Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast

However, across nearly sixty Martial Arts Schools on the Southern Battlefield, there are only about twenty top-tier geniuses with Fifth Layer Heaven’s power unearthed per year, most of whom come from First-class Martial Schools.

Most Second-Class Martial Schools don’t have any.

Looking at Howard Lambert, who is exuding a wild, bloody aura opposite him, Justin Welan couldn’t help but say, “Howard, take it easy, I heard you’ve been heavily injured more than a dozen times recently.”

Howard Lambert’s voice boomed, “Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.”

Alright.

Justin Welan looked back at the Lewis sisters on the other side and couldn’t help but express his admiration, “Class Leader, I didn’t expect you two to be so secretive, awakening Elemental Talent.”

Compared to them, cultivators who have undergone a Secondary Physique Transformation and possess Physical Talent, those with Elemental Talent augmented by True Martial have even greater power.

Crystal Lewis responded indifferently, “Don’t be envious. Neither Mandy nor I are Natural Awakened Ones; we are only Innate due to the Mythical Resources that changed our physiques.”

A few years ago, the father of Crystal Lewis was lucky enough to obtain Mythical Resources in the mythical world that could alter human physiques.

However, whether it was because they were too young or too weak at the time, after absorbing the Mythical Resources, their talents only awakened halfway, remaining in a semi-dormant state.

This was also the reason for their unusual hair color.

But even so, such Mythical Resources are enviable, regretfully being too precious and rare.

Justin Welan then looked at Jane Aiken, whose demeanor was calm and collected. Never mind, that monster wasn’t worth mentioning; no one could suppress her except for that freak, Jack.

Suddenly, Mandy Lewis said softly, “Do you think Jack Clark will come this time?”

Jane Aiken’s voice remained even, “He definitely will.”

Justin Welan also nodded in agreement, “Jack will certainly come. With his talent, even if he doesn’t want to, the Federation will bind him and throw him in.”

As everyone was anxious and full of anticipation, the Endless Mist outside dissipated, and the train burst through the fog wall that obscured the sky and arrived at a boundless, vast plain.

At the end of the plain, a kilometer-tall Silver Vortex slowly rotated, emitting dense energy so thick that it nearly turned into a white mist, spraying out like smoke.

Around the Silver Vortex stood a huge and strict Military Base. Above the base floated dozens of celestial objects resembling satellites or Sky Base weapons.

However, the train did not approach the First Channel Base but stopped at a Military Base situated tens of kilometers away.

In front of the Earth, ahead, the world seemed to have suddenly split open, forming a pitch-black Sky Curtain.

At the end of the limitless Void, a massive landmass was approaching, so close that one could see the mountains and rivers on it, along with some broken buildings.

“We have arrived at the Forward Base of Channel One. Please, Special Forces Soldiers, take your personal belongings and disembark in an orderly fashion. The train will stop for fifteen minutes…”

Following the continuous announcements, the train doors, forged from the corpse of a Level 8 Behemoth, opened one after another. Soon, over two hundred geniuses carrying weapons or wearing battle armor stepped off the train, one after another.

These individuals came from the Southern, Northern, and West Mountain battlefields, as well as from over ten First-class Martial Academies of the military, gathering almost all the top-notch talents of Eastern Summer.

“Those guys are from the Northern Battlefield. Do you see that guy in the middle wearing a Daoist robe? His name is Damon Lopes, an Innate Awakened One,” someone pointed out.

“That guy is actually an Innate Awakened One! The kind who are said to directly reach the Ninth Heavens with a thirty percent chance of breaking through to king-level?”

“Correct.”

Suddenly, many people from the Southern Battlefield looked at Damon Lopes with envy, including Howard Lambert and Justin Welan.

Amid the crowd, Damon Lopes, sensing envious glances from afar, stood with his hands behind his back, his demeanor calm and undisturbed, appearing effortlessly ethereal.

“Deservedly an Innate Awakened One, he has an extraordinary aura — with his talent, he must have broken through to the Sixth-layer Heaven by now, right?”

“Not just that. I heard he invoked Heavenly Thunder for body forging a few days ago and broke through to the Seventh Layer Heaven in one go, and he’s only eighteen, a sophomore in the Seventh Layer.”

“Hiss! That’s terrifying.”