely stabilized their Lowgod realms, shedding the frailty that comes with first ascending to godhood.

Barn had always been steady and reserved, never one to rush for success. He did not waste energy delving into flashy killing moves, but instead focused entirely on deducing the fusion of the Water Element and the Water Body Technique. Now, as long as he maintained this rhythm and steadily polished his fused Profound Mystery, he would not need to deliberately seek a breakthrough; in time, he would be able to reach the threshold of a Midgod smoothly.

In his spare time, he would occasionally nourish his Mist Hidden spear, using his divine sense to perceive the Mist-style Profound Mystery within the weapon, slowly increasing his compatibility with the Divine Artifact.

The defensive Divine Artifact he currently used remained that Wind-style chainmail shirt—compared to the Frost Dragon Scale Armor that was still slowly gestating and yet to take form, the hardness and protection of a finished Divine Artifact were ultimately more reassuring.

Gideon, however, was the polar opposite of Barn. Over these ten years, he had thoroughly grasped the core characteristics of the Earth Pulse Profound Mystery, playing with this defensive Profound Mystery in entirely new ways.

In the past, he could only rely on his Pulse Armor for defensive counterattacks; but now, he could freely manipulate the power of the Earth Pulse, turning it into invisible shocks to bombard an enemy's soul from a distance. Furthermore, using the blood-red greatsword gifted by Fukaloss, he had combined it with the Earth Pulse Profound Mystery to develop several fierce sword techniques. Every slash carried the majestic power of the Earth god and a biting aura of slaughter; the whistling sword wind was so sharp it could even tear through the space of Gobada.

More importantly, he had consumed the two Soul Gold Beads distributed during a previous search mission, significantly increasing his soul strength and completely shaking off the weakness of a newly ascended Deity. Coupled with the high-level Earth Pulse Profound Mystery, his combat power now rivaled those veteran Lowgods who had been struggling in Gobada for hundreds of years.

Blair and Julia, despite the stable cultivation of the past decade, had seen no significant progress.

Both had long since reached the limit of the Sanctuary, yet they had only comprehended low-level Profound Mysteries within their respective law systems. Over these ten years, they had tried their best to deduce and cultivate, but they could never touch the threshold of the Deity level. Occasionally, a flash of anxiety and unwillingness would cross their brows—in Gobada, if one could not break through to the Deity level, one would always be a weakling at the mercy of others.

Declan, on the other hand, had achieved a significant breakthrough over these ten years. He had immersed himself in the Shadow Profound Mystery and could now split into four clones simultaneously. His speed had also improved drastically, and when combined with his already proficient Night Veil Profound Mystery, he was even more adept at tasks like ambushes, containment, and assassinations.

Early that morning, Fukaloss walked in quickly, exuding a refreshing air. She had changed into a light blue fitted outfit that outlined her petite yet upright figure. Her face was filled with irrepressible excitement, and even her eyes were sparkling. She shouted to the group still cultivating in the courtyard, "Stop your cultivation, I have good news!"

Barn and Gideon were the first to finish. Barn slowly opened his eyes, a faint glimmer of water passing through his pupils as the water-type divine power around him instantly receded to normal. He gently brushed the dust off his clothes and looked at Fukaloss with a calm gaze, having already guessed a portion of the truth—what could make this young lady so excited was likely a high-reward mission.

Gideon stood up abruptly. He now appeared as a middle-aged human male, his honest face full of smiles, and the anticipation in his tone was undisguised: "Miss, is there a mission? These ten years have stifled me; it's the perfect time to test my newly comprehended sword moves!"

Blair, Julia, and, Declan also stopped what they were doing and gathered around.

"That's right!" Fukaloss nodded heavily and walked quickly to the group. "I went to the Heavenly River Legion's mission hall yesterday to inquire and happened to run into a high-reward, large-scale urgent mission specifically prepared for strong teams. As soon as I saw it, I knew it was perfect for our squad, so I've already secretly signed us up. I'm taking you to confirm the mission details today."

"High reward?" Gideon's eyes lit up. He rubbed his rough palms together and hurriedly asked, "Miss, what kind of mission is it? How generous is the reward? Are there Divine Artifacts? Or Soul Gold Beads?" What he lacked most right now were Soul Gold Beads that could increase soul strength.

"What's the rush!" Fukaloss rolled her eyes at him, intentionally keeping him in suspense as she reached out and patted Gideon's arm. "You'll know naturally when we get to the mission hall. But I'll warn you, there are plenty of teams competing for this mission. All the major elite squads are here, along with many teams led by veteran Deities. You'd better step up and don't embarrass us!"

"Understood, understood, we're leaving right now!" Gideon responded immediately, shouldering his blood-red greatsword. With Earth-type divine power faintly circulating around him, he looked ready to depart at any moment.

The group did not delay further; they packed their weapons and equipment and followed quickly in Fukaloss's footsteps, heading out of the encampment.

The Heavenly River Legion's mission hall was located in a canyon outside the Ice Prison Royal City. This was the busiest and most dangerous place in the vicinity of the entire city. The air was filled with overlapping roars, haggling, arguments, and even the crisp clashing of weapons. It was chaotic, yet full of vitality—a vitality built upon slaughter and competition, a cruel vitality unique to Gobada.

Everyone gathered here to fight for limited missions, all to trade for cultivation resources, Divine Artifacts, or a bite of food to survive.

In Gobada, even Deities would bow for a bit of scarce resources. After all, here, survival was the most important thing; strength was merely the capital to survive.

Fukaloss led the group straight into the depths of the canyon, pushed open a crude wooden door, and entered a hall built of wood and stone. The hall was not spacious, yet in this simple room, there were hundreds of people packed tightly together. Every single one of them exuded a formidable aura, their eyes vigilant and fierce as they sized each other up, secretly assessing the strength of their peers.

Barn's gaze swept across the room quickly, secretly calculating—a full one-fifth of the people present were Deities, and the rest were peak Sanctuary experts. Such a lineup was a terrifying proportion in Gobada.

Their Ice Blade Squad, with its configuration of three Deities and three Sanctuary experts, was already considered top-tier among these teams. As soon as they walked into the hall, they drew wary and curious gazes from those around them—a squad with three Deities was enough to make any team feel apprehensive, regardless of their strength or potential.

Fukaloss enjoyed the feeling of being watched by everyone. With a charming smile on her face, she didn't care at all about the malicious gazes. She led her team and squeezed to the very front of the hall, hands on her hips, greeting the leaders of familiar teams with a smile: "Long time no see, everyone! I didn't expect you all to be here for this mission too!"

"Greetings, Miss Fukaloss!"

The teams that knew Fukaloss or were aware of her background responded respectfully, their tones filled with wariness—they all knew that this seemingly naive young lady was a top-tier Lowgod herself, and with two other formidable Lowgods under her command, she was not a character to be trifled with.

Just then, a young man with two purple-gold dragon horns on his head walked forward slowly. He wore black armor engraved with complex dragon patterns, and his body exuded majestic and steady divine power. His eyes were cold and sharp.

His gaze paused slightly on the Ice Blade Squad's position before he cleared his throat. His steady voice, amplified by divine power, reached every corner of the hall, clear and powerful:

"Ahem, everyone, quiet."

"There are thirty-three teams present, all elites of our Ice Blade Organization, gathering one-third of the organization's strength. First, thank you all for your willingness to assist the Ice Prison Royal City in completing this urgent mission and contributing to our shared home. Below, I will formally announce the content and rules of this mission."

The young man's voice was steady and serious, devoid of any unnecessary emotion. Everyone held their breath, listening intently.

"According to calculations, the next three hundred years will be the period of change for the space weak points, which occurs once every one hundred thousand years." The young man paused before continuing, "During this period of change, all areas with spatial rifts in Gobada will move irregularly. Spatial fluctuations will become extremely violent, and a large number of resource points will be swallowed, displaced, or even completely destroyed by spatial rifts. The various resource points cultivated by our Ice Prison Royal City, including the plants and animals within, are important pillars for our cultivation and survival. To prevent these resources from suffering unnecessary damage, we must transfer all plants and animals from the resource points to the safe areas around the Royal City before the spatial fluctuations become completely violent."

The young man's tone grew more solemn. "During this time, hostile Royal Cities will certainly take the opportunity to send a large number of experts to raid our resource points, seize our resources, and perhaps even infiltrate our defensive lines to threaten the Ice Prison Royal City. Currently, the three major legions of the Ice Prison Royal City have all been deployed, exhausting their strength to block the attacks of hostile Royal Cities, and cannot spare extra forces to escort resources. Therefore, this resource transfer mission is entrusted to all of you."

"As for the reward issue that everyone is most concerned about, the rules are simple." The young man's gaze swept across the room again. "For every resource escort mission completed, we will calculate corresponding points based on the total volume of resources you escort and the difficulty of the mission. Once the entire three-hundred-year change period ends and all escort missions are completed, you can use your points to redeem corresponding rewards at this mission hall—the higher the points, the more generous the rewards. Whether it is Divine Artifacts, Soul Gold Beads, or even Godheads, or residency qualifications in the core area of the Royal City, all can be redeemed."

After speaking, the young man stopped and looked at everyone calmly: "Everyone, if you have any questions about this mission, you may ask now, and I will answer them one by one."

As soon as he finished speaking, a Deity wearing black armor and exuding dark-type divine power spoke up first, his tone tinged with confusion: "My lord, may I ask, what is the one-hundred-thousand-year cycle of the space weak point change period?"

After this question was raised, many people in the hall nodded, their faces showing the same confusion—most Lowgods and Sanctuary experts had not lived for one hundred thousand years and knew very little about the so-called space weak points. A few older Deities, however, had slight shifts in their expressions; clearly, having struggled in Gobada for hundreds of thousands of years, they had experienced similar cycles.

The young man did not show impatience and explained calmly: "The five Royal Cities of Gobada were established with five Sealing Arrays as their core. The locations of these five arrays, which seal the external passages, are eternal. But besides these five Sealing Arrays, there are several space weak points. It is rumored that once, a living being successfully escaped Gobada from a certain space weak point."

"Escaped Gobada?!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire hall instantly erupted!

Whether they were Deities or Sanctuary experts, their eyes burst with an almost fanatical light. Discussions and exclamations rose one after another. Escaping Gobada was the deepest and most urgent wish in the heart of every prisoner. Even if this legend sounded ethereal, it was enough to ignite hope in their hearts—in this land of despair, even a glimmer of hope was worth fighting for with everything they had.

"Quiet!"

Just then, a roar like thunder exploded, carrying the majestic pressure of a Midgod, instantly sweeping through the entire hall. Everyone felt their souls tremble violently as intense pain struck them.

Barn frowned slightly, secretly astonished in his heart—even with his soul mutation, which made his soul strength far exceed that of an ordinary Deity, he had still been shaken to the point of soul-aching pain by that single shout. Clearly, this youth with dragon horns on the stage was by no means an ordinary Mid-level Deity; his strength was formidable to the extreme.

The dragon-horned youth swept his gaze across the hall: "The locations of the spatial weak points are not fixed; they shift every one hundred thousand years. During this shift, the entire space of Gobada undergoes drastic changes, causing numerous resource points to relocate. However, there are five locations where the space remains unchanged: those are the Five Royal Cities, or rather, the five Sealing Arrays. This is also the reason why we are relocating our resources."

As soon as his voice fell, another Deity couldn't help but ask a question, his tone carrying a hint of probing: "My Lord, since the movement of resource points is related to the shifting of spatial weak points, can we determine the specific locations of the spatial weak points by observing the patterns of the resource points' movements?"

The youth glanced at him indifferently, his tone cold and devoid of any ripples: "This is irrelevant to the current mission; there is no need to ask."

Swept by the youth's gaze, that Deity instantly felt a chill and hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to speak another word.

Seeing this, Barn muttered to himself. The only clue he had for escaping Gobada was the spatial weak points, but he hadn't expected them to be subject to change: I wonder if the spatial weak points will still be the same as in the original story after they shift.

Immediately after, a third Deity spoke, his tone pragmatic and cautious: "My Lord, we would like to know where the specific locations of the resource points are in each area? What is the quantity of resources at each point? How can we distinguish the difficulty of transport? After all, different resource points carry different risks, and we need to choose suitable missions based on our own strength."

Everyone present nodded one after another, their eyes revealing expressions of agreement. They were all very realistic; escaping Gobada was, after all, just a distant legend, while the tasks, points, and rewards right in front of them were the most tangible things. They had to choose appropriate missions based on their own strength to both secure rewards and ensure their survival—in Gobada, acting according to one's ability was the way to longevity.

The dragon-horned youth was clearly quite satisfied with this question. He nodded slightly and said: "To prevent spies from hostile Royal Cities from taking the opportunity to scout the locations of each resource point and causing unnecessary losses, this mission will not involve the unified distribution of maps, nor will the specific locations of the resource points be made public. We will dispatch specialized Sanctuary Guides to lead each team to their corresponding target resource points."

"These guides are categorized into seven levels—Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Cyan, Blue, and Purple—based on the difficulty of transporting resources, corresponding to different mission difficulties and point values. Red is the lowest difficulty with the fewest points; Purple is the highest difficulty with the most points and, naturally, the most abundant resources. Of course, the risk of being intercepted by hostile forces along the way is also the greatest. Please, everyone, choose your guide cautiously according to your team's strength. Complete the mission, and do not be greedy or rash."

Having finished speaking, the youth waved his hand toward the side of the hall and said in a deep voice: "Bring the guides in."

As his words fell, rows of Sanctuary-level individuals dressed in colorful attire walked into the hall one after another. They wore uniform outfits, each in a different color corresponding to the seven levels of Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Cyan, Blue, and Purple.

Barn silently counted them; there were one hundred and six guides in total. Clearly, there were one hundred and six resource points that needed to be relocated this time.

He turned his head to look at Fukaloss beside him, only to see the young lady's eyes shining and her spirit soaring. Her gaze was locked firmly onto the guides dressed in purple, a confident smile hanging on the corners of her lips.