Apotheosis

Back in the Sword Light Palace, Athemar had known about Zen's talents and was determined to introduce him to the Oneness Sky Palace. Besides, he was the only one who could save Winchell's son. He was important, in any way.

Therefore, he maintained the idea that the Oneness Sky Palace wouldn't simply watch him die.

A young man had prevented Galen from attacking him, and once he'd passed the Sword Wall, Monica stayed close by in order to give him a few hints.

Zen was already confused at this point. If the two weren't sent by the Origin Mountain, then they were most likely instructed by Athemar. But why would they do something like that?

"I'm just a nobody. Don't put me on the spot," Monica begged as she tugged at Zen's arm, pulling him.

'Let me see what tricks you have up your sleeve, ' Zen thought to himself. He finally made the decision to compromise on this one. It wasn't for or about himself, but for the sake of many disciples who followed him diligently.

Monica cautiously narrowed the area occupied by her flag. She raised her eyes toward the somber sky and said, "It's getting dark. Hurry up, please."

With a single swing of his muscular arm, Zen stabbed the flagpole solidly into the ground.

Buzz!

As soon as the flagpole collided with the earth, a faint light spread outward, creeping and covering an area of over a hundred feet.

The disciples willfully followed Zen into the designated area.

In comparison to the areas created by others, Zen's area was obviously much too small for more than a hundred disciples, yet they had no other choice but to make do with it, at least for now.

Moments after Zen inserted his flagpole, darkness fell. Now, faint starlight could be seen rising suddenly in the distance from the Dragon City.

The starlight appeared to split repeatedly. In just a few minutes, tons of stars covered every inch of the sky.

Every single star looked to be about the same size and the distance between them was relatively the same, too. They were as orderly as soldiers in an array, and they appeared quite beautiful, to say the least.

"What a beautiful starry sky!" one of the disciples exclaimed.

"What are these stars used for?"

No one replied. Nothing but silence.

Kenelm and the other disciples had all raised their heads toward the sky. If he had chosen to stay permanently in the Excellence City, he would have never witnessed such a scene. The Source World was so vast. The easiest way to describe the warriors located there was they were like frogs at the bottom of a well. All they could only see was a tiny patch of sky directly above them.

Although Kenelm had nearly been killed on several different

gainst the roaring waves than ever before.

"Wait for me! Are you going to cross the fourth line?" Dorothy called loudly.

"Isn't your cousin still waiting for my help?" Zen shouted his question back at her.

"There's no reason to hurry like this. Don't put yourself in danger," Dorothy said in a calmer voice.

However, Zen had no intentions of stopping whatsoever. Instead, he kept driving his boat forward, despite the fact that the sea water was becoming colder and colder.

It wasn't before long that Zen reached the fourth line and he began to try crossing it. At this point, Dorothy felt like she had no choice and she gobbled three soul pills at once. Her soul aura increased greatly as she caught up with Zen's pace once again.

Crossing two lines in the Sea of Truth without stopping brought an immense pressure on Dorothy, and she could barely withstand it. She was a little tired.

As soon as they crossed the fourth line though, three Truth Boats suddenly surrounded them in a pyramid shape.

"Congratulations! Crossing the fourth line must have been quite a task. Am I right?" someone asked jokingly from one of the strange boats.

"Hand over all the soul pills you have immediately, or we'll make you suffer like you've never suffered before!" another of the strangers chimed in.

"Give us the soul pills, or die here. It's that simple."

Any warrior who had just successfully crossed the fourth line was bound to be very tired. These three individuals had lurked here for a very long time, just waiting for their next victim. They had undoubtedly become even more arrogant after they profitably robbed others several times.

Zen glanced at each of them indifferently, sensing their Truth of Eternal Sword Intent. "Do any of you have a death wish?" he asked coldly.