The sky was bright and sunny, the earth was riddled with scars, and the explosive roar of air mingled with the churning of soil, like a symphony that had utterly betrayed all musical theory. Chaotic elemental currents flickered in and out of being, and the environment of heaven and earth changed every second. Forget ordinary people entering—just standing at the edge might expose them to invisible radiation pollution, causing unpredictable damage from their cells to their souls.
Even Daedalus and Felix had to spread their Holy Domains before they dared float outside the silver warning line and watch. They were both the Logistics Team and the study group, responsible for providing support during intermissions, and in return they gained the opportunity to observe demigods cultivating at close range.
Although they had always been something like maid-like followers in the team, if all it took to travel with demigods was being a maid, the female Legends of the Six Kingdoms would compete their positions into oblivion. If the positions did not restrict innate sex and allowed Miracle gender, the proportion of female Legends in the Six Kingdoms would even rise to 90% because of it.
However, watching demigods cultivate was not some instant intensive cram course. Even after watching for more than half a year, they had not advanced to Legend because of it. In fact, that was only natural. Forget Holy Domains—even Legends were unlikely to understand the details of demigods clashing. It was like apprentices being unable to understand a master's delicate techniques at all. The enormous gap in realm was enough to become a threshold for comprehension.
But not understanding did not mean they could not memorize the formulas. If Daedalus and Felix were willing to remain in the Holy Domain for the rest of their lives, then