CHAPTER 2224: CHAPTER 2222: WHAT’S THE SITUATION

At this moment, Peter Brown was truly stunned. The Elixir Sea, which had long remained stagnant, was now undergoing a transformation.

What originally appeared as a single galaxy suddenly split into two, and not only that—the star planets within the galaxy began to frantically divide.

One star planet after another rapidly took form.

Peter Brown, sitting cross-legged within the formation, could only frenziedly circulate his energy.

Time passed little by little, and Peter couldn’t even tell how long he had been circulating his energy before the splitting finally stopped.

With one glance, there were more than ten thousand star planets—an immense field of two vast seas of galaxies.

At this moment, Peter no longer focused on the count of star planets but carefully observed his own physical state with unrelenting scrutiny.

The more he observed, the more tightly Peter furrowed his brows.

How strange!

Peter knew that once he reached a galaxy scale of ten thousand star planets and split it into two galaxies, he should have already achieved saint-level. Yet somehow, he remained at the quasi-saint level.

He had not become a saint!

Peter firmly believed that even now, he wasn’t weaker than a saint in combat. Combined with the formation, he could easily kill saints. But why hadn’t he ascended to saint-level?

After pondering for a while to no avail, Peter stopped fixating on the matter as his gaze flickered and swept his surroundings.

The energy here had already recovered and remained the energy of the Human Clan.

Retrieving the formation, Peter received transmissions from several saints. Upon checking, he realized he had been sitting here for an entire month.

After swiftly connecting with the Saint of Heaven Origin, Peter received instructions to enter the Space Domain.

His avatar quickly entered the Space Domain.

At that moment, several saints entered one after another.

As they arrived inside, all eyes immediately turned to Peter Brown, their faces revealing expressions of deep perplexity.

"Peter, did you personally slay the two saints of the Giant Being Tribe?" The Southland Saint asked first.

Peter nodded slightly. Killing saints was no longer a monumental feat for him, but his primary concern now was understanding his own condition.

Even though everyone was aware of what had transpired, hearing Peter admit it personally left them deeply shaken. To kill saints—and not just one but two saints from a powerful world—was an utterly defiant feat against the heavens.

The Saint of Heaven Origin glanced at Peter and broke into a smile, exclaiming, "Excellent, excellent, excellent!"

Never before had he felt such overwhelming joy.

The Northern Saint remarked, "No one could have anticipated that Peter would slay not one but two saints. With the fall of the two saints from the Giant Being Tribe, they dare not act rashly anymore!"

"It’s not just them. All the nearby foreign tribes have withdrawn their troops. They seem to fear provoking our clan," added the Saint_of_Kunlun, his face also brimming with a satisfied smile.

The Saint of Heaven Origin spoke again, "Several factions have already sent us overtures of goodwill. Thanks to Peter, our clan’s situation has fundamentally shifted. Regarding the matters of other clans, we’d like to hear your opinion, Peter."

So much had happened apparently!

Peter glanced at the assembled saints and said, "Our Human Clan has lost so much land; now is the time to reclaim it!"

Having slain two saints, Peter was brimming with confidence.

Ah!

Although they knew the Human Clan had narrowly escaped peril, hearing Peter’s assertive stance shocked the saints. They had never considered reclaiming the lost lands.

Peter gazed at them knowingly and lamented inwardly. The Human Clan’s longstanding philosophy of avoiding conflict and relinquishing territory had to change. When strong, they refrained from fighting; when weak, they were nearly annihilated. At this rate, what hope remained for the Human Clan?

With this thought, Peter’s gaze swept over the gathered saints once more, and he said resolutely, "Inform all worlds: those who occupied our clan’s lands must return them twice over—or our clan will not hesitate to go to war!"

The saints’ faces changed again. The Saint of Heaven Origin hesitated and asked, "Wouldn’t this ignite widespread conflict? What will we do if multiple factions unite to attack us?"

Peter replied firmly, "I can handle saints without issue. Let anyone with objections step forward, and I will personally eliminate them."

The current Peter Brown was brimming with unshakable confidence.

"Is that truly feasible?" questioned the Northern Saint.

Peter summoned his formation instantaneously. This time, he no longer concealed the existence of the Five Saints.

Ah!

As everyone’s gaze fell into the formation, their expressions shifted to utter shock. None of them had expected Peter to control five saints within the formation. If such power existed, what force could threaten the Human Clan?

"This formation of mine can evolve autonomously. Each time a saint is killed, another saint emerges!" Peter, now at unprecedented heights, was no weaker than a saint himself. Accompanied by the formation’s unparalleled power, he saw no need to hide the truth about it anymore.

The saints were completely and utterly astounded. Never before had they seen such a transcendent Holy Artifact.

In their minds, Peter’s formation far surpassed the realm of divine artifacts—even exceeding the potency of the saints’ own Holy Artifacts.

"Have you become a saint?" the Northern Saint asked in surprise, his gaze fixed on Peter.

The eyes of everyone focused on Peter once again.

After a brief hesitation, Peter smiled bitterly and replied, "This is precisely what I wish to understand. Despite my stars and galaxies exceeding saint-level standards, I haven’t experienced any of the phenomena associated with attaining sainthood."

Not a saint, yet so powerful!

Everyone could clearly sense the immense aura emanating from Peter—and still, he claimed not to be a saint.

The Saint of Heaven Origin asked, "Describe your situation to us."

Peter then shared the specifics of his star positions and galaxies.

"You possess tens of millions of star positions?" Everyone’s eyes reflected utter astonishment. What an inconceivable level of power!

After some time, the Saint of Heaven Origin murmured to himself, "Unbelievable, truly unbelievable—it’s actually true!"

All eyes turned toward the Saint of Heaven Origin.

He explained, "I don’t fully understand it myself. It’s said that our realm and even the outer worlds are all part of a single-plane universe. As you all know, saints are not immortal beings. When the Human Clan’s worlds are destroyed, saints perish with them. Hence, sainthood does not equate to eternal existence."

The Saint_of_Kunlun seemed to recall something and spoke with a complex expression, "Indeed. Many are unaware that we actually exist within a lower-plane dimension. Though we call ourselves saints here, we’re merely a joke in the higher-dimensional planes."

Peter had never heard of such revelations. Listening carefully, he was astonished by what the saints shared.