Inside the room.
Lancelot performed actions that left ordinary people speechless, while inside his body, the changes were even more dramatic. Hundreds of millions of cells resonated at a certain frequency, coordinating their functions and optimizing and transforming the entire level of his life.
In the hazy distance, a vibrant green light, representing life, seemed to descend from nothingness, piercing through the unknown Mist. On that more distant and unreachable other side, there stood a magnificent tree that stretched across countless galaxies, each leaf the size of an ordinary plane of existence.
"The World Tree..."
Lancelot murmured unconsciously.
As if it had heard his call, the giant tree on the distant shore swayed gently, and a wisp of exceptionally pure life energy fell from its treetop, ignoring the barriers of space, penetrating through layers of Void, and landing on Lancelot's forehead.
In an instant.
Lancelot heard a thunderous roar like the ocean tides, and his body suddenly felt light, as if he had shed a heavy shell. A feeling of extreme lightness, as if he could travel through the universe with a thought, welled up in his heart.
This is, of course, an illusion.
The transformation of life's essence is like a worm turning into a dragon; everything changes, the world seen, and everything perceived are all different.
Insects lurk in the mud, while dragons soar through the sky!
After a long while, when everything had calmed down, Lancelot slowly opened his eyes.
Raise your hand, clench your fist, and feel the surging power within you, as if you could shatter stars with a single punch.
But once he got used to it, this inflated ego quickly subsided, replaced by a genuine sense of fulfillment.
The information panel is brought up, and the word "prototype" after the Innovation Skill [Tree of Life] is finally removed, and its potential has been fully unleashed.
Lancelot simply raised his hand, and the world before him underwent a wondrous transformation. Lines appeared out of thin air, crisscrossing and extending Infinity in both directions, weaving a dense, impenetrable net that firmly enveloped the entire world.
"The Laws of Dimensions!"
Lancelot murmured, a faint smile playing on his lips. He had finally reached this point, able to touch and control the power of laws—the quintessential power of Legendary life form.
He's only at the Tier Nine right now.
"This must be the Law of Life, right?" Lancelot gently stroked a jade-like silk thread, feeling the mysteries of life contained within it. The vibrant vitality, the flourishing of all things, and the cycle of growth and decay were captivating.
Detached from the perspective of the laws, Lancelot moved his mind, circulated the Power of Life within his body, and mobilized the laws to suddenly transform these wondrous powers capable of bringing the dead back to life and healing the wounded.
Suddenly, the Power of Life began to change.
desolate, decaying, foul...
It seems capable of eroding everything, turning all things full of life into lifeless, dwindling Termination.
This is precisely the "Power of Decay," representing the opposite of the Power of Life.
If the Power of Life possesses unparalleled healing abilities, then the Power of Decay is quite the opposite, harboring terrifying destructive power.
It can fundamentally cause a life form's life essence to become malignant, thereby disintegrating its life structure from within. Once the life structure is disintegrated, then only death awaits that life.
"With the Power of Decay, I have added another offensive method. Moreover, due to the complete formation of the Tree of Life's Innovation Skill, the quality of Power of Life has been raised to the Legendary level. Therefore, the Power of Decay is naturally also Legendary level power, enough to easily threaten a Legendary life."
Lancelot looked at the ball of grayish-brown energy floating in his palm with a smile in his eyes.
This seemingly insignificant burst of energy would instantly destroy the life structure of an ordinary Ninth-Rank Transcendent Individual, causing them to age prematurely and experience a sharp drop in strength. Even Legendary being would not fare well after being struck by such an attack.
Lancelot's lack of offensive capabilities has always been a weakness, but now, with mastery of the Power of Decay, he has finally overcome this shortcoming.
In fact, Lancelot was able to transform the Power of Decay before this, but at that time, the Tree of Life was still in its infancy and had not yet comprehended the power of the laws.
The power of Power of Decay is extremely difficult to control; if not mastered properly, it can even damage one's own life force. Therefore, Lancelot has never used this ability.
After all, he also possesses lightning-based power and Epic- level fighting skills, which can largely compensate for his lack of offensive capabilities.
However, as the enemies he faced grew stronger, the Epic Combat Skills that had been invincible when he was weak gradually became less important. He had to find a power that would allow him to stay ahead of others, and the emergence of the Power of Decay perfectly compensated for this.
" With the Innovation Skill complete and my life rank reaching the Tier Nine, there's no point in staying in the Light-Bathed Sea any longer; it's time to go back."
Two days later.
Lancelot, disguised as Dragon Tree, returned to the Crimson Alliance via an international flight.
He had purchased a business class ticket. To his right was a young woman with long legs, a slim waist, a hot figure, but a very ordinary face.
Lancelot leaned back in the soft leather recliner and drifted off to sleep.
During this period of mission in the Light-Bathed Sea, I was constantly on edge, and I didn't get to sleep even once.
Although he can go years without sleep now, sleep is still the best way to regulate one's condition. In a sense, sleep itself is a super talent that most intelligent beings are born with. Don't you see, even gods need to enter a state of deep sleep from time to time?
The plane took off and soon left the land it was on, arriving at the boundless blue sea.
Time passed slowly, and before anyone knew it, the cabin was filled with a colorless and odorless gas that could cloud one's senses.
Everyone fell into a deep sleep.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
The sound of steady footsteps rang out until they reached Lancelot's side.
"Sir, would you like a drink or beverage?"
A sweet voice rang out.
Lancelot remained motionless, his nostrils flaring, and a soft snoring could be heard.
The flight attendant's smile deepened upon seeing this, but she still reached out and gently shook Lancelot's body, seemingly preparing to wake him up.
However, Lancelot remained completely still.
"Alright, stop shaking me. This ' Dragon Slumber Incense ' was something I managed to get from the Poison Master Mask. It can take down even Legendary figure without a sound, let alone a High-Rank Transcendent."
A man walked over from the other side, wearing the uniform of a co-pilot, toying with a dark dagger in his hand. The cabin lights shone down, but were completely absorbed by the dagger.
"Tsk, so this is the Crimson Alliance's super genius? I really want to taste his heart's blood." The man said, a crimson glint in his eyes, his forked tongue licking the cold blade of a dagger. He was a cold-blooded creature.
"The employer instructed us to capture him alive if possible, so don't get any other ideas." The woman glanced coldly at the man, her tone icy, a stark contrast to her previous sweet flight attendant demeanor.
Her status seemed to be higher than the man's. Upon hearing her words, the latter gave an awkward smile, put away his dagger, and instead took out a dark brown bag, opened the mouth of the bag, and made as if to put it over Lancelot's head.
Snap!
Breakthrough! A hand landed on the man's shoulder and instantly blocked the flow of energy within his body.
It is none other than one of the signature combat techniques of martial artists: the Confinement Shackles!
A cold female voice followed, "Who sent you?"
Damn it!
The man was so shocked his skin felt like it was going to explode, and his blood instantly froze.
He was incredibly close to someone, yet he didn't even realize it.
You must know, he is a Legendary assassin. Concealment is his forte, and his perception is far more acute than that of other legendary Legendary.
Not to mention, his partner's perception is even more outstanding.
Even in this situation, it was only when someone put their hand on his shoulder that he realized what was happening; the implications of this are self-evident.
The person behind this is at least Epic powerhouse!
Thinking about this...
Thump!
The man immediately knelt down!
The women are the same; their movements are synchronized with the men's. No wonder they've been partners through thick and thin for so many years; their level of understanding is off the charts!
"Sir, spare my life!"
The two said in unison.
"Tsk, you assassins really have no morals."
Zyra sat down again, crossed her legs, and looked at the two people in front of her with a half-smile.
"Hey, we're all just trying to make a living. Who would be a hitman if they had any integrity?" the man said with a fawning smile.
"As expected, movies are all lies." Zyra pursed her lips, but she wasn't surprised. Just like the man said, once you're an assassin, what morals do you need?
Assassins have to play various roles, and when necessary, they need to temporarily abandon their dignity and emotions and go into hiding. Therefore, those cool and charismatic assassins in movies are either fake or just showcasing some of their highlights. Just watch them and don't take them too seriously!
"Hey, how long are you going to sleep?" Zyra called out to Lancelot in an annoyed tone.
The latter still didn't wake up.
"Huh? He's really asleep?"
Zyra was taken aback. She extended her index finger and gently tapped it, sending a wisp of her own Yuan Qi into Lancelot's body to stimulate him to wake up.
As it turned out, it seemed that he hadn't used the right amount of force. With a bang, Lancelot was ejected from his seat and his forehead hit the ceiling before he landed back down, looking completely bewildered.
"Damn it, woman, have you taken the wrong medicine? How do you wake someone up like that?" Lancelot vented his morning grumpiness. As for pain, no, he was joking. With his current physique, he could even crash head-on into this plane and pierce through it.
Zyra's beautiful eyes curved into a dangerous arc, Baka cracked her knuckles, saying, "You weren't vigilant enough, you fell asleep, and you still dare to yell at me? Are you asking for a beating?"
Seeing this, Lancelot's expression changed slightly, and he quickly said, "I only fell asleep because I trusted you! If it were anyone else, I would definitely be on high alert! How can you be so ungrateful!"
"Is that so? Tch, you're smart to know what's good for you." Zyra scoffed coldly, but a deep smile lingered in her eyes. It was indeed a good feeling to be trusted.
The two chatted as if no one else was around, and no one sensed anything was wrong, but the assassin kneeling on the ground had a strange expression, as if he had been forced to eat a mouthful of dog food.
The male assassin's inner thoughts were even more complex; he even felt a genuine admiration for Lancelot. He had witnessed firsthand how someone could be a kept man.
"Who sent you two?" Zyra quickly got to the point and began interrogating them.
Lancelot sat to the side listening. Although he already knew the origins of the two assassins, he pretended not to know in order to avoid having to explain.
"We are professional assassins from the Black Spider Assassins organization. This time, we accepted a mission from the organization: to capture or kill Lancelot Terra alive. We don't know the identity of our employer; we are only responsible for carrying out the mission."
The male assassin said nervously.
"Black Spider?" Zyra's expression changed slightly; she had certainly heard of the formidable reputation of the three major assassin organizations in the plane.
The Death Herald Bird, the Mechanics, and the Black Spider.
They all once had the feat of assassinating Demigod.
Being targeted by this organization is not a good thing.
"Besides you, are there any other assassins who have taken this mission?" Zyra continued to ask.
"No!" This time, it was the female assassin who spoke, and she used her previous sweet voice again. You have to admit, it was quite pleasant.
However, Zyra's expression turned cold. After glancing at Lancelot, she looked at the female assassin and said, "If you dare speak in that affected tone again, I'll rip your throat out!"
The voice was calm, yet it seemed to send a chill down her spine, turning the female assassin's face deathly pale.
"I... I understand!"
This time the sound returned to normal.
Zyra's expression softened somewhat, and she continued the interrogation.
Only after the two assassins had confessed everything they could, did she knock them both unconscious, one in each hand, and put them in a dark brown bag that the male assassin had taken out.
"What are you going to do with them?" Lancelot asked casually.
What? You can't bear to part with it?
"??"
Lancelot looked completely bewildered. Had this woman lost her mind? She got jealous over everything!
Zyra gave him a disapproving look and explained, "The academy has very strong psionicists. These two assassins are Legendary; it would be a shame to kill them."
"Oh, I see. I understand."
"By the way, how did you know someone wanted to assassinate you?" Zyra asked suspiciously.
"On a whim." Lancelot shrugged.
In reality, it was because Gustavo tipped them off.
It's quite strange, really. These two assassins happened to buy "Dragon Slumber Incense" from Gustavo. Otherwise, even with Gustavo's high level of authority, he wouldn't have been able to keep an eye on the massive number of Black Spider missions and would have easily overlooked them.
You could say these two assassins were incredibly unlucky; they just happened to run into the line of fire.
Or perhaps, the "Luck Deprivation" talent is at work.
It's hard to say.
However, there's no need to tell Zyra these things.
However, the latter seemed to agree with Lancelot's reasoning.
"A sudden whim? That's possible. After all, you were an Epic- level martial artist in your past life, with a sufficiently high level of mental and spiritual cultivation. It's also possible that you could merge with the World Will and divine your own fortune."
"Alright, there's no point in thinking about this now. Let's go back."
"Hmm, that's right. You're already at the Tier Nine. If I remember correctly, didn't you get the ' Key of Luolunsi ' as a reward during the Supernatural Joint Entrance Examination?"
"What's wrong?"
"Prepare in advance. My teacher said this is related to a great opportunity; it all depends on whether you have the ability."