Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast

“Energy and objects are different; to cross infinite distances and appear instantly on the other side, a stable pathway is needed.”

“And the formation of a spatial channel requires two docking point space runes, the power of coordinate positioning, and the carrying power to form the transmission of the spatial channel…”

In the secret space, as Jack Clark’s power of intent operated, a thread made of tiny, illusory runes emerged from nothingness and began to twist around itself.

Gradually, a hazy space rune appeared, followed by a second one.

These were two basic space runes. Next, Jack needed to use these as a foundation, and just like constructing a secret book, integrate the coordinates to start building.

Although he hadn’t touched upon the ‘path’ of the space law wielded by the Silver Giant Dragon, it had given Jack a clear understanding of the basic essence of space.

He just needed to extend from this foundation, extrapolate, and combine basic runes with properties of coordinates and tearing together, then slowly verify, and he would soon complete the ‘pathway’.

In fact, his rapid comprehension of the innate runes was also related to Jack’s inherent talent for space.

Under the state of Golden Dragon Double Pupils, he could see through the fabric of space, peering into the deeper void to ponder the mysteries of space.

Moreover, with the opportunity presented this time, after comprehending a part of the basic essence of space, he could continue to understand the power of space with the help of the double pupils.

He might even have the hope of mastering the Space Law by the time he reached the peak of Ninth Heavens.

In the corridor, Damon Lopes leaned against the wall and reminded Jack, “Brother Callum, Brother Callum… It’s time to leave.”

“Is it time to depart?” Jack looked up, closing the Godly Dragon Elephant Secret Book in his hands that resembled a white book, the silver illusions in his eyes gradually dissipating.

“Brother Callum, you’re really working too hard, pondering the secret book even while standing outside the door,” Damon said with an admiring look in his eyes.

He had seen many geniuses who reached the Late-Stage Eifth Layer Heaven and its peak within three years of cultivation, each of them top-notch geniuses at their Martial Arts Schools.

But compared to them, the talent of Darren Callum before him was not only higher, but he also worked much harder.

Through the ten and some days of contact, Damon had found that this brother, whenever he had time, would be either cultivating or on the path of contemplating the secret book, his will was unnaturally tenacious.

Even he, who claimed to love cultivation, was unable to commit to such an extent, occasionally getting distracted and engaging in other matters, like chatting with beauties.

At this moment, Jack asked, “Mr. Lopes, you’ve been wandering around the hotel a lot lately, have you discovered anything?”

Even though the surroundings of the hotel had been very normal recently, both of them did not take it lightly, given that their opponents were two king-level existences.

Even if the opponent was only a soul avatar with a cultivation realm possessing only Sixth Layer strength, the opponent’s experience, insight, and realm were still at the king level.

If it were not for the fact that the cut-out soul avatar did not contain the law and could only use the power of intent to pull on Heavenly Energy, the opponent’s combat power would be even more terrifying.

Speaking of this, Damon Lopes said enthusiastically, “These past few days, I’ve added more than twenty beautiful female friends, and there are still people looking to chat with me even at midnight.”

“Especially Xiao Qiao, every night at eleven o’clock, she sends me private photos and asks me to go out shopping.”

“But 1 never agreed; what’s there to browse at eleven o’clock? The streets are empty, are you going to watch ghost shadows?”

Asking to go out shopping in the middle of the night naturally means going to a hotel, thought Jack with a weird look. He then asked, “…How many red envelopes have you sent out these past few days?”

“Not much, just over a hundred thousand.”

“Haven’t you thought about asking one or two of them out?”

Damon Lopes looked at Jack with puzzlement, “What for? It’s said that shopping and dating with women is very bothersome, chatting is much more interesting.”

… Jack could only say that this innate awakening genius indeed had a unique way of thinking.

As for Damon Lopes’s actions of spending money to have those women fawn over him, Jack could only say that it was a luxury to be willful, and who was fawning over whom in the end was a matter of perspective.

At this point, Crystal Boyce, Mathilda Ward, Marla Fiore, as well as the beautiful backup dancers came out of the room, followed by the music team.

They had been having a meeting inside, and feeling bored, Jack had stepped out after confirming there were no anomalies, snatching the time to construct the Spatial Channel Rune.

Soon, a dozen or so sedans departed from the hotel, and from a high altitude, it was visible that many people in East Capital were converging on the Divine Light Stadium in a grand procession.

While Mathilda Ward’s fan base was in Eastern Summer, she had many fans in Cross Mountain too, due to the spread of her music and her public image.

And like in Eastern Summer, the same approach was taken, drawing a certain number of people from each city to attend the concert for free.

Compared to the stadium in the South, East Capital’s Divine Light Stadium, the largest, could only accommodate over twenty thousand and had a different layout, similar to a football pitch.

So for the past few days, Crystal Boyce had been coordinating with the local officials to remodel the stadium.

“Miss llisa, this way.”

The staff led Mathilda Ward and others to the backstage makeup room, while Jack, wearing a black suit and of tall stature, stepped forward first and entered.

Standing at the door, Jack scanned every corner sharply with his eyes, listening, smelling, and amplifying his senses, while his soul awareness spread out. Only after confirming everything was safe did he retract his gaze.

“It’s clear,” Jack said, stepping aside from the door.

While Mathilda Ward and others were preparing backstage, in the evening outside the stadium entrance, many television stations and media had already set up their cameras and began their live broadcasts.

“Hello everyone, I’m Host Erica from Banana Platform. Behind me is the concert site of the international superstar, Miss llisa Ward. The ticket checking has already started..”