There were only two ways to obtain potential points: hunting for Demon Cores and absorbing souls.
Garon took out the Soul Crystal that he had obtained earlier from the Space Ring on his fingernail. After pondering for a moment, he did not absorb the crystal directly. Even if he absorbed these crystals now, he would only obtain a dozen or so potential points. Compared to such a small amount of potential points, he had other better uses.
Unlike Demon Cores, these Soul Crystals could imprison real souls.
He quickly checked the Suffering Knights and summoned creatures that were heavily injured by the Lich.
"These fellows, they did not forget to take the cores even though they were in such a hurry. How stingy!" Garon was speechless as he checked again. He realized that the cores of these Suffering Knights and summoned creatures had been dug out. Only a few shells were left.
He simply dragged the two Suffering Knights away, and took away the most valuable parts of the other summoned creatures as well.
During the fierce battle, the Space Ring on his body was about to shatter. Although the Space Ring was known as the toughest thing, it could not withstand the power of Level Nine and Level Ten. It was already good enough that it did not shatter on the spot.
Carrying a pile of loot, Garon flapped his wings and flew towards the direction of the clan.
*****
In the endless void, there was a huge distorted palace floating.
The black palace was constantly twisting. Sometimes it was circular, sometimes it was square, sometimes it was in an extremely complicated shape.
A white ring slowly circled around the palace. It was countless white ants with wings. They had human faces and were singing loudly as they flew.
The singing voice had no melody but it gave people a hazy and dreamy feeling.
Inside the palace, at the edge of a green whirlpool, there were three tall stone pillars. On each of the pillars, there was an open eye, dripping with blood but with a hint of paleness.
They were staring at the center of the green whirlpool in front of them.
"Distortion Demon Master, our mission has been accomplished. Now it's up to you." A man's calm voice came from one of the three stone pillars.
"Our Void Legion isn't something that can be sacrificed for no reason." A female voice came out of the green vortex, speaking in standard Void Language.
"You are in the Mother Stream. You can control more creatures at the edge of the Mother Stream. They should be sent by you. Moreover, I have already sent an upper-level Demon Lord to test it out. "
"Now is not the time to bargain. If we don't give it our all, all of us will perish." Another stone pillar spoke hurriedly. The eyes on the stone pillar flashed with a sinister light.
"We only have a common understanding of a portion of the Demon Masters. The void is boundless, and there are a large number of terrifying Demon Masters that we can't even come into contact with. They are more numerous than the sand in the sea. We just need to go with the flow. "Another man's voice came from the green vortex.
"Whether it's you True Souls or us Demon Masters, we're not the main force. The ones who decide when to make a move are not us, but Void and Mother Stream." A child's voice came from the green whirlpool.
"The dimensional rift has penetrated the crystal wall system. A large number of vanguard troops have already entered the main plane and other planes."
"The best place to infiltrate should be the Ten Thousand Abyss Plains. The nature of the demons there is chaos. They don't care whether we enter or not."
"I think it should be Purgatory. The creatures of Purgatory are cunning and treacherous. Perhaps we can persuade them to join us and become one of us. The void and the Mother Stream are incomparably great, that universe can't possibly beat us. "
"How do we deal with the gods? This is the key. "
"God?"
A True Spirit said in a low voice.
"I've tested them once. They're almost omnipotent in their God Kingdom. They can't be defeated. It's still fine if it's a Lower God, but Middle Gods and Upper Gods are really difficult to deal with. "
"The foundation of the gods lies in the power of faith. We can instigate a war of faith and weaken them."
"That's too slow. We can't wait that long. The best plan is to lure out their incarnations and projections, and exhaust their divine power."
"How do we lure them out?"
"There are a few plans … The simplest one is to have some powerful beings who blaspheme the gods but are not strong enough to be encircled and annihilated by the mortals."
"I might have thought of a good way to deal with such beings."
For a moment, the voice became low.
*****
Heaven Realm.
In the God Kingdom of Light and Fire.
In the Heaven Realm, at the peak of the Heaven Realm, the Central God Kingdom. The entire God Kingdom was a huge white flame burning at the top of the mountain.
The flames were eternal, constantly emitting a terrifying amount of light and heat. It was half the size of the main plane.
In the core of the flame. A huge crystal ball slowly floated up and down.
In the crystal ball, there were mountains and rivers, countless farming and working creatures, as well as angels with white and black wings patrolling the sky. There were even some pure elemental life forms.
In the center of the crystal ball, there was a magnificent and pure white temple.
In the temple, all the gods of the Light and Fire God System were sitting high up.
The main god, Fehra, sat on the platinum throne at the highest point, looking down at the projections of dozens of different gods.
"Welcome to the Throne of Ten Thousand Gods."
A huge and majestic voice came from Fehra's body.
His image here was wearing platinum armor, with a sword in one hand and a shield in the other, and a green wreath symbolizing peace was worn on his chest.
This image represented attack and defense, both for the sake of protecting peace.
Fehra's face was a sheet of white light, and nothing could be seen clearly. Countless believers had perfected his image over the years, causing his Godhood to have no fixed appearance. In the hearts of different people, he would appear in the most perfect form in their hearts.
That was why Fehra had another name, the God of Thousand Faces.
Below the temple, on both sides, various god seats of different sizes were neatly arranged. Some were gorgeous, some were simple, some were complex, some were simple, and some were rich.
Gods whose faces were either revealed or hidden were seated on their seats. Some were surrounded by colorful halos, some had snake-like ribbons crawling around their bodies, and there was also the god of knowledge with countless books faintly discernible behind him. There was also the enchanting woman shrouded in darkness, Shar, and so on.
Fehra looked down along the Godhood.
The God of Darkness and Shadow Weave, Shar. The God of Magic and Weave, Mills. The God of War, the God of Thunder, the God of Storms, and the Lord of Darkness and Death.
These six gods were all Godhoods of Higher Gods, each with their own independent god systems and huge forces. They were all allies with Fehra. They were close to being equals.
The other gods were all Middle and Lower Gods, and could only be relegated to supporting roles.
"Main God Fehra, why have you summoned us this time?" Mills was the youngest among all the Higher Gods. His predecessor had fallen because of a willful Great Arcanist, so it had only been a mere thousand years since he had obtained the Magic and Weave Godhood.
"God Mills, in the areas you are involved in, have you discovered that there are more and more dimensional cracks recently? Are there more and more creatures from other worlds entering our universe? "Fehra asked in a low voice.
"Of course," Mills replied. "This is a very strange phenomenon. In the last centennial meeting, we discovered that the changes in the universe have a serious tendency to change. This is not a good phenomenon, even though this tendency is growing."
"That's right. What we pursue is absolute stability and balance. Rapid growth can appear, but it will also bring about rapid decline. Great ups and downs are not the way of eternity," the God of Knowledge, an old man with white hair and beard, replied in a low voice.
"The Weave I manage is getting more and more energy. After statistics, we discovered that the source of this energy is from those creatures from other worlds that have entered our universe," Mills added. "I presume that Lady Shadow feels the same?"
Shar, who was standing opposite him, nodded slightly without saying anything. She was an enchanting woman in a black dress and a black veil. Like the Lord of Light and Fire, her face could not be seen, only a dark haze.
"I heard that the Lord God's Main Plane Statue was damaged by creatures from other worlds some time ago?" the God of War spoke. This god, who was wearing golden armor and whose eyes under his helmet were constantly emitting golden light, pointed out the key point without holding back.
"This is also the main point of the meeting of the Myriad Gods." Fehra nodded. "Mother Nature refused to meet with me. The aftermath and pain from the last God War has yet to fade. The Eternal Dragon has disappeared, and we haven't found him yet. The Dragon Gods are fighting their own battles and splitting up. Now, the only ones who can support the situation are us. "
"What do you mean?" Thunder God Big Beard, who was surrounded by lightning, asked. "When we are at our strongest, there are creatures from other worlds that provoke us and destroy our statues. This … is not an accident?"
"Perhaps it is a warning." Fehra nodded. "Everyone, please count the number of dimensional cracks. It is best to send God's Chosen to observe and monitor the large cracks."
"As you wish."
The gods responded in unison.
*****
Deladia Empire.
White Dragon Clan.
"You want to apply to leave?" The Third Elder was slightly stunned as he frowned at Garon in front of him. This most talented and dazzling hope in the clan actually wanted to apply for a long-term mission, hoping to leave the clan and go to other places.
"Yes." Garon replied softly in the cave.
"The clan can no longer satisfy my further needs. I want to go to the outside world to seek improvement."
This clan was indeed too barren. The White Dragons did not have any common knowledge reserves, and they did not even have someone to communicate with. If it were not for Ann's books, he might not even know anything about this plane.
If it were not for the support of the Deladia Empire, the clan would probably have to bear with the pain of birth control for the next few years.
The Third Elder leaned on his scepter as he turned around and walked a few steps. He was very hesitant.
"I can understand your request … So, where do you want to go?" He was really unwilling to let Garon go, but he also knew that Garon was the only one in the clan who had the highest chance of becoming the White Dragon King. The hope of returning to the White Dragon Mountain and taking back the power would probably all depend on him.
This was also the key reason why he tolerated Garon and even disregarded his own bloodline.
"The four major regions of the Main Plane, other than the neutral region, are all territories of the gods. Even the largest neutral region has the territories of the gods of the Mother Nature Divine System. The gods pursue peace, and I want to prove my bravery by killing. "Garon had already thought of a place to go, but he still had to give a superficial reason.
"In this case, the choice of place is clear." The Third Elder understood his thoughts.
"I will go to Snow City first and participate in the war." Garon said simply.
"Snow City … That is the gathering place of the Great Arcanists. The Arcanists don't even care about Mills and Shar. They call themselves the center of the universe's truth. It's too dangerous for you to go there." The Third Elder advised tactfully.
"Wait until you reach the eighth rank. Perhaps it will be a little safer."
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