The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 672 - 305 Value of 1 Million_2

Chapter 672: Chapter 305 Value of 1 Million_2

Departure Light Guns nearing the speed of light, as well as missiles capable of destroying a mountain.

Weapons like these were not something human strength could resist.

They were even said to be capable of slaughtering gods.

Qi Yuan glanced sideways at Big Beard, "Hmm, I’ve always been very careful and cautious, and I don’t do things I’m not sure about."

As he spoke, he looked up at the stars in the sky.

The days were drawing near for him to form his Golden Core.

After forming the Golden Core, his strength would greatly increase, and he should have some self-preservation abilities.

"Let’s go."

Leading the two of them, he walked toward a distant town.

...

"Priest... it’s bad, our Power God No.1 in the experimental area suddenly went berserk, and then... fell silent!"

In the Wu Church, a disciple’s face was full of panic.

Power God No.1 was a divine weapon they had created.

This weapon was unstoppable by any army.

The project had always been carried out in secrecy.

However, Power God No.1 had suddenly gone berserk.

And it happened in a military camp, so one could imagine the chaos it would cause.

"Hurry and contact Guo Tanran, ask what happened, and we must suppress Power God No.1!" the Priest said, his expression shocked.

Power God No.1 had actually gone berserk.

Upon hearing this, the disciple’s face turned extremely ugly, "We can’t get in touch, all the officers in the military camp... are unreachable.

Our squad is already on its way there."

The Priest was momentarily startled, "Unreachable, could it be... Power God No.1 has done something to the military camp...?"

A horrible thought arose in the Priest’s heart but was immediately extinguished.

As powerful as Power God No.1 was, it was still in its infancy, how could it be compared to an entire legion?

"Military personnel are also rushing over, it shouldn’t take long... to get results," the disciple said calmly.

"If that’s the case, it should just be an accident," the Priest sighed with relief.

He speculated that Power God No.1’s sudden awakening and berserk behavior disrupted the local communication equipment, which is why everything seemed sinister.

As long as the squad made it to the military camp, everything would be resolved.

"Keep an eye on these matters at all times and inform me as soon as there is any intelligence. I will meet with the Saint Heir," the Sealing Priest spoke up, his eyes involuntarily revealing an admiring look when mentioning the Saint Heir.

The Saint Heir of the Wu Church was second only to the Leader in terms of respect within the church.

Even the twelve Priests couldn’t compare to him.

Now, the Saint Heir had married the daughter of a Canxing general, raising his status within the Wu Church even above that of the Leader.

The Priest left the estate and took a car to another estate.

Within the estate, there was a martial arts training field.

Arriving there, the Sealing Priest looked towards the center of the training field at the Saint Heir, his eyes flashing with shock: "The Saint Heir’s strength... has become even more terrifying."

The old man beside him chuckled, "With the Gene Potion from Canxing, the Saint Heir’s power is close to that of gods, and it won’t be long now."

In the center of the training field, the Saint Heir let out a loud shout.

At this moment, his eyes turned blood red.

He picked up an iron bar and exerted force with both arms.

Boom!

A loud noise echoed as the iron bar broke in response.

He had actually snapped the iron bar.

This kind of immense strength was beyond the reach of human power.

Even soldiers taking advanced Gene Potions couldn’t do this.

"The Saint Heir’s strength is increasingly formidable, and it won’t be long before he can stand shoulder to shoulder with the Black God!" the Sealing Priest couldn’t help but praise.

The Black God was the deity worshipped by the Wu Church.

In myth, the Black God could walk with mountains on his back.

A trace of pride flashed in the Saint Heir’s eyes: "Given enough time, I will certainly surpass the Black God!"

He was full of youthful vigor but hidden deep within his eyes, there still lingered some hidden anxiety.

"How is the God Creation Plan progressing?" A tinge of nervousness flickered through the Saint Heir’s eyes.

The God Creation Plan involved the creation of various terrifying behemoths.

These monstrous beasts weren’t meant to be used as weapons of war, but rather... as nutritional supplements.

Nutritional supplements for him.

After consuming them, they could greatly enhance his power.

"Everything is proceeding smoothly. The war has actually accelerated our progress," the old man chortled.

In times of peace, such activities required caution.

But during a war, the disappearance of a few thousand people hardly mattered.

The Sealing Priest also smiled, choosing to conceal the issues with Power God No.1, "Everything is normal, all Drug Slaves have been captured, what we lack now is only time."

The Saint Heir nodded, "Speed up the progress. After the world restarts, with another ten years, as Spiritual Energy revives, there will likely be Cultivators as powerful as gods emerging. I must have the strength to contend with them!"

Mentioning this made the Saint Heir feel a sense of urgency.

As Spiritual Energy revived, the world would undergo massive change.

Following the guidance of the Black God, a vast treasure trove will be revealed to the people of the Vault Star.

Only by possessing power would one control this astonishing treasure trove.

"Standing shoulder to shoulder with gods..." the Sealing Priest mused, "The Saint Heir will certainly surpass gods!"

"Hmph, these gods are not the weaklings from myth and legend.

Ordinary missiles and Departure Light ammunition are simply ineffective against them.

Only the Eye of the Sky and Canxing’s most sophisticated weapons can confront them.

After all, they are the Divine Child Powers among Cultivators!"

The Saint Heir said this with awe in his face.

He was not a Rebooter.

But he was in control of Rebooters.

He knew that, in ten years, when spatial rifts would open wide, a large number of Cultivators would descend to this world.

Among them, there were those known as Divine Child Powers.

Conventional missiles couldn’t scratch the Divine Child Powers in the slightest.

Only weapons at the level of the Eye of the Sky could specifically eliminate Divine Child Powers.