"Not bad," Austin murmured to himself as he withdrew his fist.
He was quite satisfied with the power he acquired from the Mysterious Magnetic Mountain.
Princess Gracie told him that the capacity of the Magnetic Mountain's power depended on the level of the cultivator's own strength.
Hence, he surmised, the more powerful he became, the more terrifying the Mysterious Magnetic Mountain's powers would be.
Austin had been cultivating in the time chamber for over five years now. For those outside, however, only a couple of hours had passed.
After he had managed to refine the Mysterious Magnetic Mountain, he began practicing the Concentration Method.
Even before he reached the level of the sect ancestor, Austin had already been able to unleash the sword-light which contained the power of twenty thousand sword moves in one strike.
Now that he had reached this level, Austin planned to sharpen his swordsmanship even further.
Another ten years passed in the time chamber. Austin was now able to release the light-sword contained the combined power of twenty-five thousand sword moves.
Twenty years passed. Now he was able to condense thirty thousand sword intents into one.
Thirty years later and a single strike from Austin now carried the energy of thirty-five thousand sword moves.
Meanwhile, the palace at the heart of Black Hell City in the Tomb Star Cluster remained alight. A long discussion was being held inside.
Recent events were currently being narrated to the room. "... then a powerful woman appeared out of thin air. She was just a wisp of a soul.
But she radiated energy enough to match a genuine immortal. It's likely she's a big shot, and more powerful than she lets on.
She was close with the eleven chaotic immortal trees, too.
Does she have anything to do with Peterson the Taoist Ancestor?" Ervin murmured.
A throng of black-robed men stood around him deferentially.
In another corner of the hall was Chace, sitting cross-legged and with the black and white stick placed across his thighs.
"Prince Ervin, I overheard the chaotic immortal trees call her Princess Gracie,"
a black-robed man offered helpfully.
Most of the black-robed men of the underworld recently lost their lives at the gorge. Only a few made it out.
The man speaking was one of the survivors.
"Princess Gracie, huh? That's good. At least we got her name. Inform our men to investigate exactly who this woman is,"
Ervin said, lost in thought.
"And find me at least two men at the Genuine Immortal Realm.
Because I truly mean to destroy this universe,"
Ervin added through gritted teeth.
Not too long ago, he had taken with him a few hundred masters who could match up to a sect ancestor's strength. But they still failed to beat the cultivators in this backward universe.
Ervin had lost at least two hundred of his men of that level now.
It was driving him mad. This was completely unacceptable.
"You want genuine immortals? Here?" the black-robed men sputtered.
They were stunned at this command, wondering if it was even possible.
"Precisely.
The leader left me in charge of this mission to test me. My future relies on the outcome. I cannot afford to fail.
Hence, do whatever you can to get me two genuine immortals here, now!
With their power, I am going to slaughter all the creatures in this universe.
It will be in ruins once I am done with it,"
Ervin said darkly, rage written on his face.
The men in black robes could only bow in obedience.
None of them dared to challenge his fury.
One of them produced a Contact Jade Slip to send a message to the underworld, as Ervin commanded.
"Onto other matters, Prince Ervin, have we been able to figure out the identity of the little boy we met in the chaotic void?
Does he really have something to do with the ancient legend?"
another man in black robes asked Ervin.
Ervin shook his head. "I don't think so.
I've inquired with the elders and they said that the legend was probably untrue.
I suppose the boy was a master in disguise, embarking on some travel.
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