Hyperdimensional Universe: I have Three Thousand Ultimate Talents - Chapter 452:

Chapter 452: Chapter 277 Slaying supreme-ruler_1

Great Qian Dynasty, One Hundred and Eight Prefectures.

Each Prefecture Lord was a Twelfth Realm powerhouse, holding great military and political authority. According to what Master said, the size of a single prefecture was dozens of times larger than the once expansive Nine Domains Mysteries.

Vast and boundless, extensive and immeasurable.

The dynasty was the undisputed overlord of Heaven and Earth.

But there were also some powerful sects that, when united, could barely contend with the dynasty.

“Sects that can contend with the dynasty?” Jiang Ming was very surprised.

Great Qian Dynasty, One Hundred and Eight Prefectures, with at least one hundred and eight Twelfth Realm powerhouses—this was more terrifying than the Warzone of Ten Thousand Tribes.

In the Holy City, there must be no shortage of Twelfth Realm existences; otherwise, the One Hundred and Eight Prefectures would have fallen apart long ago.

The lack of collapse could only mean that the Holy City possessed an absolutely dominant and unparalleled power.

Perhaps even Divine Spirits.

But what about the sects?

Even if they could barely hold their ground, it was still shocking.

“Not racial forces?” Jiang Ming’s mind stirred as he pressed on with his question.

In the Warzone of Ten Thousand Tribes, there was no concept of sects, but rather divisions by race. Logically, there shouldn’t be any sects here either.

“Here, the Human Clan is dominant, and it accommodates the Ten Thousand Clans. But if other races form forces or alliances, they would be targeted and attacked immediately. Over time, after a great racial integration, only sect forces emerged,” Master briefly explained. “Like the Ten Thousand Spirits Sect, Sky Sect, Supreme Sect, and so on!”

Jiang Ming nodded.

He then listened to Master continue to describe the situation of this vast continent.

Overall, strength was revered here, and the hierarchy was rigid.

“What are your plans?” Master finally asked.

“To become a Prefecture Lord first!” Jiang Ming replied without hesitation.

“Become a Prefecture Lord?” Master’s eyes flickered slightly, “Force your way through, seizing it by conquest?”

“That’s the easiest, simplest, and most convenient way, isn’t it!” Jiang Ming said with a smile. “I can also make a name for myself in the Great Qian Dynasty, letting Shi Lei and the others know I’m here, and then gather together.”

“Are you confident?” Master asked again, “In this Qingyun Prefecture, aside from the Prefecture Lord, there are nine other Twelfth Realm existences. Once you make a move, they might act against you together. Moreover, the City Lord Mansion is guarded by a Peerless Great Array, and even with the peak strength of the Twelfth Realm, you might not be able to break through it. Even if you can become the Prefecture Lord, can you withstand the wrath from the Holy City?”

“I’m confident!” Jiang Ming furrowed his brows, “Master, I want to know, once I become the Prefecture Lord, will the Divine Realm powerhouses intervene?”

“They definitely will not in the short term!” Master turned and looked towards the distant horizon, where the Holy City was located—the heart of the Great Qian Dynasty.

He spoke slowly, “I spend most of my time in quiet cultivation, my realm has taken a step beyond the peak of the Twelfth Realm. But trying to glimpse the Divine Realm is just too difficult. Back then, knowing there were Divine Spirits, I was full of confidence, thinking that with my ability, the so-called Divine Realm was within easy reach. However, upon reaching my current realm, I realized how much more challenging it is to advance further, to the point where I feel utterly disheartened.”

“In my quest for further advancement, I once traveled to the Holy City in search of the method to become a supreme-ruler but was struck down with a single blow, bleeding over thirty thousand miles, nearly perishing.”

“After escaping with my life, I returned to quiet cultivation. Now, after ten years of arduous practice, although I haven’t broken through, I have understood several Divine Skills and am preparing to set up an array to lure out Divine Realm powerhouses, to see if I can step on the body of a Divine Spirit and advance further.”

Master also revealed his own interruption.

“You’re awesome, old man!” Jiang Ming gave a thumbs up.

After the other party mentioned that Jun Mo and the others had been killed, he did not believe this character would remain silent, not expecting him to be plotting supreme-ruler-killing.

Yet he was not surprised that Master had reached the Semi-Divine Realm.

Because this person was a genius with unparalleled talent, a figure who could rival heaven.

Master smiled and continued, “Once there was a peerless powerful being who dominated a province, slaying several warriors of the Twelfth Realm, causing a Quasi-supreme-ruler from the Holy City to take action, only to meet defeat. Later, three Quasi-Gods emerged, and a Great War broke out, destroying three million kilometers of territory, turning it into a wasteland. In the end, the powerful being self-destructed, taking two of the Quasi-Gods with him. Throughout it all, the Divine Spirits of the Great Qian Dynasty never showed themselves.”

“I suspect that the Divine Spirits of Great Qian cannot act at will outside the Holy City!”

“Whether to suppress or out of fear of being besieged, they would never emerge from the Holy City lightly! Not appearing is the strongest deterrent.”

“The strategy I once envisioned was also to seize a province, then to take down two groups of the powerful from the Holy City, which would ignite the unrest among the forces that have long been oppressed by Great Qian’s power and spark the flames of rebellion.”

“When the world rebels, and all One Hundred and Eight Provinces fall, the Divine Spirits will surely appear.”

“By that time, a new alliance would naturally form, supreme-ruler-killing!”

“Although this method is crude, it’s also the most effective.”

“In the end, it all comes down to displaying overwhelming strength. One must not only be able to withstand the siege of three Quasi-supreme-ruler warriors but also reverse the situation and slay them, giving confidence to those with intent.” Master spoke indifferently.

Jiang Ming gave a thumbs up.

In such a world, strength is more important than any scheming or trickery.

Without power, everything is but flowers in the mirror, the moon in the water. “Do you still want to seize it?” Master asked again.

“Of course!” Jiang Ming confidently said, “I also want to use the resources from the City Lord Mansion’s Treasury to advance further.”

“Haha…” Master couldn’t help laughing, “With the wealth of a province, the City Lord Mansion’s Treasury will definitely surprise you and definitely tempt you. In fact, you should cultivate in quietude for a while, especially since you mentioned that your so-called ‘Genius War’ has no time limit.”

“Cultivating in quiet is too slow!” Jiang Ming flew up into the sky, “I want to use the power of the City Lord Mansion to boost my cultivation, reaching the Twelfth Realm. By then, I might have the strength to face the Divine Realm. Master, would you come along?”

“Of course!” Master flicked his sleeve and took to the sky, “I also want to see you continue to create miracles!”

Qingyun Prefecture had a total of 360 giant cities and 48,000 large cities, incredibly vast and teeming with countless creatures.

While traveling, Jiang Ming scanned with his Divine Thought and noticed the wrongness here.

The class hierarchy was too strict.

There even existed slavery.

“Here, once one obtains a noble title, especially to the rank of Marquis, they can decide the life and death of ordinary people,” Master sensing Jiang Ming’s thoughts, continued as they traveled, “If a member of the royal family travels by, everyone below the Eight Realities must kneel.”

“Life and death at their whim? Kneel?” Jiang Ming was astonished.

“Hmm!” Master nodded, “With so many creatures, life becomes cheap, merely a tool. Here, imperial power is supreme, nobility is revered, and those below the Eight Realities are simply not considered human. If it weren’t for the Divine Spirits of the Dynasty seated in power, there would have been chaos long ago. Yet, in such a world, strength decides everything, no matter how tumultuous the undercurrents, it’s useless.”

The Prefecture City of Qingyun loomed ahead.

Even separated by tens of thousands of miles, one could still see the Divine Light soaring into the sky, with boundless halos..