Looking at the surging amount of Primeval Stone in the World Furnace and the blazing golden Fire of Origin, Lancelot beamed with joy.
In fact, based on the current strength of the Fire of Origin, the Steel Feather Cloak is already capable of being upgraded to the Nine-Star Miracle level, allowing the "Replication" trait to undergo another transformation.
However, Lancelot wanted to continue accumulating experience. If he could achieve the highest tier advancement, he would have a better chance of succeeding when Steel Feather Cloak attempted to break through the insurmountable barrier of the Ten-Star Miracle.
The Guardian Blade of the Earth Guardian is convenient; as long as there are enough Primeval Stone, its level and quality can be improved smoothly.
However, this only applies to stars below ten.
To upgrade from Nine-Star Miracle to Ten-Star Miracle, which is the level of a true Miracle Creation, the Guardian Blade faces the same level of difficulty as a normal Nine-Star Miracle Divine Artifact.
The Earth Guardian lineage includes many Star Watcher, and several of them are Supreme God deities.
However, there are very few Guardian Blade that can reach the level of Miracle Creation.
The vast majority of the Star Watcher ' Guardian Blade are at the Nine-Star Miracle level, and a small number are even at the Eight-Star Miracle level.
This demonstrates just how terrifying the difficulty is in advancing from Nine-Star Miracle to Ten-Star Miracle.
It is no exaggeration to say that the difficulty of ascending from True God to Main God is ten or even dozens of times greater.
A towering building rises from the ground; to reduce the difficulty of upgrading the Guardian Blade to Miracle Creation, improving its inherent strength is one of the most effective ways.
Of course, nothing is absolute. If you encounter a peerless material that is compatible with your nature, you may be able to advance easily.
But that depends on luck.
The fierce fighting continues.
Numerous Endless Gods frantically searched for the dark Mage throughout Aodu, intending to kill him.
Because of the order from the Obscene Mokus that the dark Mage band together for warmth, Lancelot's Slaughter efficiency increased dramatically.
Each of the Endless Gods he created possessed a unique power system.
Some moved with incredible speed, resonating with the surrounding space like a shadowy figure. Before the dark Mage could react, their necks were severed and their souls shattered by the sharp blades that cleaved through the sky, causing them to perish on the spot.
Others mastered electromagnetic power, pushing their resonance and coordination abilities to the extreme. With a thought, a large group of dark Mage were suddenly shaken, penetrated by strange shockwaves, their flesh torn apart, bones broken, internal organs shattered, and they fell to the ground in a gruesome manner.
Different deities can even merge with each other, complementing each other's abilities and working together perfectly.
When faced with a tough nut to crack, they summon Endless Gods to come and hunt it down in a pack of wolves.
The number of low- and mid-level black Mage plummeted due to the indiscriminate slaughter.
The Slaughter efficiency has begun to decrease.
Lancelot then merged the Endless Gods, reducing their quantity and increasing their quality.
One after another, Endless Gods True God emerged, using the same methods to kill even more powerful dark Mage.
Unbeknownst to them, three or four hundred God Level black Mage and a million Sanctuary- level black Mage perished at the hands of Lancelot alone.
During this process, more than one Main God- level black Mage noticed something was wrong, but in the end, they all thought, like Foul Words Mokus, that it was because black Mage themselves were hated, thus attracting the siege of many powerful members of the Barbarian Soul Race.
Furthermore, since dark Mage are generally indifferent to emotions and no Main God- level or exceptionally talented True God dark Mage have perished, they did not take it to heart.
The operation went much more smoothly than Lansiluo had imagined.
The chaotic battlefield gave him an opportunity to profit from the chaos.
Of course, the most important thing is that he himself is strong enough, has keen insight, and the existence of the Genesis Ovary directly maximizes his ability to fight continuously.
It's not that Endless Gods haven't fallen at the hands of black Mage; in fact, quite a few have.
But at these times, Endless Dawn glimmer, the Endless Gods will rise from the ruins, change their appearance, and rejoin the battlefield.
Continue to accurately and precisely locate targets to hunt, quickly eliminate them, and obtain Primeval Stone.
Continuous, layer upon layer, constantly acquiring Primeval Stone.
Finally, I've gathered enough Primeval Stone to advance the Steel Feather Cloak to the highest tier of Nine-Star Miracle.
Inside the World Furnace, the Fire of Origin burned more intensely than ever before, its color even turning golden-white, fiercely licking the inner walls of the forge and causing it to tremble slightly.
Under the intense heat of the flames, streams of World Origin Force were rapidly compressed into the Steel Feather Cloak.
With a thought from Lancelot, the Steel Feather Cloak began its final leap to the ninth star level!
Whew!!
The golden Fire of Origin burned fiercely, and every particle of the Steel Feather Cloak was forged by the flames. The shackles of quality, like steel chains, were melted and cracked by the high temperature.
The constraints disappear, the particles expand, then split, expand again, and split again.
The already countless Steel Feather Cloak particles multiplied with the advancement, becoming even more numerous, like Endless grains of sand churning in a Void river of void.
Each of these particles possesses a unique form of matter, and some particles that seem similar actually differ greatly at a more subtle level.
The power of the Steel Feather Cloak rests on this seemingly endless microscopic world.
The higher the level of "Replication" characteristics, the smaller the size of the microscopic particles required.
So small that even the Main God would have difficulty observing it.
At that point, naturally, the Replication things would appear exactly the same as the real thing to powerful beings below the level of the Main God, with no difference whatsoever.
However, if we elevate it to a higher level, a higher dimension, and let those who Eternal see it, they can still perceive the difference.
The reason is that the Eternal can delve deeper into the microscopic world and see more subtle particle forms, thus using this as a basis for their distinctions.
As the particle's shape became more refined and subtle, the Steel Feather Cloak's quality was finally upgraded to Nine-Star Miracle.
Lancelot's eyes suddenly sharpened.
The Source Fire Crystal appeared in his hand, covered by the upgraded Steel Feather Cloak. Countless particles penetrated into the crystal, Replication.
Lancelot stared intently at the writhing dark golden ball of light in his palm. After a moment, he finally smiled, "Success!"
With a thought, the shape of the Steel Feather Cloak changed, and a brand new Source Fire Crystal appeared, standing side by side with the previous crystal.
Both are exactly the same in every aspect, from color and smell to shape and the feeling they give off.
Relieved, Lancelot continued to Replication, the number of Source Fire Crystal in his hands increasing until, at a certain moment, it seemed to reach a critical point, and the crystals in his hands began to vibrate simultaneously, as if about to open a door.
Lancelot quickly stopped what he was doing, restoring the Steel Feather Cloak to its original state. Only a Source Fire Crystal remained in his hand, and the vibration from the crystal disappeared.
But everything that just happened was not an illusion.
Lancelot understood that he could open the gates of the Source Fire Palace at any time and retreat with ease.
Having found a way out, Lancelot raised his head again. This time, his gaze did not wander back and forth, but instead locked onto a target decisively.
It was a gaunt, hunched figure, his entire body wrapped in bandages covered with unrecognizable, filthy symbols, revealing only a mouth without lips, covered in stitches, and a pair of cloudy eyes. The space around him was distorted, and in the chaotic tide of elements, there was a low, hoarse, maddening murmur.
"Filthy Mokus, it's you!"
Lancelot raised his hand, and the dark golden ball of light formed from his Steel Feather Cloak floated in his palm before being slapped into his chest, into his throbbing heart.
Meanwhile, throughout the Aodu, Endless Gods silently converged on a single point. Lancelot stepped out of the ruins, and with each step he took, one of the Endless Gods returned to their place.
The surrounding powerful adversaries seemed completely oblivious to what was happening.
Their perception seemed to be veiled by a thick curtain.
Lancelot was allowed to approach that Main God- level dark Mage step by step.