Secondary Dimension World, the deep layer.
This is a verdant land, lush and verdant, with mountains and water complementing each other, full of vitality. At the very center stands a beautiful and magnificent white tower. The buildings around it are arranged in a ring, with their height gradually decreasing from the inside out. The continuous cluster of buildings stretches to the horizon, like a city built to protect this tower.
The streets are bustling with life, where species of all shapes and sizes live in harmony. Most of them are species that exist in the main universe, while a small number are native races born in this Secondary Dimension.
Although the sky contains the sun, moon, and countless stars, if Beyond Grade A expert were here, they would be able to detect subtle magical runes shimmering in the sky. These scenes are Illusion imprinted through magical circuits and do not actually exist.
At this moment, on the terrace atop the tower, stands an exquisite brown wooden table made of magic core wood, a precious material in magical alchemy. On the table are four ivory-white teacups, seemingly made of ceramic, filled with amber-colored tea, steaming and exuding a delicate fragrance that involuntarily calms the mind; clearly, it too is a precious tea.
Four figures sat at the table, sipping tea elegantly while overlooking the boundless city, appearing completely relaxed.
Just then, an almost invisible and intangible phantom suddenly appeared beside the table, as if the space had suddenly produced a convex mirror effect.
"My messenger has returned..."
One of the elderly men, dressed in a magnificent mage's robe, pressed his brow, and his powerful magic transformed into an invisible vortex, instantly absorbing the phantom.
He closed his eyes, his expression one of savoring something, then suddenly raised an eyebrow.
Something big seems to have happened in the main universe.
Upon hearing this, the others put down their teacups and looked over curiously.
What happened over there?
"See for yourselves."
The old mage pointed his finger, and a thread of spiritual energy shot out from between his brows, entering the heads of the other three and sharing their memories, which contained interstellar news about the changes in the Beyond Grade A Association.
"The First Ones is alive? The Sanctuary Revival?"
"Such a thing really happened?"
The group's expressions changed, revealing surprise.
"The changes in the main universe are truly happening at an unprecedented pace. Things that were once unimaginable seem to be coming true one by one. This is the tide of the times..." The old mage said with some emotion.
"Let them change their minds, it has nothing to do with us anyway. We've been living in seclusion for a long time precisely to avoid being dragged into this kind of turmoil," another person said, shaking their head.
Even advanced civilizations cannot oversee the birth of every Beyond Grade A being. Everyone has different pursuits, and occasionally a newly born Beyond Grade A being will not want to compete for power and profit, will not want to show their abilities, and will not want to participate in the changes of the times. Thus, after entering the Beyond Grade A realm, they will choose to live in seclusion and hide the power they have worked so hard to acquire.
Because those who can advance to Beyond Grade A are generally people with strong desires, there are relatively few new Beyond Grade A without ambition. Due to factors such as luck, they are not recorded by higher civilizations.
The four people in the arena were none other than the Beyond Grade A beings who had long ago secluded themselves from the world. They shared the same ideals and had moved away from the main universe to settle down in the depths of Secondary Dimension World, hiding in their small buildings and living in complete isolation, regardless of spring, summer, autumn, or winter.
This Secondary Dimension, known as the "Kingdom of the Four Gods," was not formed naturally. The four individuals selected a suitable dimension, filled it with elements such as matter and population stolen from the main universe, and transformed it into a prosperous, utopian world. At the same time, they erased everyone's memories of the main universe, making the residents believe that this dimension was the entire world. Generation after generation, the population has come to firmly believe this.
The residents, far removed from war, enjoyed a peaceful seclusion here, and almost everyone lived to a ripe old age, revering the four as "creators."
The old mage shook his head. "That may be true, but the Sanctuary Revival deserves our attention. We will all decay one day, but if we can be given a second life, we can continue to exist."
"When we left, we never intended to go back. Are we going to break our vow now?" someone asked hesitantly. Having gotten used to staying at home here, they had developed a bit of a fear of going out and instinctively felt a sense of unease.
The old monk stroked his long beard and hesitated, saying, "Let's wait and see. Now is not a good time to go back. The right time will be when everything has settled down, and then we can talk to that junior named Black Star."
Even the reclusive Beyond Grade A beings, oblivious to the world's affairs, couldn't help but be drawn to the Sanctuary Revival. And it wasn't just the four people present; similar events were happening in many corners of the Secondary Dimension World.
The Sanctuary Revival was like a depth charge, stirring up the silt from the deep seabed and allowing some beings hidden in the shadows to enter the sunlight's reach, while unseen undercurrents surged in unnoticed corners.
Central Galaxy, within the territory of the Arcane Church, the Temple of All Gods.
The main hall is filled with countless statues of gods, each with a different form. Some are majestic and heroic, some are otherworldly, and some are indescribable. The only thing they have in common is that each one is lifelike. The statues of gods from all religions that have spread throughout the universe are all represented, and the variety is complete.
"The God's Chosen" Urnos stood in the center of the hall, bowing his head in prayer. His silver-gray priestly robes fluttered without wind, and strange, multicolored auras danced and swirled around his massive body. Upon closer inspection, these auras seemed to contain divine maxims.
Just then, a priest and Tu Shu led a high-ranking member of the Arcane Church into the room.
"High Priest, the leader needs your help."
The high-ranking members of the Arcane Church placed their hands on their chests, nodded in respect, and adopted a deferential attitude.
Urnos stopped praying, and without turning his head, said calmly, "Speak."
"Alright, because of the Sanctuary Revival, we've reached a new cooperation agreement with the Empire and the Glory. We plan to form a joint research team to study the phenomenon of the Sanctuary Revival independently. We intend to establish a secret research institute in the desolate cosmic region between the three territories. The High Priest's intention is to invite the gods to oversee it."
"Can."
Urnos turned and pointed to a statue next to him that resembled a sword-wielding angel—a deity worshipped by a large religious sect named "Babroye." In the church's mythology, this deity's role was equivalent to that of a "combatant."
At this moment, an invisible energy spread, and the statue suddenly trembled, shooting out a beam of platinum-gold spiritual light from within. The instant the light disappeared, the lifelike feeling of the statue vanished, and it became lifeless and devoid of any spirit.
The platinum-gold spiritual light merged into Urnos's body, and the next moment, with a whoosh, a phantom figure suddenly grew out of his back, giving the impression of bursting out of his body.
This phantom had pairs of glowing wings and held a magnificent longsword, bearing the same appearance as the statue, except that its size and appearance were exactly the same as Urnos, as if it were a product of the two combined.
At this moment, the phantom only stretched out its upper body, like a conjoined twin. It supported itself on Urnos's broad shoulders, trying to pull itself out of Urnos's body inch by inch.
In just a few seconds, this sword-wielding angel version of "Urnos" successfully separated from the main body, flapping its wings and hovering in mid-air, scattering a patch of platinum liquid energy on the ground. Its body quickly transformed from an illusion into a solid form, exuding a powerful aura and radiating High-level Beyond Grade A energy fluctuations.
The two figures stood side by side, like different versions of the same person.
At this moment, Urnos himself slowly spoke:
"One deity is enough. Babroye is more than capable of this task. Take him with you."
"Okay, I'll take him there. Thank you for your gift."
The high-ranking members of the Arcane Church bowed once more.
No matter how many times he saw this scene, he couldn't help but marvel and feel a sense of awe.
This is the Guardian of the Arcane Church, the strongest person in the entire universe for many years, and the legendary "God's Chosen" who can Enlighten Deities...
One person is all the gods!
This is not just a matter of personal ability; one of the core Universal Treasure of the Arcane Church was also incorporated into Urnos's body, which is what gave him the title of "God's Chosen".
At this moment, seeing that the other party had not left, Urnos spoke calmly:
Is there anything else?
The high-ranking members of the Arcane Church snapped out of their daze and hurriedly said:
"There's one more thing, the Chief Instructor asked me to ask a question..."
"Ask away."
The high-ranking members of the Arcane Church hesitated for a moment, then cautiously asked, "The Cult Leader would like to know, are you confident you can defeat Black Star?"
Upon hearing this, Urnos finally turned around and glanced at him, frowning.
"I'm not sure."
"... Okay, sorry to have bothered you, I'll be going now."
The high-ranking members of the Arcane Church had no choice but to take their leave.
After watching the official disappear from sight, Urnos turned his gaze away, lowered his head, and continued to pray, never moving from his spot, like a statue standing still.
The news of the Sanctuary Revival quickly rose to its peak within days and showed no signs of fading within half a month. Major news media found a new angle and began to take stock of the identities, resumes, and abilities of the Revived, which immediately captured the public's curiosity and resulted in high viewership ratings.
Meanwhile, the company that makes Veyne Cards says it will be working overtime to create the "Revived" series of decks based on historical figures, obtainable through card packs, and develop several new playstyles based on the Sanctuary Revival. Its ability to capitalize on the hype is already masterful.
Among all levels of society, those with superhuman abilities of the Calamity Grade reacted extremely strongly.
Calamity Grade possess the strength to dominate their own territory. They prefer to be big fish in small ponds rather than small fish in big ponds. A significant number of Calamity Grade forces do not want to join Beyond Grade A forces and live under their roof. However, the existence of the Sanctuary Revival has shaken the minds of many.
Generally speaking, those at the Calamity Grade join Beyond Grade A forces either to benefit from the protection of a powerful organization or to receive guidance from Beyond Grade A members. However, some are well aware of their own potential and understand that they are not qualified to enter the Beyond Grade A, so their motivation to train hard is not that strong. Many stagnate and become complacent with the power that comes with strength.
But now, the allure of a second life is almost irresistible to everyone. Even those who have long accepted their mediocrity as Calamity Grade superhumans are not immune to the renewed motivation fueled by greed.
The Beyond Grade A Seed, in particular, were the most deeply affected.
Most Beyond Grade A Seed are inherently proud, and not everyone craves guidance from Beyond Grade A. Even knowing it would benefit them, some are unwilling to work for others. After all, you have to give something to get something, and working for someone else is out of the question.
Some lone wolf-style Beyond Grade A Seed only want to forge their own path, achieve sublimation through their own efforts, establish their own territory, and become the Number One figure in the universe.
But now the situation has changed. Without Beyond Grade A, one cannot enjoy the Sanctuary Revival, which is a guarantee of safety. These potential stars, who are only one step away from Beyond Grade A, have gradually become wavering in their mindset. Their thoughts have begun to slowly lean towards joining Beyond Grade A force, obtaining guidance, and qualifying for the Sanctuary Revival as soon as possible.
Most of the superhumans who can become Beyond Grade A Seed are decisive individuals. Once they make a decision, they quickly put it into action. In a short time, many Beyond Grade A Seed in various star systems stopped their arduous training, adjusted their schedules, and headed to the Shattered World.
Talented people are often arrogant, but most of the time, the reason why talented people don't show their pride is simply because the offer isn't good enough; the saying "it smells so good" is a universal law.