The Golden Divine Kingdom.
Star core space.
The Nirvana Tower fell from the sky and landed in its usual spot.
Lancelot stepped out of the tower gate.
"Many people want to meet you, what do you think?" Logo's voice rang in my ears.
"You can handle it. Just say I'm in seclusion healing my injuries. I estimate many armed groups will join the Golden Divine Kingdom; you can use this opportunity to form a loose Alliance that will make it easier for them to accept."
"Yes, that's what I think too," Logo replied.
This rescue of the captured powerful figures has undoubtedly greatly boosted the prestige of the Golden Divine Kingdom.
Anyone can see that this rising new camp has a bright future.
Lancelot, in particular, personally rescued many powerful individuals, so his influence is undeniable. If he were to raise his voice, he could definitely attract a large number of powerful individuals to join him.
In comparison, Logo, the Golden King, is somewhat inferior.
In addition, this rescue operation had another impact: the Eight Gods' Realm and the Crimson Moon Civilization became very unpopular within the Alpha Universe Cluster.
Originally, many armed organizations did not want to be enemies with the Eight Gods' Realm and the Crimson Moon Civilization, but the act of secretly capturing powerful individuals was simply too heinous.
Dark Mage are ostracized by the entire Astral Realm Order.
At the very least, this must be the case on the surface.
Even though many civilizations have secretly cooperated with the Ancient Hall of Dark Magic, there is an unspoken agreement that as long as it is not exposed, it will be as if nothing ever happened.
Some things are nothing on the scale, but once you put them on, they weigh a ton.
Once the collaboration with the dark Mage is exposed, it's inevitable that they will become the target of public criticism.
Therefore, the Crimson Moon Civilization is in a very difficult situation.
Despite their official spokesperson's firm denial, everyone knows about the relationship between the Eight Gods' Realm and Crimson Moon Civilization.
Having enjoyed the benefits brought by the Eight Gods' Realm, it's natural to share the pressures that come with it.
It is worth mentioning that the Crimson Moon Civilization is quite reliable in this respect, and has never indicated that it wants to sever ties with the Eight Gods' Realm.
It can only be said that at the level of intermediate Astral Realm, no one rises to power purely by luck. The top leaders are very clear-headed and will almost never do anything as foolish as cutting off their own arm unless absolutely necessary.
It was precisely because they had suffered a loss that the Crimson Moon Civilization so readily agreed to lend Selwyn the Crimson Moon God Wheel to kill Lancelot.
I am filled with rage at the culprit who caused all of this.
"I'm preparing to be promoted to Plane Warden. For now, I'll have to rely on you to handle things at home."
"Don't worry about your seclusion. I've already brought back my Bloodline Avatar, and Audora has come along too. She even brought over a divine artifact that her grandfather once used."
"Looks like you have another plan," Lancelot chuckled.
Logo remained calm. "The storm you've stirred up will change the perceptions of many people and forces regarding the Golden Divine Kingdom. These changes will be both good and bad, and we must take precautions against them."
"Alright, you're quick-witted, you decide for yourself."
After Lancelot finished speaking, he entered the depths of the Divine Kingdom, sat cross-legged, and closed his eyes.
Whew!
With a breath of stale air, Lancelot activated the inherited power within his body.
In an instant, he sensed a deadly attraction emanating from a higher-dimensional space.
A wave of dizziness washed over him, and when he opened his eyes again, the ancestral temple of the Earth Guardian came into view.
In front of the main hall, a black stone tablet floats in the air. It looks ordinary, but if you perceive it carefully, you can feel the terrifying power contained within it.
That was a power powerful enough to annihilate the Endless Void; Supreme God was no match for it.
It may seem that you can get close, but in reality it exists in another dimension, beyond layers of Space-Time, untouchable and elusive.
After staring at the Chaos Stele for a while, Lancelot strode towards the temple.
From the outside, the Hall of Heritage is about ten kilometers high and a hundred kilometers wide, cast entirely from a bronze-like material, exuding an ancient and profound aura.
Subtly sensing it, Lancelot felt an unparalleled pressure descend upon him, making him slightly unsteady on his feet.
"So strong!"
After his reflection, Lancelot walked up the steps toward the temple gate. With each step he took, he felt an immense and overwhelming pressure bearing down on him.
The oppressive aura seemed to be detecting something.
Its penetrating power is astonishing, even penetrating deep into the soul, bringing waves of excruciating pain.
Fortunately, Lancelot possessed extraordinary willpower, which allowed him to survive. If it were an ordinary True God, their soul might have been crushed, and they would have perished on the spot.
We finally arrived at the palace gate.
Here stands a row of majestic pillars, their surfaces engraved with the names of powerful figures, each with a unique aura and aura.
They were all powerful beings from the lineage of Earth Guardian; even the weakest of them could easily defeat Lancelot.
Call!!
With a sigh of relief, Lancelot arrived at the door, and with a push of his arm, he opened the seemingly heavy door.
In an instant, countless gray-black streams of air surged out, startling him.
"This is the primordial energy of the Chaos Zone!"
"No, that's not right. It seems to have been refined, making it much milder and purer!"
Feeling the warm and comfortable sensation all over his body, Lancelot felt relieved.
Just then, a tremendous force descended, enveloping his entire body and pulling him directly into the Hall of Inheritance.
Rumble!!
The bronze gate slowly closed, the entire temple trembled slightly, then calmed down, returning to its eternally unchanged state.
"Huh? My connection with Lancelot has been severed!"
Outside, Logo suddenly looked up, a look of shock flashing in his eyes.
But he quickly regained his composure.
"After all, it's a legacy created by the Mother of the Stars, and it's suppressed by the Chaos Stele. It's quite normal that it could sever my connection with Lancelot."
Logo confirmed that Lancelot's vital signs were stable through the source of the Divine Kingdom, so he only paid attention to him and shifted more of his energy to other places.
This is a mysterious and unpredictable place.
Lancelot's psychic avatar stood among them, his eyes filled with vigilance.
As soon as he appeared here, he realized that his perception had been greatly compressed, and the information channels between him and Logo and Gustavo had become extremely blurry and completely blocked.
Even the ability to sense the rules of the Astral Realm has become blurred.
This feeling is completely different from my first time entering the Temple of Inheritance.
suddenly.
A figure materialized, transforming into a beautiful young woman.
"You are... the Starry Sky?"
Lancelot hesitated for a moment before recognizing the girl before him—she was none other than the master AI of the Dome of the Stars.
"Lancelot, welcome to the Tier Two of the Hall of Inheritance," Starry Sky smiled, her beauty breathtaking.
"So, you control this place too?"
"No, all of this was created by the great Mother of the Stars, and of course, it is under her control. I am merely acting as her supervisor, just an ordinary steward," Starry Sky said calmly.
"And the environment here..."
"You're asking why the Astral Realm rules are isolated, right? The reason is simple: without the interference of the rules, it's easier for you to comprehend the Chaos Diagram!"