The first level of the Primitive Law Domain had a restrictive effect, and all spells only had basic effects. Any expert who came here would become an 'ordinary person.' Everyone's spells were the same. A God's Fireball was as powerful as a Magic Apprentice's Fireball. A place with self-restriction, a place where everyone was the same … Wouldn't experts be idiots if they came here?
No!
On the contrary, this was the best training place in the entire void.
Why?
The reason was very simple. Because all the spells here had a standard level of '1.' In other words, the spells would always have the effect of doubling their power. In this case, as long as you pondered a little, such as increasing the fireball to 1.1, you would learn something new. More directly, if you found a way to 'split' the fireball into two, you would have learned the 'Double Fireball.'
Because with this absolute standard of '1,' even if you felt a little different, it would be an improvement.
Someone said that … the Primitive Law Domain was always a blank piece of paper!
You could write anything you wanted on the blank piece of paper, and you would gain something. Moreover, you didn't have to worry about the white piece of paper becoming bigger or smaller, or the writing on it becoming smaller or smaller. No! It wouldn't! It would always have the effect of '1.' Even if you derived 10,000 new spells from the Fireball, your Fireball wouldn't change at all. It would always have the original effect of '1.'
The effect of the Primitive Law Domain was like a weighing stick. Weighing it, whether it was heavy or light, you would be considered to have discovered something new.
It was Tang Shidao's first day here.
Sensing that this was definitely the foundation of '1,' he immediately began to practice Colorless. Among all the spells he had, needless to say, Colorless was the most important. Now, Tang Shidao wasn't satisfied with splitting the 'black world' and 'white world' from the 'black and white world' of the Colorless King's Domain. He wanted a weaker effect.
That's right, not stronger, but weaker.
From the colorful world to the black and white world, and then from the black and white world to the black and white world, this reduction wasn't enough. He needed to go further. After becoming a Realm Lord, there would be merciless battles. This could be imagined when one heard the word 'responsibility.' Therefore, Tang Shidao needed more power. He didn't want to bet the future on the glory of the past.
No matter how famous he was in the past, no matter how many good cards he had, he would always need more tomorrow.
At this moment.
In a prison connected to the Abyss in the void, a group of people were having a secret discussion. They were all from different races, but they were all sector lords. They were discussing an item and a person: Tang Shidao, who had the Phoenix Feather Coat!
"Prison Emperor, we need you to do something …"
This place was very special.
It is a prison more terrible than death. Countless living people were imprisoned here. They were chained to copper pillars, or in fire cages, or in pools of corrosion. These people were suffering from pain all the time, and they didn't stop for a second. There were also special mystical prints on their bodies. Other than continuously healing and reviving them, they could also gather another type of energy.
Grief, pain, anger, hatred … all of these 'energies' were collected and absorbed by the countless magic pillars.
There was a follower at the top of each of these pillars. They were slowly absorbing this special energy and using it for their own cultivation. At the same time, he 'sacrificed' a portion of his harvest to the owner of this terrifying prison, the Prison Emperor!
If Tang Shidao were here, he would definitely realize that this was very similar to the cultivation of the perfect person.
No, it should be the opposite.
Tang Shidao could use singing and dancing as his cultivation source, but these people used pain and hatred as nourishment. The two were essentially opposite, but the actual effect was the same. It could be said that this kind of direct plundering of pain was more efficient. After all, joy was not common, but pain could be created at any time.
"He's not a sector lord yet, right?" A huge rock man stood up from the ground, his body reaching the sky.
On the surface of his body, there were countless crying and painful faces.
At the same time.
Countless amounts of sacrificial energy flew over like raindrops, accumulating bit by bit, increasing his divine power step by step.
"Not yet, but he can definitely step into the realm of a sector lord. Right now, he is researching the imitation of the Flaming Feather Coat in the Clock Tower Academy. You know, he is also a blacksmith master, so it is very possible for him to create similar holy equipment products. Once the technology is mature, he will be able to mass produce these holy equipment and collect large amounts of resources. "
"Then why are you looking for me instead of the blacksmith?" Prison Emperor was in his own territory, but he didn't dare to speak too arrogantly.
This was because he knew that none of the people in front of him were weaker than him. The weakest was about the same as him, and the strongest was dozens of times stronger than him.
Sector lords were also divided into different groups.
Let's not talk about other things.
Mutated Beasts, Demon Beasts, and humans were definitely not united.
Prison Emperor belonged to the category of 'Demon Beasts', so he definitely wouldn't stand on the same side as Tang Shidao. Moreover, Tang Shidao was the one who killed his son.
"We're looking for you to attack the imitation of the Flaming Feather Coat." There was a leader in a black robe among the group of visitors.
"I'm not good at technology." Prison Emperor didn't reject, he just wanted to ask for benefits.
"We will provide it, we just need you and your followers. Any imitation of ancient equipment needs to be tested, and the simplest way is through a competition. You have to use similar equipment to defeat the imitation of the Flaming Feather Coat, the worse the better. No matter how useful the imitation is, as long as it loses in the competition, it will definitely be a cheap product. "
"Then, you will take the opportunity to promote your products?" Prison Emperor continued to ask for benefits.
"We will give you a share."
"Why me?" Prison Emperor was still trying to ask for benefits.
"Don't be too greedy, Prison Emperor."
"Hehe, I understand your intentions. My son, the Mountain Emperor, died in the hands of Tang Shidao. He and I are enemies, so it's best for me to appear. Moreover, I have the craziest followers, so it's best for me to participate in the competition. More importantly, if I do it well, you will benefit the most. If I mess it up, Tang Shidao won't know of your existence, so it's all my fault. "Prison Emperor wasn't stupid.
"What do you want?" The group of Sector Lords opposite him weren't stupid either.
"A huge curse of Tang Shidao."
"No one in the Primitive Law Domain can kill him, not even the Eight Emperors. Prison Emperor, he has unlimited magic power. If we attack, the old men in the Primitive Law Domain will directly crush us to death, they won't even talk about reason. That place is not your prison, no one in the Void has ever dared to cause trouble in the Primitive Law Domain. Those who did are all dead, and no one can escape. "
"Not now, but in the future, or when he leaves the Primitive Law Domain. Anyway, take him down, I want a huge curse. "Prison Emperor insisted on the price.
"Sure! Remember, he's on the first floor. "The black-robed people agreed.
"I know where the Bell Tower Academy is." Prison Emperor gestured to send the guests off.
The black-robed people didn't leave.
At another place.
More than ten black-robed Sector Lords gathered again, the leader was extremely unhappy: "Hmph, Prison Emperor actually dared to call out such a price."
The person beside him continued: "There's no choice, he knows that we need his followers to help. It's fine to agree to a huge curse, we don't have a hunting plan. The First Saint isn't that easy to kill, even if we failed in the battle of Gu and Rod, his strength is far from the bottom. If we attack now, it's the same as stepping into a trap, let's wait for the others to attack first. "
"No one is an idiot, everyone is waiting for others to send themselves to death to test him." The leader snorted.
"Among the Eight Leaders, the Void is first among the beasts, and third among the humans. We are second, we don't need to be anxious, they are the ones who are anxious. "
"Hmph, there's no such thing, just wait and see. At the same time, get people to pay attention to the Prison Emperor, whether it's done well or not, this guy needs to be 'taught a lesson'. There must be rules in an organization, a guy who doesn't even know the rules must be taught a lesson. First, get people to cooperate with him, try to suppress Tang Shidao's career as much as possible. As for the human race, just obediently stay in third place. "
"Yes!"
In the end, the afterimage flew and disappeared, as if nothing had ever appeared in this place.
The cleanliness of the traces was completely different from that of a Saint Realm warrior.
This kind of ability seemed to have disappeared from the plane directly.
Two days later.
In the Bell Tower Academy, a group of strange warriors came to visit. They brought a batch of self-developed holy weapons, wanting the Bell Tower Academy to evaluate its power and effect. In the Primitive Law Domain, this kind of technical evaluation was very normal, it happened every day. A new weapon made by a Weapon Refiner, a team's self-developed imitation, or a batch of unknown weapons accidentally found in the Void, all of these needed to be evaluated.
The Bell Tower Academy was the most famous, besides the accuracy of their evaluation, it was also easy to promote.
If the Bell Tower Academy said that a holy weapon was good, rich forces would rush to buy and sell it. In the Primitive Law Domain, ordinary people found it difficult to use gold coins, but for Realm Lords, using 'Holy Crystals' was common. A Holy Crystal, which was equivalent to a one-ring weapon, was the most popular currency in the Saint Realm and above.
"This is the imitation of the Dragon Emperor's Scale Armor?"
"Yes. We just succeeded in the imitation, we need the Bell Tower Academy to evaluate it. "
"Can I ask who your holder is?"
"Please forgive us, this is not convenient. Scholars, don't worry, we have definitely obtained the authorization. You can announce it publicly and guarantee that no one will object to us selling these holy weapons. In addition, we have a Realm Lord who has used his reputation to guarantee that it is the 'Prison Emperor Realm Lord'. "The person who looked like a violent demon explained clearly, the scholars of the Bell Tower Academy also understood.
Now that the Bell Tower Academy was researching the imitation of the Flowing Flame Feather Coat, even a fool would know what you meant by sending a Dragon Emperor's Scale Armor.
When they heard the name 'Prison Emperor Realm Lord'.
Yes, the enemy who killed his son has come knocking.
"We hope …"
"Scholars, don't worry, we will not cause trouble in the Primitive Law Domain, and no one will dare to cause trouble here. Please believe that we are just promoting a product to exchange for more resources. You also know that we lack Holy Crystals to research holy weapons, we have no money and can't research other things. So, we only want to earn money. "Violent Demon had an 'I'm talking nonsense, but what can you do about it' attitude.
"It's good that you don't cause trouble, we have to inform Mr. Tang about this."
"Of course, go ahead, we have no objections." Violent Demon's face was full of confidence, he was sure that his' product 'was definitely better than the imitation that had not been researched yet.
In his eyes.
The research of the Flowing Flame Feather Coat was just a stepping stone, it would definitely be destroyed.
Half a day later.
Because things were going too smoothly, the Prison Emperor who was secretly happy received a few new messages: Eastern Void, Southern Void, Western Void, Northern Void. A representative from each of the Four Void had submitted samples for evaluation. Without exception, all of them were imitation armors.
"Tsk, these bastards … They are waiting for me to be the first to speak up … Who else?"
"Your Excellency Prison Emperor, other than the Four Void Organizations, there are also dozens of unknown small forces that have submitted samples, most of them are gloves or shoes. They don't look like they are competing for victory, but more like they are using us to promote their own products. "
"Yes, I understand." Prison Emperor's face was black.
Damn it! Everyone was prepared, none of them were blind. These bastards had been pretending to be blind, they were waiting for others to be the first to speak up.
Now it seemed that even if he won against Tang Shidao, he might be stepped on by others.
Should he ask for help?
If he did, what kind of price would he have to pay … Damn it, did those bastards already know that there would be this kind of follow-up, that's why they agreed so readily?
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