Chapter 453: Lin Yuan's Fame
Chapter 453: Lin Yuan's Fame
The moment the incarnation entered the Xuanhuang Secret Realm with all the pinnacle weapons, Lin Yuan knew everything was settled.
Even if the Solar Nascent Soul fell in battle, these pinnacle weapons would still be undeniably his, and the twelfth-order alien beasts would have no way of taking them back.
"Next, there's one more thing to confirm."
Lin Yuan's thoughts stirred, and he arrived at the deepest part of the secret realm, the safest place within it.
Whoosh!
The Lunar Nascent Soul descended, appearing in the same spot.
"Master," a six-armed figure appeared and bowed slightly to Lin Yuan.
His presence here was due to Lin Yuan's summons.
"As the 'Spirit' of this secret realm, you should be able to detect if there are any residual imprints of alien techniques on these twelfth-order weapons, right?" Lin Yuan asked, looking at the six-armed figure as he took out the spatial bracelet and handed it over.
With over six hundred pinnacle weapons obtained from the super-large battlefield, there was a possibility that some residual traces of their original owners remained. To be thorough, Lin Yuan wanted to have them inspected.
The six-armed figure was the 'Spirit' of the Xuanhuang Secret Realm, created by Emperor Xuanhuang himself. While not particularly powerful in combat, its ability to sense foreign energy traces far surpassed Lin Yuan's.
"Let me take a look."
The six-armed figure took the spatial bracelet and, with the aid of the Xuanhuang Secret Realm's power, began to inspect each of the pinnacle weapons within, leaving no corner unchecked.
"So many twelfth-order weapons?" The six-armed figure was slightly startled. While such a number would not have been significant to the Xuanhuang lineage in their heyday, it was a different matter within the universe.
Just how had the master acquired so many twelfth-order weapons?
The six-armed figure quickly reined in its thoughts, not daring to dwell on the matter further. It immediately began a meticulous inspection of each pinnacle weapon.
Moments later, the six-armed figure returned the bracelet and respectfully replied, "Master, none of the twelfth-order weapons show any traces of residual energy or techniques."
"Very well," Lin Yuan nodded.
In truth, if there had been any alien techniques left within the weapons, they would likely have been triggered when Lin Yuan had destroyed the eleventh-order aliens, just like the clan heirlooms had been activated.
The fact that nothing happened indicated a high probability that there were no such residual traces.
Although Lin Yuan had already suspected as much, he only felt truly reassured after having the six-armed figure conduct the inspection.
He had a considerable amount of trust in the six-armed figure. While its combat abilities might not match a twelfth-order beast, when it came to sensing residual traces of alien energies, it was unparalleled. For an alien twelfth-order beast to leave any traces that could evade the six-armed figure's detection, it would have to be a Chaos Realm expert. Otherwise, it was simply impossible.
And a Chaos Realm expert was a being that reigned supreme throughout the chaotic void. There was no possibility of the universe giving birth to such a being within its entire existence.
If any of the eleven pinnacle races possessed a Chaos Realm expert, there would be no such thing as human civilization, and all life in the universe would be under the dominion of that expert.
"You may leave now," Lin Yuan said, looking at the six-armed figure.
"Yes," the figure replied, vanishing from the spot.
"I'll keep these pinnacle weapons here," Lin Yuan said as he went to the place where he stored his other pinnacle weapons and the Twelve Star Wonders. He placed the spatial bracelet in a corner.
Currently, Lin Yuan had no shortage of pinnacle weapons. To ensure the smooth progress of the super-large battlefield, he had even allowed the Solar Nascent Soul to choose a few suitable pinnacle weapons to carry into battle.
For Lin Yuan, the worst-case scenario would be the loss of the Solar Nascent Soul and a few pinnacle weapons in battle, but even that was a bearable loss.
He could easily condense another Solar Nascent Soul, and as for pinnacle weapons, he had already stockpiled over thirty of them before even entering the super-large battlefield.
Super-Large Battlefield.
Within the Human Civilization Alliance's War Base.
Lin Yuan sat cross-legged in the control room while Xuanyuan You and numerous other human civilization evolvers stood below, reporting on the latest developments on the battlefield.
"Galaxy Master, our Human Civilization Alliance and other powerful experts have already occupied the Victory Altar at the center of the battlefield. We only need to hold our ground for a hundred years to smoothly obtain the initiative in this first war," Xuanyuan You reported respectfully.
At this moment, he regarded Lin Yuan as a superior existence, and he did so wholeheartedly, without the slightest hint of resentment.
The other eleventh-order perfect evolvers present felt the same way.
How could they not? The image of Galaxy Master crushing tens of thousands of eleventh-order aliens with a casual gesture was still fresh in their minds. From him, they sensed an aura akin to that of a pinnacle existence, one that regarded eleventh-order beings as insignificant ants.
"Victory Altar," Lin Yuan murmured as he opened his eyes, a profound look in their depths.
In a typical war, the twelve pinnacle races would engage in a brutal battle, and the victor would occupy the Victory Altar. They would then have to withstand the counterattacks of the other races, and if they could maintain control of the altar for a hundred years, it would signal the end of the first large-scale battlefield, and perhaps even determine the dominant force in this war.
"I will go to the Victory Altar."
Lin Yuan spoke, intending to personally oversee the defense of the altar, as its occupation was key to ending the war.
After Xia Qin's reminder, Lin Yuan was aware that the other eleven peak races would not give up so easily.
Whether it was for the dominance in the first war or the hundreds of top-tier weapons that had fallen into Lin Yuan's hands, they would not back down.
In fact, for the peak races, the latter was even more important. Losing dominance in the first war would mean ceding some of their territory, but they could always regain it in subsequent wars.
But losing those top-tier weapons? It was highly unlikely they would get them back. This wasn't about one or two weapons, but hundreds of them.
After the report, Xuanyuan You and the other human evolvers left respectfully.
"The Victory Altar," Lin Yuan murmured, his gaze fixed on the direction of the altar, from which a faint aura emanated, allowing him to easily pinpoint its location.
The emergence of the Victory Altar was meant to intensify the slaughter and competition among the various peak races.
"I wonder what those twelfth-order aliens are planning to do to deal with me."
Lin Yuan's attitude was relaxed and carefree. After all, all the top-tier weapons had been safely transported to the Xuanhuang Secret Realm. Even if the situation took a turn for the worse, Lin Yuan had already made a huge profit.
He had secured his minimum gains.
**The Domain of the Yu Race**
In a secluded area of the Yu Race's domain, there existed a vast and boundless world. At the center of this world stood a towering structure, a palace that exuded an aura from the dawn of the universe.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of the palace and bowed respectfully.
"Greetings, Your Majesty."
The twelfth-order ultimates of the Yu Race were also referred to as 'Emperors', signifying their supreme status.
"Rise."
"What do you think of that Galaxy Master?" The Emperor, seated high within the palace, asked, looking down at the figure below.
This figure was the strongest eleventh-order member of the Yu Race, named Fan Gaomo, who currently held one of their clan's heirloom weapons. He was hiding in a corner of the battlefield, ever vigilant for an attack from the Galaxy Master.
"Your Majesty, the Galaxy Master is too strong. Even if I forcefully activate our clan's heirloom weapon, I feel that I am far from being able to match him," Fan Gaomo replied in a low voice, his tone laced with despair.
As one of the earliest races to emerge at the dawn of the universe, the Yu Race, even after splitting from the Universe Race, held themselves with immense pride. Aside from the Jie Race, whom they regarded highly, they looked down upon the other peak races that rose to prominence later.
However, the Galaxy Master had made Fan Gaomo realize just how laughable his pride in his Yu Race bloodline was in the face of absolute power.
"The Galaxy Master is indeed powerful. Even if you were to infuse it with the ultimate foundation of human civilization, the strength and mental fortitude required to activate and wield it would be beyond your reach," the Yu Emperor nodded slightly, then continued, "But no matter how powerful, he is still just an eleventh-order life form, and there are ways to deal with him."
"Your Majesty, do you intend..." Fan Gaomo's heart stirred as he looked up at the towering figure above him.
"Go to our clan's treasury and retrieve the 84th treasure, with my command." The Yu Emperor's tone was calm and steady. After discussing the matter with the twelfth-order ultimate existences of the eleven peak races, a decision had been made.
In the coming centuries, all eleven peak races must unite and do everything in their power to kill the Galaxy Master's avatar and reclaim the top-tier weapons.
The Yu Race would deploy their 84th treasure, and the other peak races would likewise utilize treasures of similar caliber. Their goal was to take down the Galaxy Master.
"The 84th treasure?" Fan Gaomo took a sharp breath. While it wasn't a clan heirloom, the 84th treasure was known for its instantaneous burst of power, surpassing even the clan heirlooms.
The clan heirlooms had a very high upper limit and were effective even against twelfth-order ultimates. However, the 84th treasure could sweep away any existence below the twelfth-order, including eleventh-order ultimates.
"You may go."
The Yu Emperor waved his hand dismissively, ending the conversation.
In the next moment, Fan Gaomo found himself outside the palace.
"The 84th treasure."
Fan Gaomo's spirits lifted. The overwhelming pressure he had felt from the Galaxy Master began to dissipate.
(End of Chapter)
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