My Weekly Refreshing Mentor Spirit

The Eighth Apostle was completely dead, hunted down and killed by the monster of the Void. It wasn’t just the Void monster either—in the end, even the immortal power that belonged to him betrayed him, utterly killing him here in this Subspace.

Even the Subspace where the Eighth Apostle had been located was completely devoured by the monster of the Void. Only then did this monster feel its appetite sated, and once more submitted to being suppressed inside Xue Dili’s body.

The monster of the Void...

This was actually just Xue Dili’s cognition of it. In essence, it was only a Great Void, but within Xue Dili’s understanding, he regarded it as a monster that ceaselessly devoured and hunted. Thus it became that monster.

Once again, the Mist Council convened.

This session of the Parliament was even more silent. No one spoke, because the Eighth Apostle was dead.

First the Ninth Apostle, then the Twelfth Apostle, and now even the Eighth Apostle, whose combat strength approached that of the foremost Apostles, had died in an unknown Subspace.

For the Mist Council, whose membership had barely changed for ages, the shock this caused could be described as a mountain roaring and a tsunami crashing.

The Eighth Apostle was basically their old friend. Anyone who knew him understood how hard this guy was to kill. So long as he wanted to cling to life, even if the top three Apostles made a move, they’d have no way to deal with him.

This was the power of immortality. In essence, the Eighth Apostle had already split himself into billions of Witch Demon Kings. Even if his main body died, as long as any one Witch Demon was still alive, he could reincarnate and revive.

Yet this monster who relied on immortal power ultimately died to the backlash of that very immortality and the pursuit of the Void, and only then was his soul and spirit scattered beyond recovery.

Therefore, the enemy was able to silently kill even the Eighth Apostle in Subspace. In that case, how many among them actually had a stronger ability to survive than the Eighth Apostle? That was very much in doubt.

It also meant that any one of them could die at any moment!

So this meeting had neither quarrels nor mutual accusations, but instead fell into a deathlike silence.

Xue Dili, on the contrary, was the one who cared the least. He even had the leisure to start looking for his next prey. That reckless brute, Number 11? Or someone further ahead, Number 7?

Or perhaps the one right beside him—Number 10, who had countless entanglements with Earth?

He began selecting his next prey.

At the same time, after Xue Dili truly stepped into Quasi-Tier Five, he gradually understood why the Mist Council convened every seven days.

In essence, what recurred every seven days was not the Mist Council, but the Subspace tide.

This fundamental Subspace energy would surge once at this time every seven days. The timing was extremely fixed; the tide lasted only a bit over an hour, but the benefits gained in that single hour surpassed even painstaking cultivation for seven days.

Thus the Apostles had long discovered that drawing Subspace energy during this period was the most efficient. So every time this point in time came, they would all remain in Subspace. Over time, the Lord of Mist designated this interval as a shared cultivation period.

Then, as members increased, up to now, this time slot had become the fixed meeting time for the Parliament.

All this was told to Xue Dili by the Tenth Apostle. She hid herself entirely within the mist. Although everyone else was very quiet, the two of them were communicating through consciousness.

Xue Dili had once been puzzled: the Fourth Apostle was from nearly a hundred million years ago, so the entire Mist Council likely had a history of several hundred million years. Yet they still maintained a frequency of exchanging information every seven days—wouldn’t that be too frequent for them?

Now he understood. Communication was never the main purpose. This time slot was originally the period for coming to suck Subspace dry of its "blood"; all the so-called communication was merely incidental.

As for why Subspace would have an energy tide every seven days—

Number 10’s explanation was that it was because the Venerable King had saved the Cosmos at this very time back then. Thus this interval was called a Divine Lord Day, or a Great Day, and it was also a unit of measurement used throughout the entire Cosmos.

Converted to Earth time, one Divine Lord Day happened to be a span of seven days.

At the start of each Divine Lord Day, a Subspace energy tide would rise. This was also why everyone—whether Apostles or the Interstellar Corps—believed in the Venerable King, because the Venerable King’s power manifested, as if miraculously, once every seven days.

However, this energy tide could only be sensed by those at or above Apostle level. That was also the threshold for becoming an Apostle.

That is, the first time someone ate a Divine Tree Fruit, no matter how weak they had previously been, they could soar directly to Quasi-Tier Five. And as long as they fully digested the power of that fruit, they could take one step into true Tier Five.

After that, above Tier Five, it was a matter of slow accumulation. The Apostles had three ways of accumulating power: first, drawing energy from the Subspace tide; second, cultivating Divine Tree Fruits; third, furthering their control over authority.

In other words, although all Apostles shared exactly the same rank of "status," with no qualitative difference in "degree," the quantitative difference between them was immense. An Apostle who had lived tens of millions of years was, in sheer volume of power, countless times stronger than Xue Dili, who had only just become an Apostle.

It was like water: Xue Dili was a small pond, while the foremost Apostles were like the Mediterranean Sea—that was the scale of the gap.

As for Tier Six, that was probably the level of a Mimic Venerable King. Xue Dili didn’t know. Perhaps power above Tier Six was something he simply couldn’t comprehend yet; he could only make wild guesses.