Apocalypse: Infinite Evolution Starts from Attribute Allocation

Crushing the Netherworld Race, securing a grand victory!

The Demon Bell Clan, sensing the unfavorable situation, had already fled.

In the final battle for the 718th divine domain territory, Wang Ye decisively secured the victory, conclusively proving his formidable reputation as the Sixth Commander!

The spoils were incredibly rich!

Beyond evolution points and spatial treasures, there was also the young family leader of the Pudu Clan!

His prestige within the Sixth Legion reached its peak!

All these were indispensable for the future conquests.

"When do we leave?" Emperor Mu Qiushui asked.

"No rush." Wang Ye, displaying a weak smile, looked at the young family leader Pu Youzhi, "Now that we are here, we’ll save whoever we can."

"Thank you, Lord Envoy," Pu Youzhi nodded slightly.

From Yu Mo and Tang Xiaoyu, she had learned of Wang Ye’s identity as the envoy of the Human Clan Alliance.

Beyond being surprised that he held such a high position at a young age, she admired his ability to control the Golden-Winged Divine Race troops.

Of course, the strength Wang Ye had just demonstrated was breathtaking.

But what mattered most was his intention.

He genuinely wanted to help the Pudu Clan.

Even though he was seriously injured, having just fought a fierce battle, and faced with threats from the Chaos Gods, he still chose not to retreat.

This intention of Wang Ye moved her deeply.

"You’re welcome," Wang Ye smiled, "But I won’t be involved in the next part; you and Emperor Mu Qiushui can handle the specifics of the rescue mission."

"Okay," Pu Youzhi responded softly.

It was clear that the envoy was severely injured.

Wang Ye didn’t elaborate further and soon returned to the Chaos Spacetime Shuttle.

He indeed had sustained serious injuries.

His current strength, although formidable, still fell short when compared to the Chaos Gods.

It was only that the Chaos God didn’t wish to gamble his life. Enjoy exclusive chapters from empire

The most severe injury was to his soul.

Facing the Netherworld Race, especially those proficient in the path of the soul, and using the Perfect Realm Divine Soul Annihilation Spell was akin to a moth flying into the flame, practically self-destructive.

But he had to do it.

Otherwise, letting the Chaos God use the Extreme Path of the Soul could lead to unimaginable consequences.

At the very least, one of the cosmic strongest experts would have fallen.

Even the injuries he received would have been far more severe than now.

On the contrary, using the Divine Soul Annihilation Spell proactively ’bumping heads’, the injuries he sustained were manageable.

Especially since he possessed the Ultimate Secret Technique, the Undying Soul, which made the severe injuries look worse than they actually were.

But with the regenerative Chaos Fruit, a hundred years of rest was almost enough to recover.

For the Chaos God, this successive wave of attacks was a strong signal.

His side, ready to spare no expense!

The Chaos Gods, aren’t they afraid of death?

The Chaos God wasn’t foolish; he was just taking up the cause for the Demon Bell Clan, aiming to discipline the Golden-Winged Divine Race, and to utterly annihilate the Pudu Clan.

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This series of attacks, almost tantamount to mutual destruction, along with other cosmic strongest experts of various strengths, while it might not kill the Chaos God, could significantly weaken him and inflict severe injuries.

The Chaos God naturally was unwilling.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t win, but there was no need.

Winning would be laborious and thankless.

Losing, impossible to lose, but what could be gained at such a high cost?

Thus, the Chaos God temporarily retreated.

Rather than engage in an all-out battle resulting in mutual damage, it was better to regroup and return with overwhelming force!

"Too bad, there will be no next time," Wang Ye, having absorbed the effects of the Chaos Fruit and fully recovered.

By the time the Chaos God returned, his party would have mostly departed from the Primitive Dragon Path.

Though there was some risk, with the Exploration Department present, there shouldn’t be any issues.

The Chaos God was destined to come up empty.

"If we ever meet again…" Wang Ye’s eyes sparkled, "I will face you one-on-one and defeat you."

"Even, kill you outright!"

...

Under the leadership of Pu Youzhi and Emperor Mu Qiushui, another group of Pudu Clan experts were rescued.

A total of four groups entered the Gu Tong Dragon Pass.

These were real clan migrations, involving many supreme and Venerate Ling Qi experts.

Unfortunately, one group was ambushed and slaughtered by the Demon Bell Clan, and the three groups rescued also suffered significant losses.

Despite this, the future hope of the Pudu Clan was preserved.

"Depart," Wang Ye commanded decisively.

Ahead, the well-prepared Exploration Department led the way boldly into the Primitive Dragon Path.

Wang Ye and the Pudu Clan’s Chaos Spacetime Shuttle followed closely behind.

The winding Primitive Dragon Path, filled with chaotic energy currents and strong storms.

Passing through endless spacetime, heading to other divine domain territories.

Whoosh! Disappeared in an instant.

...

Shortly after Wang Ye’s departure.

Gu Tong Dragon Pass, where spacetime shifted, welcomed a larger army of the Netherworld Race!

Massive and imposing!

The furious Chaos God, pulling along Hunta God and more Netherworld Race experts.

He sought revenge!

To harshly slaughter!

Absolutely not letting the Golden-Winged Divine Race, this group of bastards, off the hook!

However—

"They disappeared?"

"They left through the Primitive Dragon Path!?"

The Prisoner God’s eyes widened as the signal of the Golden-Winged Divine Race vanished within the Chaos Spacetime Shuttle.

Had they lost their minds?

Didn’t they know how dangerous the Primitive Dragon Path was?

Even he dared not venture there!

If anything went wrong, they would forever sink into the Dragon Path, trapped in an endless reincarnation cycle!

"Damn it!" The Prisoner God gritted his teeth in rage.

Not only was this trip in vain, but he also had to swallow his pride!

"Let it go," the Hunta God advised. "The Pudu Clan has already fallen. Letting them off won’t make waves, and as for the Golden-Winged Divine Race... there will always be an opportunity for revenge."

"No way!" The Prisoner God’s fury soared. "I can’t swallow this insult!"

The Hunta God looked at him. "So, what do you want to do?"

"Strike the Kenta Cosmic! The main base of the Golden-Winged Divine Race!" The Prisoner God’s voice was cold, filled with rage. "I want them to know the consequences of offending the Chaos Gods!"

"A blood debt must be repaid with blood!"

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Primitive Dragon Path.

Three Chaos Spacetime Shuttles navigated through it.

Despite numerous twists and the endless engulfing chaos energy, erupting into stormy chaos wind currents akin to higher dimensions exploding, the energy assaults were terrifying.

Yet under the lead of the foremost Chaos Spacetime Shuttle, they pressed forward in an orderly manner.

Wang Ye, alone, stayed in the cultivation rooms.

The damage from the battle with the Prisoner God was significant and would require a long time to recover.

It was mainly the soul that needed nurturing.

The divine body, however, recovered relatively quickly.

The willpower was merely energy drained, which would recover soon.

Fortunately, the upcoming long flight provided ample time to tinker slowly.

"Finally, I have the Saint Body Cultivation Technique," Wang Ye sifted through the inherited treasures of the Pudu Clan.

The compatibility rate was quite high. The family leader, Emperor Pusui, estimated that he had copied the heritage at least five or six times, distributing it equally among each cosmic strongest expert.

Ensuring nothing was lost!

After all, for the Netherworld Race, even if they acquired the Pudu Clan’s heritage, it wouldn’t be very useful.

But for him, it was an irreplaceable treasure!

Much more important than the wealth of the Pudu Clan!

"These three inheritances I hold probably account for 90% of the Pudu Clan’s heritage," Wang Ye found the only set of Ultimate Saint Body Cultivation Technique.

Lucky, indeed.

Although it was only one set, beyond comparison, but perfecting it was all the same.

Perhaps, he could even break the limit in the future.

"’Human King Divine Body Technique’, what an unimpressive name..." Wang Ye muttered to himself and immersed his consciousness in it.

He diligently comprehended its secrets.

This was the ultimate saint body cultivation technique created by the ancestors of the Pudu Clan.

It did not need the bloodline of the Fadu Divine Race, just a divine body of immense strength and energy support for successful cultivation.

"Not bad," Wang Ye tried to comprehend.

Well, a bit challenging.

Understandable, given it was an ultimate secret technique.

With his comprehension ability, he would soon grasp it to perfection.

There’s no rush.

After all, among the three inheritances of the Pudu Clan, there were plenty of Chaos Fruits that could directly enhance the power levels.

Absorb while cultivating.

Two birds with one stone.

...

Five years later.

Level-6 High Dimension Lord, 72%!

The bottom-scraping Chaos Fruits were absorbed nearly half.

The Chaos Spacetime Shuttle vibrated intensely, successfully traversing the Primitive Dragon Path.

Wang Ye was calm.

He had never worried.

With the Exploration Department paving the way, there were no issues.

Leaving the 718 Divine Domain Territory, the next step was the return to the origin cosmic.

"I wonder how things are in the Kenta Cosmic now..." Wang Ye’s thoughts flowed, but he didn’t ponder too much.

He continued absorbing Chaos Fruits and comprehending the Human King Divine Body Technique.

With the Exploration Department leading the way and the all-capable Emperor Mu Qiushui handling affairs, he didn’t need to worry about trivial matters.

Continuing to cultivate and ascend was the true path.

However, there were some differences between the True Pudu Clan and real humans.

So his cultivation of their ultimate saint body cultivation technique encountered a bit of resistance.

Yes, that’s how it was.

...

Ten years later.

Level-6 High Dimension Lord, 85%!

The Chaos Fruits were mostly consumed!

Drawing closer to becoming a high-grade High Dimension Lord.

Sprint!

Once he broke through, his strength would leap tremendously!

The advanced realm’s high-dimensional Heavenly Path, better treasure compatibility, every increase in strength level was a transformation!

When returned to the origin cosmic, it’d give the Sky Race and Dark Race a bit of a deterrent!

Suddenly―

"Hm?" Wang Ye opened his eyes, ending his cultivation.

Emperor Mu Qiushui, something to ask of him?