Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast

Startled awake from her sleep, the woman with the surname Davis from next door exclaimed in astonishment, “Is this what a top-tier monster is like? Just the disturbances from cultivation are this exaggerated.”

In her perception, it was as if there was a black hole in Jack Clark’s house next door, crazily devouring Heavenly Energy at a speed far surpassing that of ordinary Seven Layer Heaven Cultivators by more than tenfold.

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The next morning, Jack Clark, who had been cultivating all night, slowly opened his eyes.

In his eyes, blue thunder leaped, and golden flames burned, incinerating Heaven and Earth.

However, these visions quickly dissipated, and a trace of astonishment appeared in Jack’s eyes, “Such a terrifying pace of cultivation, no wonder Jane Aiken was so exaggerated after reaching Late Fourth Layer Heaven.”

Just in one night, he had completed the reconstruction of Annihilation True Thunder, Heaven Burning Golden Flame, and the Strength Talent runes. One more time and he would complete the sublimation of five top-tier talents.

Of course, this time it was only the core rune structure that changed, which wouldn’t bring about a qualitative change to the Combat Shadow.

Because at the moment of breaking through to the Seventh Layer Heaven, the true martial arts phantom took shape in resonance with Heaven and Earth, and subsequent optimizations and modifications could no longer gain ‘Heaven and Earth’ recognition.

As for why Jack Clark was so insistent on sublimating the core runes, sparing no effort to spend 1000 Points Attribute for enlightenment, it was to prepare for the Eight Layer Heaven.

In the Eight Layer Heaven, the body is reshaped. These core runes are the seeds of talent. By that time, Jack will possess five kinds of strengths comparable to Innate Awakening all at once.

Combined with his strong physique, his strength will become extremely terrifying, such as using the Eighth Layer Boundary to suppress a Ninth Heaven top-level powerhouse.

In addition, with the enlightenment function, he now had a hundred percent assurance in his subsequent comprehension of the time aspect of the Space-Time Altar.

Due to his lack of understanding of Time Power, he had been saving his last chance to comprehend the Space-Time Altar, for a failure would result in heavy losses.

But now… a faint smile appeared on Jack Clark’s face.

At that moment, Glenn Clark’s voice came from downstairs, “Bro, come down for breakfast.”

“Coming.”

Jack Clark, who hadn’t slept all night, restrained his aura and went downstairs.

He then saw Glenn already sitting at the dining table waiting for him, with more than twenty large meat buns, several cups of soy milk, and more than ten fried dough sticks on the table.

Ever since Doris Clark got a promotion and raise, and there was no financial pressure, she and Glenn seldom made breakfast at home.

There was no helping it; Glenn’s appetite was too big. To truly satisfy him, Doris would be busy all morning, so recently they have mostly been buying breakfast outside.

“Bro, hurry up, I’m starving,” Glenn urged.

“If you’re hungry, then eat. You don’t need to wait for me,” said Jack Clark as he sat down at the dining table.

“Heh, how can I do that,” Glenn grabbed a large bun that would satisfy a normal person with just two bites, devouring one in just two bites.

“Mmm, delicious!”

Unable to articulate clearly, Glenn continued to polish off another large bun in two bites, then gulped down a cup of soy milk and directly stuffed a fried dough stick into his mouth.

A few chews of the fried dough stick and it was gone, followed by several more bites to finish off two more large meat buns.

Not only did the guy have a large appetite, but he also ate quickly. Jack hadn’t even had two buns yet, and Glenn had nearly finished the soy milk, fried dough sticks, and most of the meat buns on the table.

“Burp! I’m full,” Glenn belched contentedly.

Jack shook his head, “These ordinary foods are no longer enough for your daily consumption. I’ll arrange for someone to send you some high-energy Alien Beast Jerky.”

Glenn hadn’t begun cultivation and couldn’t independently absorb Heavenly Energy to maintain consumption and bodily growth, hence his enormous appetite in the past, let alone now that he had awakened.

“Heh heh!” Glenn chuckled, not feeling embarrassed at all.

At this moment, Glenn’s mobile phone on the table vibrated slightly, indicating a message had been received. When Glenn opened the voice message, a girl’s voice rang out.

“Glenn, May and I have already left the house. We’ll wait for you at the Three-way Intersection as usual. Hurry up.”

“Okay, I’ll head out right now,” Glenn quickly replied, then stood up and said, “Bro, I’m heading to school.”

“Go ahead.”

Ten minutes later, Jack Clark, dressed in a white T-shirt, black casual pants, and flat shoes, walked out of the courtyard.

He too was heading to school.

The road was bustling with traffic. There were old men walking dogs by the roadside, women shopping for groceries, students rushing to school, the calls of breakfast vendors, and shops gradually opening up.

Walking on the Pedestrian Walkway, Jack Clark felt a strong surge of the breath of life coming towards him.

Unique Beasts, the Evil God Sect, Purgatory Demon Race—it all suddenly seemed so distant.

A few decades after the great changes, the fact that society could remain so stable, ordinary people living and working in peace, and far removed from war and the invasion of Mutated Creatures, was something even Jack Clark had to admire.

Normally, in an era where High Martial skills emerged and creatures mutated, social order would either be post-apocalyptic or based on the law of the jungle.

The outside world should be fraught with danger, not the peace and stability that prevailed now.

Just as Jack was about to enter the school gate, a surprised voice came from behind, “Jack Clark, is that really you? When did you come back from the Alien Beast Battlefield?”

Jack turned around, revealing a smile, “I came back yesterday,” he said as he greeted Sawyer Levin, who was standing next to Teresa Wilson.

“Good morning, Levin, long time no see.”

Levin nodded, his tone somewhat constrained, “Long time no see, Jack Clark.”

While talking, the three of them walked into the school together, and Teresa curiously asked, “Jack, why are you back early? Don’t you usually return at the end of a semester?”

Jack casually replied, “I had to come out early because of something. I’ll be leaving again in a few days.”