Hyperdimensional Universe: I have Three Thousand Ultimate Talents

Chapter 395: Chapter 223: The Ultimate Pocket World, One Hundred Million

Translator: 549690339

The Lost Land, the God of Lost, the Death Forbidden Zone…

It was shocking.

Getting killed by the God of Lost but not dying, does that mean he was sent to the Death Forbidden Zone?

But what difference would that make with actual death? A hundred successive victories in equal-level battles was required; it was no different from being thrown directly into the list of those who were certain to die.

What was most shocking was the requirement of at least a million of those in the Eight Realms. Every three days, they must go on the stage and fight. Do you know what that means? It means that tens of thousands of the powerful die

daily.

All of them were from the Eight Realms.

Looking at the Warzone of Ten Thousand Tribes, being in the Eight Realms made you somewhat of a master.

Yet they were killed each day…

Did the Warzone of Ten Thousand Tribes have so many warriors?

The Listener suddenly considered what Jiang Ming had said: Was there only one Warzone of Ten Thousand Tribes?

For a moment, the battlefield was silent.

Everyone was shocked by this revelation.

If there was more than one Warzone of Ten Thousand Tribes, then…

Everyone was frozen in fear.

At this moment, a powerful aura suddenly appeared, piercing through the heavens, swaying the starry sky, and shaking the cosmos and stars.

The overwhelming aura far surpassed that of the Wolf Emperor.

The countless powerful beings on the battlefield were shocked and turned their heads, only to see a cold-faced young man walking on air coming towards them. In a blink of an eye, he came in front of Jiang Ming.

This person looked exactly like a human.

However, Jiang Ming could sense a non-human aura from him.

“In there, do you know of any special creatures? The Dragon Clan, the Angel Clan, the Heavenly Soul Clan, etc., those whose names are known but are nevertheless very powerful!”

This person asked directly.

Jiang Ming’s eyebrows twitched slightly.

This person made him feel extremely threatened.

Even though he did not exude a strong aura, the pressure from him was extremely terrifying.

At this moment, the voice of the Emperor of Sword came down: “Jiang Ming, he is the older generation’s White Emperor. If you know anything, feel free to say

it.”

Jiang Ming looked up, nodded his head, and then bowed his hand to the other party: “In there, the most influential are three individuals because they are too strong. In front of their peers, they are practically invincible and are extremely arrogant and domineering.”

“Unless they are forced to fight when the time comes, people usually avoid them.”

“The first one is a member of the Three-Headed Golden Lion Clan, called Jinkuang; the second one belongs to the Three-Eyed Purple Gold Bimon Clan, named Zichuan – his physical strength provokes despair; the third one claims to have the blood of a god within him, named Lan Xiang. On the first day he appeared, he won sixty-six battles, which was even more despair-inducing.” “I didn’t pay much attention to the others because most of my time was spent cultivating, accumulating resources, and struggling for survival!”

“I only know about these three because they are too dazzling.”

“Of course, these are just the most dazzling three in the region I was in.”

“But that place is so vast, with countless arenas!”

“There must be very dazzling creatures in other places as well.

Jiang Ming said simply.

“Golden lion, Jinkuang; Bimon, Zichuan; God’s blood, Lan Xiang.” The White Emperor muttered a few words, and strands of strange power emitted from his body.

Not only him, but the Wolf Emperor, Emperor of Sword, etc., also passed on the information to verify it.

Given their cultivation level and status, it wasn’t hard for them to verify these claims.

For a while, the battlefield fell silent again. Meanwhile, Jiang Ming’s brow twitched slightly, showing a surprised expression.

The Pocket World space within him, which was still evolving, underwent an inexplicable change. The seed that had been silent for a long time and had once absorbed a World Seed began to tremble and started to seize the Cosmic Origin

Liquid.

At the same time, all kinds of the Power of Truth also flowed into it.

This surprised Jiang Ming, and he couldn’t even stop it if he wanted to. “The hell is going on? I’m in the middle of a breakthrough, and this thing is snatching the Cosmic Origin Liquid.”

If it weren’t for the powerful beings watching him closely, his face would have surely turned green.

Expanding the Pocket World required an enormous amount of energy. Now, an insatiable beast had appeared and in just an instant, the ample Cosmic Origin Liquid was drained.

Jiang Ming was stunned and frightened.

He had thought that the still developing Pocket World would be affected, but surprisingly, the seed bloomed with a green light, illuminating the entire Pocket World in an instant, causing the gradually halting space to rapidly expand once more.

Crack…

A sound seemingly similar to the creation of Heaven and Earth resonated, echoing within his spiritual soul and shaking his Spiritual Sea, leaving Jiang Ming with a feeling reminiscent of a morning bell and an evening drum. It was as if he had received a supreme baptism of Creation, causing his mind to become transparent, his thought process to surge explosively, innumerable ideas surfaced, and various obstacles pertaining to magical powers were suddenly enlightened.

In the Pocket World, along with the resonating sound, the seed cracked open, revealing two tender leaves at the top.

At the bottom, three thin roots emerged.

A surge of peculiar power gushed out, transforming into an unparalleled, wondrous Power of Creation that infused into the Pocket World.

This power, purer and of higher grade than the Cosmic Origin Liquid, also possessed an inexplicable Creation.

With this power, the expansion of the Pocket World’s space rapidly surged.

At the same time, its resilience was rapidly strengthening, seemingly transforming into a crystal wall, an almost unthinkable phenomenon.

“This seed, is indeed a seed!”

“What kind of seed is it?”

Jiang Ming was clueless.

However, rooted in his Dantian, he had the feeling that he had already merged with it into one – if one flourishes, all will prosper; if one suffers, all will

suffer.

“Has it begun to grow suddenly after its long dormancy due to the creation of the Pocket World space or is it the work of the Cosmic Origin Liquid?”

Jiang Ming was clueless.

Fortunately, a blessing in disguise.

Hum…

The Pocket World trembled slightly, the evolution now complete.

But the vastness of the space seemed unbelievable to Jiang Ming.

According to his understanding, the Pocket World space of a normal Eight Realms only spans a ten-foot radius, unlike the Martial Arts Domain formed on the outside that inherently draws upon the strength of the Dao Resonance of Heaven and Earth.

Even a world-class genius only reaches roughly a hundred feet in radius. During his time at the Xuanhuang Academy, Jiang Ming had read in the books about a senior whose Pocket World space had evolved to the extent of a 9,999-foot radius.

It seemed that no one had broken this record till now.

Jiang Ming clearly did not believe it.

Because only those who had declared it were included in the statistics.

However, it is clear that evolving a Pocket World into a thousand-foot radius is as rare as a hen’s teeth.

It is extraordinarily rare.

The evolution of the Pocket World is linked to combat power; the larger the Pocket World’s space, the stronger the Enlightenment Domain being formed; the more truths comprehended, the stronger it is too.

But his Pocket World’s space…

“Ninety-nine million, nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine feet!”

“It’s short of one foot from reaching a hundred million feet!”

“How terrifying!”

Jiang Ming felt a surge of fear.

This completely defies common sense, transcending all taboos.

Incomprehensible.

Unthinkable.

“The Inner world of an Eleventh Realm probably isn’t as big as my Pocket World!”

Jiang Ming couldn’t help but grin.

With a shift of his thought, he turned his attention to the seedling in the center of his Pocket World Space. The green light was foggy, one seed, two leaflets, three roots.

At this moment, his pupils contracted as he ‘saw’ something unthinkable. The three roots of the seedling were absorbing a stream of power, growing stronger.

But Jiang Ming was certain that the power being absorbed did not belong to him.

“Could it be…”

He thought of a possibility that made his body tremble violently..