CHAPTER 946: CHAPTER 778: INTERCEPTION (SUPER LONG CHAPTER)

In the cosmic sea of stars, on a certain already lifeless planet,

dim remnants of grand architectural ruins can still be seen.

This indicates that the planet once hosted a glorious civilization, but now, no signs of life exist.

This is a planet whose World Origin has been devoured, rendering it completely worthless.

It was once among the countless planets ruled by the Origin Star.

At this moment, quite a few temporary workers from the Reincarnation Hall are busy on the planet—they are subordinates personally developed by the Prison Dragon Saint but have not yet earned the title of Reincarnators.

A ruined but still luxurious palace ruin was cleared of debris, with Transcendent Tiers from various races bustling about.

They set up altars, arranged arrays, and piled up materials.

They have been busy for more than half a month.

At this time, a dome-shaped palace flew in from beyond the sky. A presence with restrained radiance but still vague features stepped out of the palace.

With a wave of his hand, the dome-shaped palace, tens of meters high, rapidly shrank into a beam of light and was absorbed into his body.

The Transcendent Tiers arranging the array were all startled, some in panic, some fervent, "Prison Dragon Lord."

The Prison Dragon Saint responded calmly, "How goes the array arrangement?"

An Array Master stepped forward, trembling, "Prison Dragon Lord, the array is ready, and three sets of materials are prepared, but with my strength, I cannot activate it."

The Prison Dragon Saint waved them off indifferently.

At this moment,

he looked up towards a certain place beyond the sky; a blurry figure, yet discernibly composed of interwoven white bones, was walking in.

Each step covered countless spaces until it landed on this dead planet.

"Greetings, Lord Prison Dragon," nodded the White Bone Giant.

"Lord White Bone."

Though the Prison Dragon Saint looked down on the White Bone Saint—who boasted as the White Bone Lord without real power—he did not show it during their cooperation.

Both being of the Holy Tier, albeit with strength differences, they stood on the same level, with the qualification for equal dialogue.

Addressing each other as ’Lord’ showed respect, except in cases like that of the Prison Dragon Saint with King Monroe, where the gap was too large, and the latter was a subordinate, calling him ’Lord.’

"I am ready. Utilizing the transportation channel originally existing between this planet and the Origin Star, we can descend on the Origin Star, though the cost is steep."

The White Bone Lord, expressionless, as it was, threw out a Space Ring.

This was the travel expense.

In their cooperation, the White Bone Lord’s initial investment only gave him the qualification to hitch a ride, but he still had to pay the fare.

This was an unwritten rule, also due to the White Bone Lord’s weaker position.

While he felt pained over the resources, he also anticipated greatly.

Even if he claimed no resources from the Origin Star, as long as he could replicate some Holy Tier Dharma Methods, it would be greatly profitable!

"Better sooner than later, let’s begin now."

The Prison Dragon Saint accepted the Space Ring and stepped in front of the already prepared array, extended his palm, injecting a surge of Source Power from afar, lighting up the array. Countless materials burned, and the planet’s space started fluctuating intensely like a stirred whirlpool.

...

In the distant Origin Star,

deep within the Star Road,

Thunder God and other transcendent members of the Hero Club were closest to the terrifying aura that suddenly emerged, as though being repeatedly crushed by a thousands-hills-high mountain.

Thunder God only spat out a mouthful of counter blood, his pale face reflected more of the helplessness and despair in front of this aura.

Yet, within the team, some Transcendents and Senior Transcendents instantly fell from the sky as if birds lost their wings, their Source Power chaotic inside, their aura weak and dispirited.

They looked up, faintly seeing a towering otherworldly figure.

Larger than any world-class Demonized Beast they had encountered, it was far more terrifying.

Just its presence made resistance impossible.

Only Thunder God and two Second Tier Transcendents managed to maintain their stance mid-air, looking around at the similarly prostrate or desperately escaping Mutant Beasts, feeling deep powerlessness.

Flee? Where could they run to?

A world-class Demonized Beast alone could easily turn all of South America into scorched earth, which hasn’t recovered to this day, and the colossal figure projected in their view, humanoid, yet with horns on its head and wings on its back, clearly stronger than world-class Demonized Beasts, what could they use to stop it? How could they escape?

Thunder God already suspected that the presence behind this aura, quite possibly, related to the Alien Race strongman who destroyed the Explorer and severely injured him some time ago.

He laughed self-derisively.

’After a few years of ease, getting some data and killing some Alien Races, I thought the strength in the universe was limited, I was too naive...’

Crash——

Space suddenly undulated like water waves, Thunder God and the other Transcendents remained vigilant but relaxed seeing the appearing figure.

"City Lord, that..."

Thunder God intended to ask what methods to counter that aura but opened his mouth and sighed bitterly.

He had already guessed, such formidable, intimidating aura, could only be of the Holy Tier.

The legendary Holy Tier.

Even during the most glorious Second Epoch on the Origin Star, every Holy Tier presence was an absolute big figure.

Thunder God had ambition and spirit, feeling that given a few centuries, he might achieve sainthood, but now facing a Holy Tier presence, what can even the Green Shadow City Lord do?

Tang Yu watched as the rising aura intensified, looking solemn.

Such terror, far exceeding the Long River Saint’s aura, and it wasn’t even the entirety.