Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast

The sights of modern civilization always gave Jack Clark a sense of disharmony, as if it didn’t fit his True Martial Style cultivation.

Jack Clark couldn’t help but sigh, “What a complicated world.”

And time passed so fast; it had been nearly a month. Recalling everything that had happened during that time, a faint smile appeared on Jack Clark’s face.

Compared to his previous life where he went to work on time, living day by day under the pressure of mortgages and dowries, Jack Clark preferred his life now.

However, there was a faint sorrow in his eyes.

Fortunately, he still had a brother, and the compensation from his accidental death was enough to support their retirement.

As he walked with his thoughts drifting, Jack Clark stopped suddenly. In front of him was a red traffic light.

There were also some people around him waiting for the traffic lights, including men and women shopping, office workers going home for dinner, and some elderly people taking a walk.

Standing among the crowd, Jack Clark had an inexplicable feeling that they were all so vulnerable.

It seemed that if he barely exerted any effort, these ordinary people would suffer broken bones. No, it wasn’t a mere feeling; he was indeed very strong now.

He was so strong that he could kill an ordinary person with a single punch, and he had this delusion just after entering the First Layer Heaven.

No wonder the school and the official authorities imposed strict rules requiring cultivators not to use their martial force to coerce and harm ordinary people, or else they would face severe punishment.

Compared to ordinary people, cultivators were like a completely different species.

Of course, while strictly restricting cultivators, there were also some limitations involving ordinary people who provoked and caused trouble.

But no matter how these laws and regulations were limited, through the surface, Jack Clark keenly noticed the Federation’s power seemed terrifyingly powerful.

There were more than two billion people in this world, and the number of cultivators had increased dramatically in recent years to at least over a million.

Despite this situation, the official authorities were still able to monitor the world, suppress all cultivators, and prevent them from disrupting social stability while possessing great power.

Even conflicts between martial arts halls were rarely heard, and there was little news about cultivator conflicts on the Internet. Instead, there were mostly gossips about ordinary cultivators.

It seemed that a hand was intentionally blurring the boundary between ordinary people and cultivators.

It made ordinary people feel that although there were cultivators who were very powerful, there wasn’t much difference between them and ordinary people, so there was no need to worry or panic too much.

Those cultivators would not be superior to ordinary people, and everyone was an equal existence. Such information guidance could be found everywhere on the Internet.

How terrifying must the power needed to achieve this be? Jack Clark felt a chill in his heart at the thought.

Keep a low profile, cultivate diligently, and try not to provoke the authorities unless you become strong enough to be invincible. Jack Clark recited silently in his heart.

However, he was in fact an official person, or at least he had some connection with the authorities.

That’s because the school was an extension of official power.

Jack Clark returned home deep in thought, and Glenn Clark poked his head out of the kitchen, calling out to him, “Brother, I’ve bought the fish for you, cleaned and put it in a basin.”

“Okay,” Jack said with a faint smile on his face.

These days, he had come home late due to his cultivation, and Glenn had taken up the responsibility of preparing dinner every day.

Jack naturally wouldn’t refuse this.

Kids should be doing more work; otherwise, playing soccer and basketball all day long was not proper.

Now they were in the cultivation era, and past sports events like basketball and soccer had faded away, with few people enjoying watching them since they had no prospects.

After all, compared to the power of cultivators, basketball and soccer were merely activities for children, and even other sports events were almost extinct.

Holding a basin of fish meat, Jack Clark came to his room on the second floor.

The Six-legged Salamander, which had grown to 64 centimeters with arms as thick as his own, lay lazily on a chair, its tail hanging over the edge and swaying slightly.

On both sides of its flattened head, three pairs of 5-centimeter-long red horns rose like wings, its mouth slightly open revealing two rows of newly grown sharp teeth.

Additionally, with the bulging muscles on its body, sturdy limbs, and sharp claws, it looked even more ferocious than a medium-sized lizard.

Bang!Jack Clark’s consciousness sank, controlling the Avatar to jump off the chair, making a dull sound when it landed.

Despite being only a little over sixty centimeters, the Six-legged Salamander weighed more than ten kilograms. It took a few steps to the bowl filled with fish meat and bit into a fish.

With its sharp teeth, the salamander tore the fish meat apart and swallowed it in a few bites, before moving on to the next fish. It was quite fierce when eating.

Moreover, its digestion ability was terrifying.

Even though it consumed around thirty pounds of fish meat daily, the Avatar excreted very little, as if 99% of the matter was digested and converted into biological energy.

While controlling the Avatar to eat, Jack Clark’s thoughts were also spreading.

“I wonder how much the Avatar Evolution will improve me this time.”

Initially, the palm-sized Avatar had boosted his overall attributes by almost half as it evolved.

Now, the Avatar is similar in size to some medium and small-sized lizards and has a terrifying strength; its evolution should bring even more improvement.

If he wants to catch up or even surpass the geniuses, he’ll have to rely on this Avatar.

On Saturday, the second day of the week, Jack Clark still went to school for cultivation.

When he arrived on the Third Floor, he found that one classmate had come even earlier.

“Good morning, Levin.” Jack greeted the classmate who was warming up.

Looking at Jack, Sawyer Levin suddenly said, “Jack, do you want to spar?”

Upon hearing this proposal, Jack hesitated for a moment before agreeing, “Sure.”

This person was one of the Crystal Leinster Club members, named Sawyer Levin. He came from an ordinary family, similar to Jack.

With a height of around 1.7 meters, he was slightly shorter than the current Jack, looked ordinary, and had a quiet personality, but was very dedicated to his cultivation.

Sawyer’s talent was a little better than Jack’s. He reached Foundation Establishment four days earlier, practicing a cultivation method called the Ghostly Phantom, which excelled in speed and burst power.

In the Cultivation Area, Jack and Sawyer stood ten meters apart.

A look of excitement appeared on Sawyer’s face as he said solemnly, “Jack, my cultivation method is known for speed and burst power. Be careful.”

“Come on,” Jack remained unfazed.

Whoosh!

As soon as the words fell, Sawyer on the opposite side burst out at an astonishing speed, instantly covering ten meters and appearing to the left of Jack, sweeping out with his right leg.

Thud!

Jack raised his arm to block and stopped Sawyer’s kick.

When his arm collided with Sawyer’s leg, a dull sound erupted, and the impact of hundreds of kilograms of force made Jack’s body involuntarily retreat a step.

With nearly triple the physique of an ordinary person and the True Martial enhancement that excelled in speed, Sawyer’s burst of speed was almost double that of Jack’s.

And as speed equals strength, even if he couldn’t overpower Jack in absolute strength, under the blessing of his speed, every kick would still unleash over four hundred kilograms of force.

Moreover, he was incredibly agile.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

Sawyer’s legs brought up a series of afterimages surrounding Jack, launching relentless attacks like a raging storm, initially suppressing Jack for a moment.

But only momentarily, as Jack, who was primarily practicing the Dragon Elephant Power, had even greater strength. Raising his arms, he easily defended against all attacks.

Meanwhile, the increasingly rugged membrane made his defense soar, as even using his arms to block Sawyer’s leg strikes only caused a slight pain.

Suddenly, Jack shouted sharply, his voice like an elephant roar, and the furious howl stunned Sawyer into a pause.

In that instant, Jack seized the opportunity to rush forward, clenching his right fist. With his upper body muscles bulging like an enraged elephant, he threw a punch with his furious power.

Facing Jack’s bullet-like lunge punch, Sawyer’s face slightly changed, and he crossed his hands, unable to dodge.

Boom!

Under the overbearing power of the enraged elephant roar, Sawyer was blasted back six meters by Jack’s punch before stopping. There were two distinct shoe marks on the ground.