Chapter 977 - 410: Ferocious Power at Level 30
When Lear opened his eyes again, it was already January 23rd.
The moment he awoke, the power within him erupted like a volcano, raging uncontrollably.
The space where he stood was almost crushed, constantly twisting around him.
A terrifying divine power swept across all directions like a tsunami, so exaggerated that it directly covered the entire Original Plane.
Countless beings were shocked, turning their heads to look towards his location.
Divine Spirits from other Divine Pantheons also cast their gazes, looking grimly in this direction.
Many Divine Spirits looked extremely unwell.
Has there really been a god descending in true form?!
Has the other party already controlled a hundred temples?
The more temples one controls, the fewer restrictions there are on oneself.
Many Divine Spirits who control more than 10 temples have experienced this.
If someone is able to descend, it means they are far ahead of them.
If they were to make a move against them now... Many Divine Spirits shivered in their hearts.
It’s not that they don’t want to control more temples, but most have their reservations.
After several rounds of brutal eliminations, those who can still control temples are not weaklings.
Seizing the other party’s temple in the Original Plane is tantamount to forming a deadly feud!
The situation is clearly changing dramatically, who wants to gain another mortal enemy in such a transition?
Moreover, without substantial means, it’s not really possible to attack a territory guarded by the Ultimate Soldier.
This leaves the structure of the Original Plane in a relatively balanced state.
Lear is different; he understands how the future will unfold, allowing him to operate boldly.
He isn’t afraid of making enemies at all.
After March 1st, every Divine Spirit will be an enemy, so why fear anything now!
With the full support of the Goddess of Misfortune, this was the only way he completed a goal that many other powerful existences hadn’t achieved.
Lear took a deep breath, slowly calming his inner emotions.
He stretched out his right hand, slowly clenching it into a fist.
Crack~ A clear sound came from his fingers.
The surrounding void rippled with waves.
Opening the Attribute Panel, his Level had already risen from Level 29 to Level 30.
Upper Strong Divine Power!
Just one step away from the true pinnacle of the world... and the Goddess of Misfortune had already prepared the way for him.
Lear let out a long breath, slowly suppressing the excitement in his heart.
After calming down, he stepped in front of the statue covered in moss, suddenly inspired, and touched the soft moss with his hand.
In the next moment, his heart trembled, and a scene emerged in his mind... in the endless Chaotic Void.
Cold eyes gazed down at the earth.
He could clearly feel those eyes exuding a dominating and arrogant aura, as if devouring the entire world, viewing all beings as mere flesh on the board and seeing the Gods as ants underfoot.
But before he could take a closer look, the eyes vanished without a trace.
Lear woke up, a cold sweat forming on his back.
His expression grew serious.
Who was that? A Divine Abomination? An Ancient God? Or something behind the scenes?
Had the other party already turned their gaze to the Original Plane and seen him?
He pondered for a long time without an answer, taking a deep breath, his gaze turning cold.
No matter who you are, it’s best not to stand against the Swamp.
The sword in his hand had yet to taste blood!
Not paying attention to these anymore, he turned and left the temple, then, together with the Wetland Angels on guard around him, took control of the remaining temples.
In the end, the number of temples he controlled reached 105.
Amongst the thousand temples of the Original Plane, he had claimed one-tenth.
This was a competitive game with hundreds of Divine Spirits participating...
Having reached this, Lear no longer planned to continue expanding.
It’s obvious that the temples of the Original Plane could not all be controlled by one person; all around were the Light Gods.
He had no interest in forcing potential allies into enemies at this critical moment.
The shadowy hand behind the scenes hadn’t shown itself yet, and no one could say whether one day the Gods would gather to wage a life-and-death battle against the Divine Spirits of the evil camp.
Having occupied the temple, Lear instructed the Bubble Beast to transport all the Ancient Humans gathered these days back to Katana.
After absorbing a massive population, Katana’s population surged once again.
This time, it directly broke through the million mark!!
These are Ancient Humans, capable of providing ten times the faith.
This caused the Swamp Sect’s evangelism to reach a climax.
Lear was very pleased with this.
Now with the added followers outside, the Power of Faith he received each day had risen to 7-8 million.
It was ridiculously vast.
However, there was still a problem he needed to face—In mid-February, the rules of the Original Plane would change.
By then, the admission level cap would be raised to Level 18.
This would directly affect the shift in the situation.
The current balanced posture would be broken.
And the Long Thorn Mountain Range would inevitably face threats once more...
His thoughts reached this point and suddenly a peculiar feeling emerged, his consciousness slightly moved.
The next moment, he directly linked to all the temples he controlled.
Then, having perceived something, his face broke into a wide smile.
Having mastered over a hundred temples, the powers of those previously immobile temples could now be transferred!
This meant... he could relocate the powers of over a hundred temples into one!
Without hesitation, he extracted all the temple power, directly injecting it into the temple within Katana.
In no time, 104 Swamp Temples collapsed with a roar, all smashing into shards and rubble.
At the same time, Katana’s temple suddenly shot up, rapidly expanding.