Awakening?The Infinite Evolution of My Talent as a Low-Level Awakener

Chapter 397 An Existence Beyond Transcendence!

Sterl was feeling a bit dizzy. The only thing he could sense was that he had achieved something remarkable by creating the Fission Law, establishing a power of his own, and receiving a reward for it!

This was not just a wild guess; it was the information he received after the radiant sphere-like mark appeared.

"If I had completed the Fission Law not through the divine act of creation but through my own strength, I would have gained even more terrifying rewards."

Sterl reflected on the message within the radiant sphere, feeling somewhat speechless…

If I could just create a Law with my bare hands… wouldn't I be invincible?

Even normal gods don't have such capabilities.

Only the divine authority of Creation could achieve this…

"Could the reward also come from a being above Transcendence/Swallowing Heaven? Perhaps the entity that created the game?"

Sterl felt a bit dazed.

However, it didn't hinder his excellent mood.

He didn't know what the radiant sphere could do in the hands of others, but for Sterl, the continuous reduction of the requirements for the evolution of his cheat was a tremendous boon!

The straightforward implication was—

Next time, all he needed was to accumulate the required resources. Whether it was Fortune or soul level, he could take his time and gradually improve; he would reach his goal eventually!

Amidst his excitement, a brilliant white light slowly illuminated before Sterl.

The creation of the Fission Law had little impact on the mental realm, but it was a different story for the external reality!

Fission corresponded to a phenomenon in the natural world…

Thus, this area, sealed off by the Blood of Contamination, became the core.

A strange message began to flow toward countless Crystal Barrier Galaxies, spreading to the upper realms.

Sterl was overthinking; ordinary gods could not sense this strange message at all.

Only countless beings in the upper realms inexplicably opened their eyes.

At that moment, in the void,

A pure white palace floated in mid-air, surrounded by countless flowers and trees growing in abundance.

If Sterl were to visit this place, he might recognize that it resembled the paradise from the myths of his previous life before transmigration, as well as the palace of the gods of Olympus.

This peculiar region was located at the very core of the upper realms.

Inside the palace, several statues, accompanied by soft rustling sounds, opened their eyes amidst the swirling dust.

"A new Law has appeared."

"How many years has it been since the last one?"

"I don't know."

"How would I remember such things?"

"Isn't this also considered our accomplishment?"

"Accomplishment? Rewards of this caliber have long since lost their meaning for us."

"Only by nurturing true warriors can we gain the opportunity for 'Transcendence,' but is the life after 'Transcendence' truly what you and I desire?"

...

As the statues engaged in conversation, they gradually emerged from their previously frozen state, revealing their forms. These beings displayed various bizarre postures.

Some were humanoid, others had wings sprouting from their backs, resembling angels, while some appeared as demonic entities. Yet, these beings seemed disinterested in communicating mentally; instead, they used a common language to converse.

Among themselves, the statues exhibited a remarkably similar resonance.

In the temple, even those statues that had not awakened, though varied in form and belonging to different races, remained interconnected through some shared characteristic, sustaining the operation of the colossal structure.

In the outside world, the temple remained shrouded in energy, invisible, untouchable, and unmentionable.

"By the way... what kind of power has transformed into a Law?"

"Are there still types of power in this world that haven't been cataloged?"

"Let me see... it seems to be called..."

At first, the few awakened statues were merely chatting happily among themselves until they suddenly realized that the power that had ascended to a Law was something special.

"It's the Fission Law!"

"How could it be this kind of Law?"

"It's the human race from Earth; only this one race could possibly create this Law!"

"And it's those traitors who possess the relevant technology!"

"Really!"

"Is there such a thing??"

"It seems we've missed some good drama?? How did the principle of Fission circulate? Or are those traitors still alive and kicking?"

...

Not only the awakened statues but countless statues within the temple echoed these voices, awakening with expressions of joy.

"Good! Good! Good!"

"Our kind... the human race from Earth, has not only produced talents but has also unearthed the powers that those traitors had long hidden. If we find them, we can not only..."

"We can also..."

One statue shouted loudly, but the key words in what he said transformed into secret sounds that could not be deciphered.

Then the entire temple turned into a boiling ocean, and it was unclear which statue was speaking.

"Immediately mobilize all the forces from the lower realm to search for traces."

"Not a single Crystal Barrier Galaxy can be overlooked!"

"No, the upper realms must conduct a self-inspection too!"

"The previously reported trace of Solomon must be searched again!"

"We have waited too long; some of our old comrades have already departed forever."

Quickly, the statues reached a consensus. They were referring to several shattered statues within the temple; calling them shattered was more accurate than saying they had been weathered or corroded into ashes...

Looking at those who had perished, the statues were impatient and eager to find the being that had created the new Law.

Meanwhile, the earliest awakened statues were still in the discussion line.

Soon, they sensed something as a matter of routine, and their expressions changed! Some even appeared frightened.

"We need to be prepared."

"That thing is coming again!"

"We don't know if it's an additional force or a backup that has existed all along, triggered at a fixed time, but this time we can't escape!"

"Just received word that some 'cornerstones' in the upper realms have transformed into seeds of that thing and have fallen into the lower realm."

"It seems that this time, that thing has evolved and changed its method of invasion."

"No, we should say there are two modes of invasion operating simultaneously."

As the words were spoken, the formerly joyful statues in the entire structure became somewhat panicked and uneasy.

"Damn it! It's coming again?"

"What do we do? Should we...?"

"What should we do?"

"Wasn't the purpose of building the temple to defend against those things?"

"At worst, let all races be extinguished; as long as we still have means to manipulate reality, we won't run out of troops."

"As long as we are in Transcendence, there will be no Annihilation."

The statue, appearing extremely noble—

It was no longer just a statue; it was a golden humanoid figure, speaking to steady the other "beings."

"Yes! Yes!"

"It's not our concern!"

"We will endure!"

...

The statues discussed among themselves, gradually quieting down, no longer agitated.

Only scattered voices remained.

"By the way, how is the decryption of the Transcendence code progressing?"

"So far, it's difficult to achieve the goal; all players will be ejected when calamity strikes."

"Is that not possible? Oh well, it doesn't matter; we have all the time to wait until the next wave of players grows stronger."

Then the topic shifted.

"The revival of those entities may very well disrupt the boundaries of the realms."

"When that happens, the world will integrate and restore..."

"It's fine; the temple has solidified its power, and the upper realms will be reinstated. This will not affect our energy concentration here. Instead, the merging of countless worlds and the reorganization of hell will make it easier to find the possessor of the 'Fission' Law."

"We have long prepared strategies and rehearsals; what's there to be anxious about?"

"True enough, it's all good news."

These scattered voices gradually diminished, and eventually, the temple transformed back into a dead zone.

At this moment, if an outsider were to come here, they would be greatly astonished to discover that the beings within the temple seemed to stand on equal footing with the creation of the Transcendence system??

Could they even be contemplating controlling Transcendence??

...

Sterl had no idea that his creation of the Fission Law could expose him at any moment.

Fortunately, those statues that were aware could not investigate the creator of the Law; they could only employ the most rudimentary method of wildly searching through all the Crystal Barrier Galaxies.

Unaware of the impending crisis, Sterl shook his head as he looked at the battlefield ahead.

The situation was dire!

The aftermath of Thunder had almost shattered the attacks of five divine-level units.

In response, three gods from the main world shouted, "Gather over here!"

Rog and Licitris did not hesitate and rushed over.

They were already on the brink of death; a few more minutes of life were not worth mutual suspicion.

The three gods of the main world indeed had their means; they suddenly pulled out a peculiar Oil-paper umbrella.

This was left behind by two figures from the upper realms.

At that time, in their haste to return, they had left behind many treasures.

This Oil-paper umbrella was their most precious item.

Its effect was simple and direct, and with the infusion of the three gods' Divine Power, the Oil-paper umbrella shattered, transforming into a barrier as thin as paper, positioned above the five divine-level units, cutting off all lightning.

"How is this possible!"

Despite the Will of Hell's furious howls and continuous use of lightning, the paper-formed shield merely trembled slightly, showing cracks, but could not be breached in the short term.

Fortunately, the Oil-paper umbrella was not so overpowering as to cover the entire Blood River; the Will of Hell hesitated slightly and then crazily burned his life force to siphon the Blood River, transforming into the Archduke of Blood.

One by one, the Archdukes of Blood became burning torches!

The result was that Thunder had already covered everything!

Throughout the layer of hell, all vitality was extinguished, leaving only the brilliant lightning, as if it were about to create the world anew.

Theoretically, the Oil-paper umbrella had already been marred by cracks.

Under the Will of Hell's desperate circumstances, it should have shattered quickly, especially with the Blood River on the verge of being drained.

However, the Will of Hell suddenly became rational and calm, slowing down its offensive, as if it too was wary of something.

And with a deeper understanding of the situation in hell, Licitris and Rog felt a sense of awakening—