"Wow, even a sneeze can create a huge crater in the ground. It seems your newly awakened Ability Energy enhances your offensive capabilities." Zyra walked over with her arms crossed, clicking her tongue as she looked down at the charred crater in the ground, which was emitting black smoke.
"Lightning Breath, one of the bloodline talents of the Thunder Dragon Clan, you should know that, right?" Lancelot stood up, spread his arms, stretched, and yawned, his bones cracking.
Zyra smiled knowingly. "I know them all too well. I've probably killed more True Dragon than you've ever seen."
The Crimson Alliance and Dragon Island are mortal enemies, and low-intensity warfare has never stopped along their border. The two sides have even fought each other in the Starry Sky. As a martial artist, Zyra is one of the most skilled professionals in combat. She once slaughtered at least twenty or thirty True Dragon on the battlefield, including Thunder Dragon Clan.
"The Alliance has the largest stockpile of True Dragon Bloodline Potions, so your choice to align yourself with that is the right one, but..." Zyra's tone became hesitant.
Lancelot knew what she was going to say and replied directly, "However, among the advanced Innovation Skill of the Tree of Life's Innovation Skill, there aren't Ability Energy involving lightning, right?"
"Good that you understand!" Zyra her eyes at him. "While Innovation School Ability Energy can awaken many Ability Energy, if they want to go further, they must ensure that these Ability Energy can form a synergy. Otherwise, a disorganized force might make you a well-rounded fighter in the early stages, but at my level, it will crumble at the first touch!"
Zyra raised a very real issue, Lancelot understood. While the Innovation School of Ability Energy was highly inclusive, it didn't mean they could awaken their Ability Energy at will. There were concerns about safety and future development.
Of course, these two are not actually in conflict.
In the later stages, if the Ability Energy fail to work together and become a unified whole as Innovation Skill, then a terrible rejection reaction will occur between them.
Over the years, countless Innovation School Ability Energy have perished because of this. Some suddenly exploded and died in the heat of battle, leaving their opponents completely bewildered. Others, while walking, would suddenly crumble like sand, turning into foul-smelling blood...
It was precisely because she had seen so many examples like this that Zyra was worried about Lancelot's future prospects. After all, he was one of the most important people in her life, and she couldn't afford to lose him.
"I understand everything you're saying, don't worry. Do you think I'm a fool? Although I was a martial artist in my past life, I still understand the importance of caution in cultivation." Lancelot held his woman's hand and gently comforted her.
Zyra kicked him with her backfoot, glaring at him with her bright eyes and saying angrily, "Don't try to fool me. Explain your plans clearly. As long as you give me an explanation, I won't bother with this anymore. Do you think I want to get involved in your messy affairs?"
"Fine." Lancelot shrugged, yielding to the tigress's tyranny.
A few minutes later.
"Are you... really sure?" Zyra hesitantly, her pretty face still showing disbelief.
Lancelot retorted, "Guess what level I am in genetic engineering?"
"Level 20 or above?"
To be honest, this guess is already quite exaggerated.
It's worth noting that Lancelot has only been publicly studying genetic engineering for a little over two years. To have mastered genetic engineering, one of the most difficult subjects, to this extent in such a short time is truly astonishing.
However, Lancelot shook his head and held up three fingers.
"Level 30! My genetic engineering skills have reached level 30. You should know what that means."
"This means that as long as your talent doesn't decline, you will be fully capable of creating new SSS-level Innovation Skill in the future!" Zyra's eyes sparkled, like stars seen from a mountaintop looking up at the night sky, bright and dazzling.
"Now, you believe in my abilities, right?"
"I'll believe you for now! But how can you improve your physical attributes while simultaneously advancing your genetic engineering to this level?" Zyra smiled slyly, her arms tightly wrapped around the man's arm, her eyes cunning like a fox's as she stared intently at Lancelot.
"Talent, what else?" Lancelot said shamelessly, without blushing at all.
But he's actually right. Isn't Logo's knowledge his own? What's the difference?
Zyra's lips drooped slightly upon receiving this answer, clearly dissatisfied. However, she didn't press further, but in her heart, she was already convinced that Lancelot's expertise in genetic engineering must have come from his previous life.
After all, he was a rare reincarnated individual who could transfer his soul intact to a new individual without losing his Transcendent potential in this life. The knowledge of soul science and genetics involved must have been extremely profound.
Perhaps that's why he chose the path of becoming Ability Energy?
Zyra muttered to herself.
In fact, her guesses had gone way off to Antarctica. If Lancelot knew what Zyra was thinking, he would definitely laugh his head off.
It can only be said that women's imagination and ability to fill in the blanks are indeed formidable.
"The True Dragon's features are becoming more pronounced..."
As he walked, Lancelot raised his palm, and faint blue dragon patterns appeared on his skin, exuding an aura of majesty and awe.
Zyra Earth Dao, "You've awakened two True Dragon bloodline talents, and the True Dragon bloodline within you is already quite concentrated. Most of the sub-dragon beasts outside probably can't compare to you. It's perfectly normal to have obvious True Dragon characteristics; anyway, you're no longer human."
"That makes sense." Lancelot readily agreed; he wasn't being sentimental, just making a remark.
"However... the True Dragon Clan is known for its exceptional reproductive talent. I feel like I'm in peak condition right now, how about a spar?"
Seeing the man's lecherous wink, Zyra chuckled. She used to think he was quite upright, but the longer she spent with him, the more lewd he became.
Several days later.
With his newly awakened "Lightning Breath" completely stabilized, Lancelot maintained his peak condition and took out the Key of Luolunsi, preparing to head to the secret realm.
living room.
On the sofa, Mona and Zyra sat together, while Lancelot sat to the side, holding a triangular pyramid-shaped, yellowish-brown crystal in his hand.
"The Luolunsi Secret Realm is truly magical. As long as you are within the plane, no matter which area you are in, activating the key will teleport you directly to the Secret Realm. After that, it will take anywhere from ten days to a little over a month to return to the point where you entered the Secret Realm," Mona said softly, her long, narrow phoenix eyes filled with gentle warmth as she looked at Lancelot.
Lancelot already knew all this information she was sharing, but he listened attentively. After the two women finished speaking, a reassuring smile appeared on his lips as he instructed, "My friend should contact you in a few days to perform the soul separation procedure. He is absolutely trustworthy; you can trust him as much as you trust me. If I don't return from this trip and you encounter any trouble, you can contact him anytime!"
Before the two women could speak, Lancelot didn't give them a chance to reply. He channeled his energy into the Key of Luolunsi, causing the crystal to shatter and space to warp and collapse, engulfing him and causing him to vanish into thin air.
Looking at the empty sofa, Zyra and Mona felt a sense of emptiness, as if something was missing.
"I hope nothing bad has happened to him?" Mona asked.
Zyra forced a smile. "Definitely not. The mortality rate in the Luolunsi Secret Realm is no more than five percent. That bastard's luck has always been pretty good; he can't possibly be that unlucky!"
However, things soon took a turn for the worse, leaving everyone bewildered.
According to records, the longest anyone ever stayed in the Luolunsi Secret Realm was no more than 53 days. Anyone who stayed longer than that was never heard from again and was considered dead.
Lancelot's time in the secret realm quickly exceeded two months and continued to extend...
Let's go back to when Lancelot first entered the secret realm.
Space distorted, as if a thin veil was wrapped around the body, making the teleportation process very gentle.
Suddenly, the scene before my eyes changed completely.
Gone is the familiar view of the living room; only a sky full of twinkling stars remains, their light filling the air, as if this were a world belonging to the stars.
But soon, as his body plummeted, Lancelot landed on a star.
The mountains stretch endlessly, with countless peaks soaring into the clouds, shrouded in mist and clouds, and the mountain winds howl like the roar of a giant beast.
At the summit of one of the mountains, Lancelot stood before a broken sword stuck in a dark blue rock.
The blade was full of chips and nicks, and the blade had lost its original luster, becoming stained with unknown dark grime.
Even so, that earth-shattering sharpness, as if it could slice the entire plane in two with a single stroke, still sent shivers down one's spine, like a child encountering an invincible ferocious tiger in the wild mountains.
"A new trial participant..."
A cold, ruthless voice rang out, and a phantom emerged from the blade. It had a tiger's head and a human body, with three tails on its back, and its brown-red pupils were filled with the scent of Slaughter and blood.
"A trial participant?" Lancelot frowned.
"That's right. Every so often, trial participants arrive here. As long as they pass the test, they can obtain the master's inheritance," the tiger-headed man said coldly.
"Inheritance?" Lancelot pondered, this coincided with one of his guesses.
The tiger- Human Dao, "My master, Tibeici Akalina, was a Earth Guardian. In his lifetime, he ascended the ladder to the level of Middle God, but later perished in a fierce battle with Primordial Evil God. His body transformed into this planet, which you people in your plane should call the Luolunsi Secret Realm!"
"Your plane? You mean, people from other planes can enter here?" Lancelot keenly caught the hidden meaning in the tiger-headed man's words.
The tiger-headed man seemed to be some kind of artificial intelligence, his tone completely flat, answering only what was asked.
Soon, Lancelot understood everything from his words.
Earth Guardian an extremely rare profession, created by the Mother of the Stars, who can also be called the Goddess of the Earth. The purpose of this profession is to maintain the order of the Astral Realm Astral Realm and eliminate all dangerous elements that threaten it.
Simply put, the Earth Guardian are like the police and Scavenger of the Astral Realm.
Tibeici is a Middle God- level Earth Guardian. Of course, at his level, his profession has already undergone a promotion, so calling him a [Plane Warden] would be more appropriate.
Thirty thousand years ago, Tibeici hunted down a Primordial Evil God. The battle lasted for a thousand years, and he was ultimately defeated, but he burned all his divine soul, "Eternity banishing" the god outside the Elven Plane.
Due to the nature of their profession, the Earth Guardian naturally extremely compatible with the World Will. After their souls perished, Tibeici' bodies transformed into stars, which were accepted by the Elven Plane and became the Luolunsi Secret Realm.
His Guardian Blade, Wind of the Stars, takes on the responsibility of finding a successor for him.
Any plane saved by Tibeici can travel through the "Dome of the Stars" to the Luolunsi Secret Realm to undergo the test of the Wind of the Stars.
After passing the test, one can officially inherit the profession and become a Earth Guardian.
"How will I be tested? Will I have to pass a test? Or will it take some other form?" Lancelot asked intently, his eyes burning with curiosity after learning everything.
The Earth Guardian had just checked the database of the Aslant Civilization and learned its detailed information.
In short, this is a terrifying profession with potential that could rank in the top ten of the Astral Realm.
Throughout the entire Astral Realm, countless planes and civilizations, among the Endless of Transcendent professions, the top ten, as recognized by all, undoubtedly represent something of great significance.
An incredible opportunity!
Once Lancelot becomes the Earth Guardian, the gap between him and Logo and Gustavo will be instantly erased, provided that the Eye of Insight is excluded.
Faced with the enthusiasm of the person before him, the tiger-headed man, Wind of the Stars, remained indifferent, his tone flat and mechanical, "The Earth Guardian are the defenders of the Astral Realm order, so your test is simple: save the world!"
"??"
Upon hearing this, two question marks appeared above Lancelot's head; he didn't quite understand what Tiger-Headed Man Wind of the Stars meant.
What does it mean to save the world?
With his small frame?
Or perhaps, what we're saving is a world similar to an ordinary planet, one that's incredibly weak?
To this, the tiger-headed man, Wind of the Stars, offered no explanation, simply stating coldly, "Prepare yourself; you will be transported to the Fantasy Dimension."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lancelot felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, as if his soul had left his body and he was rising into the air. During this process, he could even see his own body standing motionless on the ground.
Tick-tock! Tick-tock!
The room was dark and cramped. The woman lay on the bed, covered in sweat, her head drooping weakly as she struggled to see something.
"Monster! Monster!! The lady has given birth to a monster!"
Terrified screams rang in my ears, followed by a flurry of hurried footsteps.
The middle-aged man leading the group stared at the woman's newborn child, his pupils contracting as fear crept into his eyes.
Three hands, three feet, and only a left eye...
This is a deformed child.
They are also seen as monsters by ordinary people.
"Drown it!!" the man screamed as he backed away.
"No!!" The woman jumped out of bed as if possessed and rushed forward, tightly embracing the child she had just given birth to.
"Throw them out! Throw them all out! And never let anyone mention this again!!" The man staggered out of the room in pain, leaving behind a group of people staring at the mother and child with fearful eyes.
"Damn, what's going on? I've been reborn again?" Lancelot was dumbfounded. Feeling his incredibly weak strength and his extremely uncoordinated limbs, he really wanted to grab the tiger-headed man and ask him what the hell was going on.
[The test has begun]
[Mission Requirements: Save this world from being parasitized by an evil god, within 30 years!]
Two lines of text appeared before my eyes, then collapsed and disappeared.
Lancelot was taken aback at first, then his expression changed drastically. His memories of the Transcendent were fading away, leaving only some experience in dealing with people and a relatively tenacious will.
"What the hell? They even have a memory-stealing feature? Are you sure you're not trying to kill me? There's no way I'll pass this test!" Lancelot cursed inwardly.
Without Transcendent memories, how could he quickly increase his strength to fight against the evil god of this world?
"Phew... thankfully, I can still contact Logo and Gustavo. At least I didn't start with a complete blank."
"However, I remember the tiger-headed man said he would teleport me to the Fantasy Dimension, so this must be the so-called Fantasy Plane, right?"
In my previous life, I had heard of Fantasy Plane, but because I didn't understand the real world, I never actually entered one myself.
Unexpectedly, by a twist of fate, he has now arrived in the Fantasy Plane to undergo the trial of the Earth Guardian. Fate is truly a wondrous thing.
"However, before that, I need to get some sleep. A newborn's brain is still too..."
Realizing this, he fell into a deep sleep.
Lancelot, who was in a deep sleep, was kicked out of the house by his adoptive father, but fortunately, his mother did not give up on him.
"My child, Mom will take good care of you and make sure you grow up safely. Perhaps in other people's eyes you are a monster, but to me, you are just my child..." The woman named Moli pressed her face against the forehead of the sleeping baby, and then, under the malicious gazes of the surrounding crowd, she staggered away with her head down.
Moli's first choice was to return to her parents' home for help, but all she got in return were pairs of indifferent eyes.
We don't have a daughter like you!
Once again kicked out of her home, Moli didn't cry; instead, she continued to search for a way to survive.
As darkness fell, her shrunken belly rumbled loudly, and her still-recovering lower body was in excruciating pain, her clothes stained with blood.
She pleaded for help from one resident after another, but without exception, she was cruelly rejected.
With a loud "waaaaa," the baby cried.
Hunger was an uncontrollable instinct; Lancelot's consciousness hadn't even awakened, and his crying was purely a physical reaction.
Moli felt as if her heart was being torn apart. She raised her head and looked down at a noisy shantytown in the distance. That was the red-light district of this small town, a place she used to avoid at all costs.
Time passed by in an instant!
The soul fell from the sky.
The body, which had been dormant for so long, opened its eyes once more.
Those were eyes as cold as blades.
Cold, ruthless, and brimming with demonic power!
Congratulations! You have successfully passed the test!
"That's what the tiger-headed man said."
Lancelot suddenly looked at him, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.
God knows what he went through on this journey to the Fantasy Dimension; he only managed to stay insane thanks to the willpower from his past life.
"Is this your test for the Earth Guardian?" Lancelot said through gritted teeth.
"Yes!" the tiger-headed man nodded.
"Aren't you the Guardians? Shouldn't you be in the good and lawful alignment?" Lancelot couldn't understand.
Looking back on these past twenty years, it was like being in purgatory.
Born a monster hated by everyone, he was driven out of his home by his father.
Fortunately, he had his mother to take care of him. In order to support him, this once well-off young lady willingly degenerated and made money by selling her body. She was pinned down by countless filthy men in exchange for a little bit of food. In just three years, she fell ill and died.
Lancelot still remembers the woman's clear, moon-like eyes before she passed away.
There was no hatred for the world, no resentment, only pure maternal love and reluctance to part, like the only light in this dark world.
However, after that ray of light disappeared, what followed was the story of a three-year-old monster child struggling to survive in this chaotic medieval world.
The rules of the Fantasy Dimension differ greatly from those of the material plane, and with his memories temporarily erased, Lancelot still struggled to make progress, even with the help of Logo and Gustavo.
Throughout his growth, he encountered countless hardships and malice, struggled in a dark world where people ate each other, killed one competitor after another, and accumulated countless scars on his body, finally growing up slowly.
Ironically, the world that was constantly targeting him was ultimately the one he had to save.
He was going to save those repulsive faces.
More than once, Lancelot wanted to give up.
It has nothing to do with ability, only with intention!
However, whenever he wanted to give up and quit this damned Earth Guardian, the image of the woman named Moli would unconsciously surface in his mind.
She gazed at him tenderly, as if to say, "I wish you all the best!"
It was this insignificant act of kindness that sustained Lancelot as he grew in that world, ultimately slaying the evil god and saving the collapsing world.
But this doesn't mean Lancelot was willing. He had too many pent-up frustrations, and those memories were all real.
Therefore, when faced with the instigator of all this, the tiger-headed man, he unusually lost control of his emotions, and his anger and madness were overflowing.
Facing the young man before him, who was as frenzied as a vicious dog, the tiger-headed man remained calm and said, "Order has nothing to do with good or evil, only stability! The duty of the Earth Guardian is simply to maintain the stable operation of the Astral Realm Order; as for the process, we don't care."
"Even an unjust law is still a law, is that what you mean?" Lancelot narrowed his eyes dangerously.
"Yes!" The tiger-headed man nodded decisively.
"Heh, no wonder... So, the Earth Guardian only care about saving the world, not about the lives of the creatures within it, right?" Lancelot asked.
"No!" The tiger-headed man shook his head again.
"Oh?"
"If necessary, the Earth Guardian will also need to Destruction the world."
"..." Lancelot was stunned.
The tiger-headed man muttered in a cryptic tone, "Sometimes, Destruction is salvation!"
Lancelot ignored him and went straight to the point, "Now that you've passed the test, you can proceed with the inheritance, right?"
Whether it's salvation or Destruction, as long as the Earth Guardian can give him power, that's enough. With power, everything is just a matter of a single thought.
"Certainly!"
As the tiger-headed man spoke, he waved his hand, and the earth cracked open, engulfing the unsuspecting Lancelot and sending him straight into the core of the star.
After doing all this, the tiger-headed man, who had been behaving like a mechanical AI, finally showed obvious emotions on his face.
He turned around, came to the broken sword, and stretched out his hand covered in yellow and black fur to grasp the hilt.
"31,242 years have passed since my master's death. My mission is complete. It is time for me to return to eternal silence..."
The Guardian and the Guardian Blade are inherently one and the same. If it weren't for the need to continue the legacy, the Tiger-Headed Man would have long since perished. A world without a master holds no meaning for it.
As the words faded, cracks spread across the blade, which then shattered into its most primordial particles.
At this moment, starlight descended from the sky, shining on these dust-like substances and forming a blank space, like a parchment contract, floating in mid-air, quietly awaiting the arrival of its new owner.