CHAPTER 536: CHAPTER 433 PREPARING TO DEPART

Time passed by day after day.

Beirut traveled tirelessly across the Three Continents and the Divine Throne World, spreading the news of the Tyrant’s return all across the lands.

For a time, the winds carried whispers of unease and alarm.

However, the Tyrant had not left Valgrion. Only Beirut was running around, knocking on doors everywhere.

Almost every organization Beirut visited responded like the Dawn Era—quickly handing over a few Holy Artifacts.

It was treated as an expense to ward off disaster, a protection payment.

Others hesitated for a while but eventually handed them over as well.

After all, it had only been thirty thousand years since the battle in the Virtual Arena; the Tyrant’s brutality still lingered vividly in memory. No one wanted to be the next Coastline Alliance.

A few Holy Artifacts were a small price to pay—so they paid.

But many forces didn’t take Beirut’s talk of the Legendary Potion seriously. Some believed the Tyrant was simply using it as a convenient excuse to cover up his blatant extortion. Others were more wary, suspecting a hidden and unspeakable conspiracy. After all, nobody trusted the notorious Tyrant to act with genuine goodwill.

Thus, some organizations politely declined the Tyrant’s "gesture of kindness."

Others, like the Dawn Era, sent out teams of Great Mages only for appearances’ sake—to pacify the Tyrant, lest they provoke his wrath by handing over Holy Artifacts yet failing to flatter him adequately.

But in truth, there were very few organizations that truly believed in the Legendary Potion.

Almost all dismissed it out of hand.

And indeed, the evidence seemed to support this skepticism.

Groups of peak Great Mages entered Valgrion, only to be randomly assigned accommodations in the Summoning Cottage. Once there, nobody paid them any real attention.

"See?!"

"The Tyrant still cares about saving face after all!"

"But why bother? This kind of theatrics makes him look even more ridiculous. With his reputation as the Tyrant, wouldn’t it be better to brazenly demand the Holy Artifacts outright? This charade feels so beneath him."

Many who followed these events mocked, ridiculed, and expressed disappointment at the spectacle.

But everything changed completely once Beirut finished his extensive round of visits and returned.

...

"Beirut visited a total of 486 organizations, both large and small, and secured 794 Holy Artifacts. Among them, 370 organizations sent top-tier Great Mages to Valgrion, amounting to 820 individuals in total."

"Of these 820 pinnacle Great Mages, 640 successfully broke through to legendary rank after consuming the Legendary Potion."

"In one single night."

"Including Valgrion’s own mages, a total of 1,200 Legendary Mages emerged in a single night!"

"The Legendary Potion boasts an 80% success rate!"

East Continent.

Sky City.

In the roundtable meeting room, 21 Immortals gathered to address Sky City’s daily affairs. The Storm Sovereign, Klaus, wore a grave expression as he handed out a report to the other 20 Immortals present.

"The Legendary Potion!"

"An 80% success rate!"

"In one night—1,200 Legendary breakthroughs!"

Each new piece of information and data struck the Immortals like waves, leaving them faintly dizzy.

Sky City is one of the most elite organizations in the Pan-plane.

Its status as an elite force rests on its foundation of 21 Immortals and its ability to gather over a thousand Legendaries for competition each era.

Even more significant is that among the only 13 known Eternal Emperors on the continent, one of them was the creator of Sky City.

An Eternal Emperor.

Immortals.

Over a thousand Legendaries.

These facts firmly solidify Sky City’s elite standing.

Even during the peak of the Tyrant’s influence over three thousand years ago, Sky City had remained unshaken, indifferent to the turmoil.

As the premier superpower of the continent, Sky City had the confidence to remain aloof.

But this time.

Even the perpetually detached and serene Sky City found it hard to stay unperturbed.

"Created from the Divine Potion?"

"Benage, that brutish fool, turns out to actually be a Potion Master?"

"An 80% success rate, instantly producing 1,200 Legendaries. If this is true, it’s terrifying. The entire continent will erupt into madness over the Legendary Potion, and the entire world’s power dynamics will be completely upended!"

The Forest Guardian, Sain, spoke with a tone heavy with both doubt and concern.

As a Great Druid and a renowned Great Alchemist, Sain understood better than anyone how profoundly extraordinary—and utterly implausible—the concept of a Legendary Potion was.

Such a creation should not exist in this world at all.

Sain found it difficult to accept.

And he was not alone.

The other Immortals present were all deep in thought.

Should the Legendary Potion begin circulating widely, what would be the point of Sky City continuing as the continent’s premier magic academy?

Its achievement of over a thousand Legendaries in every era would no longer seem praiseworthy.

However.

If.

If one were to think about it differently.

Assume the Legendary Potion is real, and that Sky City could obtain control over it. With its illustrious resources, wouldn’t Sky City be capable of cultivating tens of thousands—or even hundreds of thousands—of Legendaries in the future?!

Some began to process this possibility, feeling new ambitions stir within their hearts.

"The Legendary Potion!"

"The Legendary Potion!"

"We have to uncover the truth behind it!"

Storm Sovereign Klaus’s eyes brewed with chaotic whirlwinds. This was no trivial matter; this could fundamentally reshape the foundation and future of Sky City!

...

The Tyrant rises, and the winds howl.

East Continent.

West Continent.

North Continent.

Sky City! Radiant Tower! Wise Organization! Nine-Ring Holy Tower! Holy Alliance! Alchemist Association! Knight Temple! Witch Demon Alliance! Holy Mark Association! Pharaoh Association! Divine Throne Alliance! Eight Academy Alliance!