Comprehension Ability: Creating and teaching the Dao in various worlds-Chapter 880 - 18 Lin Yuan’s Reputation (Please Subscribe)

The incarnation carried all the supreme weapons into the Xuanhuang Secret Realm at that moment.

Lin Yuan knew right then that everything was in order.

Even if the Taiyang Divine Spirit fell on the battlefield.

These supreme weapons were completely his own, and those of rival races at Twelve-Star could not take them away.

"Next, there's one more thing I need to confirm."

Lin Yuan's thoughts flickered, and he arrived at the deepest part of the secret realm, which was also the safest place.

Whoosh!

The Taiyin Primordial Spirit descended, appearing here as well.

"Master."

At that moment, a six-armed figure emerged, bowing slightly towards Lin Yuan.

He appeared here in response to Lin Yuan's summon.

"As the 'spirit' of this secret realm, you should be able to tell whether any of these Twelve-Star weapons retain any sort of residual marks or techniques, right?"

Lin Yuan looked at the six-armed figure, took out his spatial bracelet, and directly handed it over.

On the super-large battlefield, the more than six hundred supreme weapons collected all came from various peak race forces, and there might be residual techniques.

To leave no stone unturned, Lin Yuan naturally had to check them himself.

The six-armed figure was the 'spirit' of the Xuanhuang Secret Realm, created by Xuanhuang himself. Although not strong in combat, its perception of foreign energy was definitely superior to Lin Yuan.

"Let me take a look."

The six-armed figure took the spatial bracelet and started to inspect every supreme weapon inside and out with the power of the Xuanhuang Secret Realm.

"So many Twelve-Star weapons?"

The six-armed figure was slightly shocked inside. These Twelve-Star weapons, while negligible in the prime era of the Xuanhuang lineage, were uncommon in the universe.

How on Earth did all these Twelve-Star weapons end up in the master's hands?

The six-armed figure reined in its thoughts, refrained from further speculation, and immediately began to inspect each supreme weapon carefully.

After a short while.

The six-armed figure handed back the bracelet, and respectfully reported, "Master, there are no residual energy traces or techniques left on any of the Twelve-Star weapons."

"Understood."

Lin Yuan nodded.

In fact, if techniques from the rival Twelve-Star beings were really left in the supreme weapons, they should have been activated when Lin Yuan exterminated those rival Eleven-Level beings just like how the Clan Suppression Weapons were triggered.

Not being activated indicated there was a high probability that no contingency was left behind.

Although Lin Yuan had already guessed this would be the case, he still felt at ease after having the six-armed figure inspect them.

Lin Yuan trusted the six-armed figure quite a bit. Perhaps it wasn't as strong as a Twelve-Star in direct combat, but for a Twelve-Star from the rival races to leave behind traces and evade the detection of the six-armed figure, they would have to be a Chaos Realm powerhouse, otherwise it would be impossible.

And Chaos Realm powerhouses... each was an unrivaled entity sweeping the Chaos Void. Within a single Cosmic Era since the birth of the universe, it was impossible for a Chaos Realm powerhouse to emerge.

If any of the eleven peak race forces had a Chaos Realm powerhouse, it would no longer be a matter concerning Human Civilization, and all life in the universe would have to submit to this Chaos Realm powerhouse.

"Dismissed."

Lin Yuan looked at the six-armed figure.

"Yes."

The six-armed figure disappeared on the spot.

"All these supreme weapons will be stored here."

Lin Yuan went to where he kept the other supreme weapons and Twelve-Star treasures and placed the spatial bracelet in one corner.

For now, Lin Yuan was not short of supreme weapons, and to ensure the smooth operation of the super-large battlefield, he had allowed the Taiyang Divine Spirit to select a few suitable supreme weapons to carry.

For Lin Yuan, the worst outcome would be the fall of the Taiyang Divine Spirit on the battlefield and the loss of a few supreme weapons, which was a completely bearable loss.

Should the Taiyang Divine Spirit fall, Lin Yuan could easily reconjure it; supreme weapons? Before entering the super-large battlefield, Lin Yuan had already reserved more than thirty supreme weapons.

...

Super-large battlefield.

Inside the Human Civilization Alliance War Base.

Lin Yuan sat cross-legged in the control room, with Xuanyuan You and many other Human Civilization's evolvers standing below, reporting the latest situation on the battlefield.

"Galaxy Master, at present, our strong members of the Human Civilization Alliance have taken control of the Victory Altar at the center of the battlefield. We only need to persist for a hundred years to successfully obtain the war domination rights for the first time,"

said Xuanyuan You with a respectful tone.

At this moment, he completely regarded Lin Yuan as a high-ranking individual above himself, fully convinced and without any resentment.

The other Eleventh Level Perfected Evolvers present also felt the same.

Are you kidding me? The scene of the Galaxy Master crushing tens of thousands of alien species of the Eleventh Level with a simple gesture is still swirling in the minds of all human evolvers.

In the Galaxy Master, they vaguely perceived a similar disdain for the Eleventh Level as if they were mere ants.

"Victory Altar."

Lin Yuan opened his eyes, his gaze deep.

In the normal course of war, the scenario would unfold with one victor emerging from the twelve peak clan forces after a bloody slaughter to occupy the Victory Altar.

To face the counterattack of other peak clan forces, one only needs to continue occupying the Victory Altar for a hundred years and then declare the end of the first large-scale battlefield, possibly taking command of the war.

Of course, that is the ideal state. In reality, most clan forces are unable to occupy the Victory Altar for a century, and should they lose it to another clan force and then recapture it, the count of occupied time must start anew.

Thus, a major war could theoretically end in a hundred years, but in practice, it often lasts for thousands to tens of thousands of years as the battlefield altar swings back and forth between a few peak clan forces, which couldn't be more normal.

"I will go to the Victory Altar and preside over it."

Lin Yuan said, knowing that the time spent controlling the Victory Altar is crucial to the end of the war; naturally, he must personally ensure that the defensive power there is the strongest.

Reminded by Xia Qin, the ultimate evolver, Lin Yuan realized that the other eleven peak clan forces wouldn't easily concede defeat.

Whether for the dominant control over the first war, or for those hundreds of ultimate weapons that fell into Lin Yuan's hands.

In fact, for the peak clan forces, the latter is more important. Losing command over the first war might result in some loss of territory, but they could regain it by capturing control of the war again.

But losing ultimate weapons? It's most likely irreversible—not just one or two ultimate weapons, but hundreds of them.

...

After reporting everything, Xuanyuan You and many other human evolvers respectfully departed.

"Victory Altar." Lin Yuan looked in the direction of the Victory Altar, which exuded a strange aura that allowed him to easily pinpoint its exact location.

The emergence of the Victory Altar was designed to intensify the deadly competition between major peak clan forces.

"Who knows what means those alien Twelfth Levels will use against me."

Lin Yuan was extremely relaxed, for all the ultimate weapons had been sent to the Xuanhuang Secret Realm. Even if the situation deteriorated, Lin Yuan would still profit enormously.

His baseline bounty had already been secured.

...

Yu Clan Territory.

A secret location here housed a vast and immense world, at the center of which stood a tall building—a palace of majestic proportions, permeated with the ambiance from the dawn of the universe.

Suddenly, a figure appeared before the palace.

The figure entered the palace and bowed respectfully to the towering figure seated high within: "Greetings to the Sovereign."

Within the Yu Clan, the ultimate Eleventh Levels are also referred to as 'Sovereigns', a title meaning supreme and unparalleled.

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"Rise."

"How do you perceive that Galaxy Master?" The 'Sovereign' seated atop the palace spoke, looking down at the figure below.

This figure, Fan Gaomo, was the strongest Eleventh Level of the Yu Clan, wielding a Clan Suppression Weapon, currently hiding in a corner of the battlefield and on constant alert for the Galaxy Master's approach.

"Sovereign, the Galaxy Master is too strong. Even if I forcibly use the Clan Suppression Weapon, I feel I still cannot contend."

Fan Gaomo spoke softly, his voice revealing a hint of despair.

As a clan born at the very beginning of the cosmos and even after splitting from the Universe Clan, the Yu Clan was immensely proud, holding only the Robber Clan in high regard and looking down upon the other peak clan forces that rose later.

However, the Galaxy Master had made Fan Gaomo acutely aware of how ludicrous his pride in his Yu Clan bloodline truly was in the face of absolute power.

"The Galaxy Master is indeed formidable. Even if you were to carry the ultimate foundations of the Human Civilization into battle, the strength and focus needed to activate and operate them are beyond your reach."

The Yu Clan's 'Sovereign' nodded slightly and then changed the subject, "But no matter how formidable, he is still just a creature of the Eleventh Level, and can be dealt with."

"Sovereign, do you intend to..."

A flicker of realization crossed Fan Gaomo's mind as he looked up at the towering figure above.

"Go to our clan's treasure vault, with my command, and take the eighty-fourth treasure."

The Yu Clan's 'Sovereign' spoke calmly. After discussions among the ultimate beings of the eleven peak clan forces.

In the next hundred years, all eleven peak clan forces must unite to kill the Galaxy Master's avatar and retrieve all ultimate weapons.

The Yu Clan deploying their vault's eighty-fourth treasure, and the other peak clan forces using equivalent treasures, aimed to counter the Galaxy Master.

"The eighty-fourth treasure?"

Fan Gaomo inhaled sharply; although not a Clan Suppression Weapon, the eighty-fourth treasure could surge in power instantaneously and surpass the Clan Suppression Weapon.

Clan Suppression Weapons, with their high ceilings, had significant effects even against ultimate Twelfth Levels, but the eighty-fourth treasure could sweep any being below the Twelfth Level.

Even ultimate Twelfth Level beings had to tread cautiously in the face of the eighty-fourth treasure.

"Leave now."

The Yu Clan's 'Sovereign' waved a hand and spoke no further.

The next moment, Fan Gaomo was instantly transported outside the palace.

"The eighty-fourth treasure."

Fan Gaomo's eyes sparkled with vigor. The enormous pressure from the Galaxy Master seemed to dissipate slightly.