In the depths of the secondary dimension world.
This was a verdant land, lush and verdant, with a harmonious landscape, full of vitality. In the center was a white tower with a beautiful and prosperous appearance. The surrounding buildings were arranged in a ring, and the height gradually decreased from the inside out. The continuous building complex extended to the end of the line of sight, as if it was a city built to protect this tower.
The streets were bustling with life. Species with different appearances lived here harmoniously. Most of them were species that existed in the main universe, but there were also a few native species that were born in this secondary dimension.
Although there was a sun, a moon, and thousands of stars in the sky, if a Beyond Grade A was here, they would be able to see the magic patterns flickering. These scenes were all illusions engraved by magic circuits and did not exist in reality.
At this moment, there was a beautiful brown wooden table on the balcony at the top of the tower. It was made of Magic Core Wood, a precious material in magic alchemy. There were four ivory white teacups on the table, which looked like they were made of ceramic. The teacups were filled with amber-colored tea. Steam was rising from the teacups, and a refreshing fragrance filled the air, making one feel calm. Clearly, it was also a precious tea ingredient.
Four figures sat around the table, overlooking the boundless city while drinking tea elegantly. They appeared to be leisurely and carefree.
At this moment, an almost invisible shadow suddenly appeared beside the table, as if this space suddenly had the effect of a convex mirror.
"My messenger is back …"
One of the old men in a gorgeous mage robe pressed between his eyebrows. Thick magic power turned into an invisible vortex, instantly absorbing this shadow.
He closed his eyes, his expression as if he was savoring it. Suddenly, his brows raised.
"Something big seems to have happened in the main universe."
Hearing this, the others put down their teacups and looked over curiously.
"What happened over there?"
"See for yourselves."
The old mage pointed his finger, and a thread of psychic energy shot out from between his eyebrows, entering the heads of the other three, sharing their memories. Inside was the galactic news about the Beyond Grade A Association.
"The Primordial Ones are alive? The Sanctum Revival? "
"There's actually such a thing?"
Their expressions changed, revealing looks of surprise.
"The main universe is changing with each passing day. Things that were previously unimaginable seem to be coming true one by one. This is the tide of the times …" The old mage's tone was somewhat emotional.
"Let them do whatever they want. In any case, it has nothing to do with us. Didn't we hide from the world long ago because we didn't want to be involved in this kind of storm?" Another person shook his head.
Even the advanced civilizations could not supervise the birth of every Beyond Grade A Super. Everyone had different pursuits. Occasionally, there would be new Beyond Grade As who were unwilling to fight for power, unwilling to show their abilities, unwilling to participate in the changes of the times. Thus, after stepping into the Beyond Grade A realm, they would choose to live in seclusion, hiding the strength they had obtained with great difficulty.
Because those who could advance to Beyond Grade A were usually people with strong desires, such new Beyond Grade As without ambition were relatively rare. Due to luck and other factors, they were not recorded by the advanced civilizations.
The four present were all Beyond Grade As who had lived in seclusion a long time ago. They shared the same ideals and had left the main universe together, settling down in the depths of the secondary dimensions. They hid in small buildings and did not care about the seasons.
This secondary dimension called the 'Kingdom of the Four Gods' was not naturally formed. The four of them had chosen a suitable dimension, placed the materials, population, and other elements stolen from the main universe, and transformed it into a prosperous utopia-like world. At the same time, everyone's memories of the main universe were erased, making the residents think that this dimension was the entire world. The population had been passed down generation after generation, and they had long believed in this.
The residents were far away from the chaos of war and enjoyed the peace of seclusion. Almost everyone could live to the end of their lives, and the four of them were respected as' Gods of Creation '.
The old mage shook his head. "Although that's the case, the Sanctum Revival is worth our attention. Sooner or later, we will decline. If we can get a second life, we can continue to exist."
"When we left back then, we didn't want to go back. Are we going to break our vow now?" Some people were hesitant. They were used to staying in here and had some fear of going out. They instinctively felt repulsed.
The old mage stroked his long beard and hesitated. "Let's wait and see. Now is not a good time to go back. When everything is settled, it will be the right time. At that time, we can have a chat with that junior called Black Star."
Even the secluded Beyond Grade As could not help but be attracted by the Sanctum Revival. It was not just the four of them; similar things were happening in many corners of the secondary dimension world.
The Sanctum Revival was like a deep-water bomb, flipping up the sand in the depths of the sea, causing some existences hidden in the shadows to enter the range of sunlight. Invisible undercurrents surged in unknown corners.
…
Central Galaxy, Arcane Church, Temple of Ten Thousand Gods.
The hall was filled with statues of gods of all shapes and sizes. Some were majestic and heroic, some were otherworldly, and some were indescribable. The only thing they had in common was that they were all lifelike. There were statues of gods of all the religions in the universe, and there was a complete variety of them.
'God's Chosen' Wuornos stood in the middle of the hall, praying with his head lowered. The silver-gray priest robe on his body fluttered without any wind, and colorful spiritual halos flew around his huge body. Upon closer inspection, these spiritual halos seemed to contain lines of divine proverbs.
At this moment, a priest walked in with an upper echelon of the Arcane Church.
"Your Excellency, the Pope needs your help."
The upper echelon of the Arcane Church placed his hand on his chest and bowed respectfully.
Wuornos stopped praying and said without turning his head, "Speak."
"Okay, because of the Sanctum Revival, we have reached a new cooperation agreement with the dynasty and Radiance. We plan to form a joint research team to study the Sanctum Revival phenomenon on our own. We plan to build a secret research institute in the desolate universe area between the three territories. The Pope wants to invite the gods over."
"Sure."
Wuornos turned his head and pointed at a statue that looked like a sword-wielding angel. This was a god worshiped by a large religious sect called 'Babroye'. In the mythology system of this church, the clergy of this god was equivalent to a 'combatant'.
At this time, an invisible energy spread out, and the statue suddenly shook. A white-gold light shot out from inside — the moment the light left the statue, the lifelike feeling of the statue disappeared. It suddenly became lifeless and lifeless, without any spirituality.
The platinum-colored spirit light fused into Wuornos' body. The next moment, with a whoosh, an illusory figure suddenly grew out of his back, as if it had broken out of his body.
This phantom had a pair of glowing wings and held a gorgeous longsword. It had the same appearance as the statue, but its size and appearance were exactly the same as Wuornos'. It was like the product of the two of them combining.
At this moment, this phantom only extended its upper body like a sibling. It used its hands to support Wuornos' broad shoulders and was trying its best to pull itself out of Wuornos' body inch by inch.
In just a few seconds, this sword-wielding angel version of 'Wuornos' successfully separated from his main body. It flapped its wings and floated in the air, scattering platinum liquid energy all over the ground. Its body quickly turned from an illusion to a physical body. Its aura was strong, and it emitted the energy fluctuations of a high-level Beyond Grade A.
The two figures stood side by side, like different versions of the same person.
At this moment, Wuornos slowly spoke.
"One god is enough. Babroye is qualified for this mission. Bring him over."
"Okay, I'll bring him over. Thank you for your gift."
The upper echelons of the Arcane Church nodded again.
No matter how many times he saw this scene, he could not help but exclaim in admiration.
This was the guardian of the Arcane Church, the strongest person recognized by the entire universe for many years, the legendary 'God's Chosen' who could enlighten the gods …
One person, and he was the gods!
This was not just a personal ability. One of the core Universal Treasures of the Arcane Church had also merged into Wuornos' body, creating the title of 'God's Chosen'.
At this moment, Wuornos saw that the other party had not left.
"Is there anything else?"
The upper echelons of the Arcane Church came back to their senses and hurriedly said,
"There's one more thing. The Pope asked me to ask …"
"Ask away."
The upper echelons of the Arcane Church hesitated for a moment before carefully saying, "The Pope wants to know, are you confident in killing Black Star?"
Hearing this, Wuornos finally looked back at him and frowned.
"I'm not confident."
"… Okay, sorry to disturb you. I'll be leaving."
The upper echelons of the Arcane Church had no choice but to leave.
After watching the official disappear from his sight, Wuornos retracted his gaze and lowered his head to continue praying. He did not move from his position from beginning to end, like a statue standing on the spot.
…
The popularity of the news of the Sanctum Revival quickly rose to its peak in a few days and did not show any signs of subsiding for half a month. The major news media found a new entry point and began to count the identities, resumes, and abilities of the revivors. This immediately piqued the curiosity of the people, and the viewership ratings remained high.
At the same time, the production company of the Wayne Cards said that they would work overtime overnight to create the "Revivors" series of cards based on historical figures. They would draw card packs and develop several new styles of gameplay based on the Sanctum Revival. They were already at the pinnacle of leeching off popularity.
In the various strata of society, the reaction of the Calamity Grade Supers was very intense.
Calamity Grades had the strength to rule over an area, and they would rather be the tail of a phoenix. A considerable number of Calamity Grades did not want to join a Beyond Grade A organization, but the existence of the Sanctum Revival shook the minds of many people.
Generally speaking, Calamity Grades joining a Beyond Grade A organization were either to enjoy the shade under a big tree or to obtain the guidance of a Beyond Grade A Super. However, some people were well aware of their own potential and understood that they did not have the qualifications to enter the Beyond Grade A realm, so the motivation to train hard was not that strong. Many people stopped moving forward and indulged in the rights brought by strength.
However, the attraction of a second life was almost irresistible. Even the Calamity Grade Supers who had long accepted their mediocrity could not help but be reignited by greed.
This was especially true for the Beyond Grade A seeds, who were the most affected.
Originally, most Beyond Grade A seeds had a sense of pride, and not everyone craved the guidance of a Beyond Grade A. Even if they knew that it would be beneficial to them, some of them did not want to work for others. After all, they had to pay a price for what they wanted.
Some Beyond Grade A seeds who were lone wolves only wanted to walk their own path and complete the sublimation on their own. Then, they would stand on their own and become the number one figure in the universe.
However, the situation had changed. If they did not enter the Beyond Grade A realm, they would not be able to enjoy the Sanctum Revival. This was a safety guarantee. The mentality of these potential stocks who were only one step away from Beyond Grade A gradually wavered. Their thoughts began to slowly shift toward joining a Beyond Grade A organization, obtaining guidance, and obtaining the qualifications for the Sanctum Revival as soon as possible.
Most of the Supers who could become Beyond Grade A seeds were decisive people. Once they made a decision, they would quickly put it into action. For a time, many Beyond Grade A seeds in the various Star Fields stopped their training, adjusted their itinerary, and turned to head to the Flickering World.
Capable people all had pride, but most of the time, the reason why they did not speak was because they did not give enough chips. This was the law of the universe.
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