"Is this... cultivation?"

The crowd in the distance stood dumbfounded.

A clone of Fortuna mingled among the spectators, speaking her mind directly, and immediately shouted, "Ah? Cultivation? Cultivating the Ninth Tier power?"

"No."

Sakya's next words left everyone frozen in place.

"He is not cultivating the Ninth Tier... He is still on the Seventh Tier, laying the most fundamental Law foundation."

Silence fell over the scene, and for a moment, no one spoke.

Only now did everyone realize God's realm.

Apart from the external Divine Format, his personal strength was absurdly weak.

He had severed his past realm and begun anew with the Gem System, just breaking through the Sixth Tier, now cultivating the Seventh Tier... the Gem System!

The old Seventh Tier was the Shackled Realm, cultivating shackles.

The new Seventh Tier Gem Realm was cultivating gem patterns.

Essentially, the Seventh Tiers were the same, cultivating threads of Law patterns...

Galina clicked her tongue in amazement, "I forgot he was at the Seventh Tier."

The tension was palpable.

Everyone felt the fear of death weighing upon them.

Yet God, with his calm demeanor, still had the leisure to cultivate his embarrassingly low corporeal realm...

They had been so frantic just moments ago.

It's like the Emperor is not worried, but the eunuchs are.

A Seventh Tier cut off from logistical supplies, bombarded by a Ninth Tier supreme powerhouse with infinite mana, yet he remained so calm.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem."

Moxia said, "I'll say something fair; the Seventh Tier is about cultivating Law shackles... under the cover of countless Divine Power from the opponent, such an environment indeed accelerates cultivation!"

The crowd: "..."

How could it not be faster?

The opponent's universal Divine Object allows him to unleash a few hundred to a few thousand Power of Laws with a single move...

These colorful Laws hitting the body were practically spoon-feeding enlightenment!

Previously, by comprehending a Divine Object, one could cultivate rare exotic series of Law shackles.

But how many Divine Objects are there?

How many shackles can you cultivate as a reference?

You can't wait for more Divine Objects to appear and then reference each one for the corresponding shackles, right?

This is why Liu Jun, despite having world-shocking wisdom, still cultivated slowly.

Once the Divine Objects are fully referenced, there are no corresponding reference materials for other Laws!

He could only honestly perceive nature and learn from others' shackles, feeling the various threads of Laws in the universe...

But now, the problem had been solved instantly.

A Ninth Tier powerhouse, a new "universal Divine Object" had appeared, and he could use it as a reference again!

It was like rain in time, allowing Liu Jun, who pursued a perfect foundation, to leap over the long-time accumulation and ascend to the heavens in one step.

Boom!

Boom Boom!

In the distance, attacks erupted on the battlefield.

Under the magnificent cosmic aurora as beautiful as rainbows, God was repeatedly filled with damage, beaten to death!

Decay dared not hold back.

If his attacks weren't quick enough, weren't fierce enough... God would have the chance to inject his wisdom virus and subvert his attacks.

So.

Each of his attacks had to catch the opponent off guard.

Moreover, he was astonished at the power of the Magic Net, allowing unlimited mana replenishment, letting him ruthlessly drive stakes without scruple.

"Boom!"

"God broke through again."

Everyone felt that with each resurrection, God utilized Evolutionary Divine Power and his wisdom to adapt and comprehend the violent combination of Law attacks...

This torrential and saturated assault had become countless opportunities coming his way.

As the pioneer of the Shackled Realm, Moxia had a profound understanding of Seventh Tier shackles, his insight sharp, "God has four thousand shackles now... still skyrocketing, five thousand four hundred! Five thousand seven hundred!"

Sakya, this silent homebody, nervously played with a Rubik's cube, murmuring that Moxia didn't know the occasion and was now shouting aloud.

Sakya showed a look of hesitation, "Whether it's me or other strongmen from Mother Civilizations, at the Seventh Tier while building a foundation, we've only had around five thousand threads of Laws... then forcefully broke through."

"Although not perfect, there was nothing we could do."

"And now God, he clearly has an obsession, does he have to push to the limit?"

"Just don't know what the upper limit of extreme Laws is?"

Sakya's eyes shone brightly, seemingly waiting to witness a historical moment.

It was such an absurd "lucky encounter" unfolding before them, offering a chance to genuinely explore the theoretical limit, right?

While everyone quietly watched, Decay's expression changed slightly, laughing in exasperation, looking at the figure sitting cross-legged at the center of the storm,

"Doesn't he have a brain? I've already cut him off from the net, yet he's still fooling around with unnecessary things?"

Decay had never seen such an arrogant fellow before, truly infuriating.

This so-called God, as soon as he made his appearance, severed his own legs, almost forcing himself to kneel and become a laughing stock.

Then, intending to come back and boast with his brilliant stratagem of cutting off connections, eager to see the opponent's desperate, collapsing expression.

Yet the opponent didn't pay him any mind at all, replying simply: Mm, now we're evenly matched in combat strength, and continued cultivating his realm on the spot?

The more he thought about it, the more stifled he felt!

All the opponent's behaviors conveyed one message: they didn't take him seriously.

However, after extreme irritation, Decay calmed down entirely, and a question arose,

"God, just supposed to be a Law-based life mechanism, treating him as a kind of rule Celestial Phenomenon."

"How do I break the stalemate? Is there any way I can deal with him now?"

"Continuing to attack like this lets him keep absorbing my cherished and secret battle experiences? Giving away freely to this guy?"

"I have 993 threads of Laws in my Divine Vortex, reaching the theoretical limit of the Cosmos... isn't this benefiting him?"

He was plundering his foundation wealth!

Yes.

For the strong, knowledge is wealth.

Many threads of Laws in the Cosmos are very obscure, hard to perceive, and difficult to capture and cultivate.

Even some specific Laws, he had painstakingly traveled across different galaxies to observe rare cosmic natural phenomena, comprehending certain Laws after many thousands of years.

Decay's expression abruptly became calm, "I see, this is a battle too, isn't it? He seems entirely motionless but is actually plundering my knowledge?"

Though unsure of what he's planning.

Without any supply, doing this meaningless thing, and eventually waiting to be exhausted?

But instinctively, whatever the enemy wants to do, don't let him succeed. "But if we don't use long-range energy attacks, how should we continue fighting him?"

In a dilemma, Liu Jun took a deep breath: "Then change the strategy, close combat..."

The next moment.

He suddenly withdrew all the earth-shattering energy fluctuations in his body.

The whole person became as restrained as a piece of stone, a sign that all Law Divine Power was absorbed into his body.

"Swish!"

Liu Jun took out a seven-foot-long silver staff, took a few steps, and transformed like a ghost appearing beside God, striking fiercely at God.

Boom!

God exploded.

"The virus exploded..."

And the next moment, Liu Jun suddenly ran as if he had seen a geisha with a full-body illness, leaving behind the staff, and even shed a layer of skin.

Rustle~~

When God was resurrected, he found a long staff silently floating mid-air and a layer of discarded white human skin slowly drifting down.

God glanced at Liu Jun in the distance, with an inquisitive look on his face.

This guy hit with a staff, abandoned his weapon, and ran away.

Extreme caution.

An ordinary person would wash their hands after encountering something dirty, afraid of being infected...

And as for him, he poked with the staff, threw it away, ran, shed a layer of skin, afraid of accidentally getting a bit of the virus.

Too cautious.

"Not bad, it worked!"

Liu Jun chuckled, shook his body, checked to make sure he wasn't poisoned before heaving a sigh of relief.

Without eradication, his safety was highly questionable.

He looked at God with the eyes of someone watching a biochemical mother cell, wary, "Continue."

Thinking of this, Liu Jun pulled out another weapon, instantly moved behind God, struck fiercely with a blunt hit, shed a layer of skin, and bolted!

The crowd was shocked to see this amusing scene, wanting to laugh but not daring to.

"Are there tactics like these?"

"Yes, the opponent's logic is very clear. He doesn't even believe in any gods; instead, he sees these gods as virus mother cells with various characteristics, taking measures to prevent virus intrusion..."

Everyone knew why the opponent did this.

A supreme being from the Twelve Trials Universe, the ultimate boss, was forced alive to this extent—do you think he wanted to?

For instance, earlier at Mingtushan.

His home was robbed by the God of Merchants—do you think he wasn't frantic?

These top-tier Twelve Trials beings, leaving countless people in despair, even the Gatekeepers are bound in combat.

Gods, the more you understand, the more unreasonable they are!

God...

Only by facing him personally can you feel that kind of invisible oppressive terror!

Fortuna summed up the battle with one sentence:

"Don't you think, the current situation looks like someone is hitting a boss during its cooldown phase to prevent transformation?"

"Just watching the opponent grow stronger, trying every way to interrupt, or else it's a dead end."

The crowd looked at Fortuna, this light-hearted Goddess of Destiny, suddenly feeling she could form a matchmaking group with Moxia.

Both of them were chatterboxes.

Moxia's eyes lit up, came over to chit-chat, "This beautiful goddess's..."

"Scram!"

Fortuna didn't give him a good look, "Watch out, or I'll arrange your fate so the beauties you find later will all be rope-art-playing transgender men."

Moxia shrank his neck, muttering that these gods are indeed unreasonable.

...

As they were talking, the stake-driven battle style had already changed.

Liu Jun began shedding his skin madly, leaving behind his weapons.

Boom boom boom!

After each attack, he bolted away.

In the blink of an eye, the scene was littered with discarded items, making people envious.

On the ground were piles of discarded human skin.

"Kill kill kill!" 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Liu Jun fought more valiantly, his eyes shooting out a hot light beam.

"Weapons, I have them, my wealth is endless."

"A piece of skin... I can shed it too, my Magic Net mana replenishment is enough to recover from these minor injuries!"

Pure strength, pure greatness.

Regardless of the opponent's strange mechanism, it's completely irrelevant.

Just at this moment, God, surrounded and attacked, finally opened his eyes slightly, coldly saying:

"This stripper, have you had enough fun?"

This statement instantly angered Liu Jun, who was fighting ceaselessly: "What are you saying?"

But now, he realized, carrying weapons and stripping, indeed painted an unappealing picture.

"Interrupting someone's cultivation process is not polite behavior."

God suddenly spoke, "Since you won't let me continue cultivating, then I shall take it myself."

Liu Jun coldly laughed: "Take it yourself? Can you touch a bit of me?"

However, Liu Jun hadn't finished speaking when the rules of the world suddenly changed.

Liu Jun, along with all the strongmen present, felt an invisible force pressing down.

Liu Jun suddenly found himself unable to move.

His proud, astonishing speed had vanished.

God took a step forward, gently placed his hand on his shoulder.

"When?" Liu Jun instantly felt cold sweat pouring, wanting to shed skin crazily, to escape this monster.

But he found himself unable to move, shouting inwardly: "Move! Why can't I suddenly move!"

A hand gently touching him.

Theft.

God instantly activated the perfect Theft God mode, low, medium, high, and finally four forms of theft divine power narrowed him into a weakened God of Theft.

Boom!

Liu Jun only felt himself becoming a reservoir, releasing water, his various information and knowledge starting to be extracted, surging towards God like a tide.

"No—"

Like being hit by the Nether God Power, he couldn't help but struggle violently in fear, like a chicken falling into boiling water.