Chapter 834 - 556: Entering Catastrophe Level Means Reaching the Peak
Chapter 834: Chapter 556: Entering Catastrophe Level Means Reaching the Peak
Raylo stood up.
He didn’t immediately inspect the explosive surge of his Power. Instead, he simply stood quietly at the peak of the cliff, experiencing this "new" world.
The wind was no longer just a simple current of air, but the intertwining and flowing of countless pale-cyan lines of rules. The mountain rocks beneath his feet were heavy, earthy-yellow lines in deep slumber. In the distance, the ocean—having boiled and returned to tranquility—was the breathing and pulsing of deep-blue lines.
In his eyes, the entire world had transformed into an incredibly precise, three-dimensional canvas woven from endless lines of rules. He even had the illusion that, as long as he wished it, he could reach out and pluck these lines like the strings of an instrument.
This was the Catastrophe Level.
Below the Catastrophe Level, one perceived Elements and energy. Above the Catastrophe Level, one perceived rules and the origin of Power.
The little ones gathered around, acting affectionately toward Raylo. At some point, Sun had reverted to its Golden Dragon form and was crouching next to Silver Moon Blade.
Raylo reached out and rubbed Moonlight’s large head, then turned his gaze to Silver Moon Blade’s massive figure. "Your Excellency Silver Moon Blade, thank you for standing guard."
Silver Moon Blade lowered its head to gaze at Raylo.
"Your Excellency Raylo, from this day forward, you and I are equals." Silver Moon Blade’s voice rang out in Raylo’s mind, carrying an unprecedented solemnity.
This change in address meant that this Catastrophe Level Silver Dragon now viewed Raylo as a powerhouse of the same tier.
Raylo gave a slight nod, saying no more. He leaped into the air, landing steadily on the back of Lightning, who had reverted to a Thunder Dragon.
"Back to Baisha Port."
CRACKLE!
With a flash of electricity, Lightning transformed into a bolt that tore through the sky, speeding off in the direction of Baisha Port. Silver Moon Blade watched the streak of lightning disappear into the horizon before its massive body slowly and silently faded into the Cloud Sea.
Baisha Port.
When the blue lightning tore through the sky and landed on the plaza in front of the Marquis’s Mansion, Marquis Orlando, who had been waiting there for over an hour, instantly broke into a radiant smile.
"Hahaha! My good son-in-law!"
This bigshot, whose mere stomp could cause an earthquake in Baisha Port, now looked like an ordinary, doting father. He hurried forward, showing not a hint of impatience—only genuine joy and pride. He couldn’t discern the changes in Raylo’s Power, but he had seen the earth-shattering phenomenon and the unconcealable anticipation on Mage Delin’s face.
He knew that his son-in-law had succeeded.
"Father-in-law." Raylo hopped down from Lightning’s back, a gentle smile on his face. The respect he showed his father-in-law at this moment would become the foundation of his confidence in expanding his trade routes.
"Excellent! Excellent! Excellent!" Marquis Orlando patted Raylo’s shoulder heavily, repeating the word three times in a row, the admiration in his eyes practically overflowing. "Hurry inside, Mage Delin has been waiting for a long time."
Raylo nodded and followed Marquis Orlando briskly into the hall.
Mage Delin stood by the window with his hands behind his back, seemingly gazing out at the distant ocean. Hearing their footsteps, he slowly turned around.
When his gaze fell on Raylo, those eyes—as profound as the starry sky—narrowed slightly. In the eyes of this Legendary Powerhouse, Raylo’s current aura was flawlessly integrated; he had clearly assimilated his Power into a singular whole. His once-sharp Fighting Spirit and agile Magic Power had completely disappeared, replaced by an even more formidable Power.
"You succeeded," Mage Delin said, his voice carrying a hint of profound emotion.
"I got lucky," Raylo replied calmly.
"In this world, no one can cross the Wall of Calamity by mere luck." Mage Delin shook his head. He gestured for Raylo to sit and personally poured him a cup of hot tea. "Tell me about your process."
Mage Delin’s tone carried intense interest. "Normally, even when utilizing a World Power Crystal, one simply uses its massive energy to wash over the Barrier and force a breakthrough. But the Elemental Tide you triggered carried a sense of ’reconstruction.’ What exactly did you do before breaking through?"
Mage Delin had his suspicions, but an explanation straight from the source would obviously be more convincing.
Raylo took the teacup, the warmth sliding down his throat and into his stomach. He didn’t hide anything, recounting the process of his advancement to the Catastrophe Level.
"I wasn’t in a rush to assault the Barrier.
"While absorbing the Power of the World, I used it as a Melting Furnace and a hammer to crush and fuse the Fighting Spirit and Magic Power within my body, forging them together with the Power of the World into a brand new Power.
"Only then did I use this new Power to smash that door open."
However, Mage Delin’s hand paused slightly in mid-air as he held his teacup. For the first time, an emotion called "shock" surfaced in his eyes.
Using the Power of the World as a Melting Furnace to smelt Fighting Spirit and Magic together? What an insane, yet genius idea! Fighting Spirit and Magic Power were two entirely different Power systems that restricted and clashed with each other on certain levels. For countless years, there had been powerhouses who cultivated both martial and magic arts, but without exception, they all carefully maintained the balance between the two, treading lightly as if on thin ice.
To completely fuse them into one? This was no longer walking the path of predecessors; this was carving out a brand new, heaven-reaching avenue for himself in the most domineering way possible!
"Unprecedented." After a long time, Mage Delin finally spoke. "Raylo, do you have any idea how incredible this is? Your future path might be vastly broader than any of us anticipated."
He set down his teacup, his expression becoming incredibly serious.