The chambers detonated into smithereens but the four True Immortals did what they do best. Survive.
"FLASH!" They did not waste anymore time and immediately escaped into the folds of the void.
When they rematerialized into the world, every single one of them were looking into the sky.
All around them was a sea of lifeless desert which was pretty much a good venue for a fight like any other place in this xianxia world.
"So where is the bad guy?" Our good protagonist asked the party of Immortals around him.
He could feel the heavy hand of Daoist Crazy Monkey on his shoulder and it was easy to conclude that it was this True Immortal who had brought him into safety.
Alas, Clark was not the least bit gracious from this save at all as his thought was somewhere else entirely at this moment.
He could see through his Blood Twin's eyes and was comforted in the fact that his remaining personnel in the Demonic Sword Sect were as fine as can be in the aftermath of the explosion.
Although his other summons have lacked the benefit of his real power stat but the same could not be said at all to his Class Skill.
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Blood Twin
Power: 2,000,009,388
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'At least my special twin has inherited both my Chaos Physique and Spear Art Technique. He could easily guarantee my party's safety in the sect against any would be antagonist tonight.'
Clark concluded and just like the rest, followed to peer into the heavens for whatever it was they were waiting for to join them in this hot desert sands.
And although the temperature was high but the setting was indeed so perfect to commence battle in here simply because of the added blessing of daylight around them.
"Silence, child. This is not your place to speak."
Daoist Crazy Monkey said in his usual monstrous voice but it held a hidden emotion that our good protagonist has come to know very much indeed in his short stay in this xianxia world.
It was the familiar tone of apprehension and alarm. Unfortunately for the aged Daoist, this has only ever increased the natural curiosity within our good gamer.
Taking the fact that Clark was practically a walking cheat code in these lands, he could absolutely afford to be carefree in everything he would do from here on out.
"Do you know this attacker, Senior Crazy Monkey?" Our bored gamer asked innocently.
In response, the hand on his shoulder became even heavier but Clark neither showed any discomfort at all nor he displayed some signs of inconvenience from the added weight and pressure on his body.
'This is a rare seedling indeed!' Daoist Crazy Monkey noted and relented on making things hard for this child's innate wonder.
In the end, the beastly cultivator decided to sate the interest of the youngling.
"I believe that the one who comes is Daoist Drunken Monarch." Crazy Monkey whispered and did not dare to take his eyes from looking up above the heaven's heights.
"Daoist Drunken Monarch, eh? Hmmm... A good unique name. Hehehe. I want to meet with this old Daoist also."
Clark smiled and he was fully expecting to see some drunken boxing or some different variation in the upcoming war between True Immortals.
"You should hope that you won't be able to see that man, Young Master Clark. He is also one of the Ten Immortal Paragons and I dare say even more forceful than Daoist Twilight Moon.
Drunken Monarch would do whatever it takes in order to satisfy his needs and wishes. Don't utter a word in his presence, child. I can't even guarantee my safety against him.
Much less your own if you would willingly invite his wrath to yourself." Daoist Crazy Monkey imparted some valuable teachings unto our careless protagonist.
Clark would have wanted to retort with a few added smart lines in his bag of tricks but alas, he was not able to do so after a swift change of his entire world.
The daylight was cloaked by an artificial darkness and within moments from the unnatural occurrence, a small figure broke from the clouds and slowly descended into the sands of this mortal world.
It was a man. A very old man. His clothes were dirty and tattered. An almost laughable description for one so revered in the eyes of all people and races in existence.
And yet there he was, standing bowed and small with but a big bottle of liquor on his waist.
Amongst everyone in attendance, only Clark looked at the old man with apparent passion in his eyes.
'FUCK ME! He is even cooler than what i had imagined in my mind!' Clark roared inside and could not help but shout for the system's aid at this moment.
'Help me identify this man, Nancy!' Clark ordered as he wished to determine the power stat of this aged True Immortal Daoist.
"Affirmative, host." Nancy responded quickly.
"DING!"
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Name: Fan Chen (Daoist Drunken Monarch)
Level: 100 (True Immoral 10th Stage)
Power: 951,782,005
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'Hmmm... He has not reached the peak power level of this realm yet. Tsk. Tsk.' Clark was dismayed for a bit. But that did not stop him from asking his next question towards the system at all.
'What's the requirement for one to be able to ascend into the Divine Realm, Nancy? Does it need for someone to reach 1 billion power stat and master everything?'
"Affirmative, host. One billion power stat is the least prerequisite for anyone to be able to summon the final heavenly tribulation.
Not all would end in triumph though as most would die amidst that last step in entering the holy gates of the Divine Realm." Nancy replied.
'I see. What power stat should one need in order to ascend fairly easily, Nancy?' Clark continued asking.
Although he has no plans of even going into the domains of freaky gods and goddesses but that did not mean that he was not interested in their ways and worlds also.
"At least 2 billion power stat, host."
'But didn't you say that at 1 billion, one has already mastered all of the available Daos? How much mastery should a person need in order to reach 2 billion power stat?!'
"The Dao is endless, host. Mastery over them does not signify the end. Instead, this is only the beginning. You should also feel it for yourself."
'Yes, indeed. I feel surprisingly small even with how much power i currently possess in my hands.' Clark sighed deeply and ended his conversation with the system right here.
He felt like the more he knew about the world, the more he realized also how ignorant he truly was in his earlier assumptions.
It also reminded him of the truth that he could do nothing to escape the Elder God overhead that was laughing quite silently at his expense.
'Well, not everything is bad after all. If i ever get to return home then i have a good chance that i will also bring these mighty abilities with me. I just have to hold on until then!'
Clark encouraged himself and kept the hope alive in his heart. In the end, he did nothing more but wait for the eventual clash of the Titans!
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"What are you doing here, Fan Chen? This world doesn't welcome you anymore. Or is it that you miss your Father's beating once more and so you came here to get a taste of it again.
Hihihi!" Twilight Moon laughed and her childish voice rang eerily in the otherwise silent deserts.
"You have grown arrogant in your power, Daoist Twilight Moon. Although I could not touch a single hair on your head but the same isn't true for your friends at all. Especially the boy.
He will be in my hands tonight." Daoist Drunken Monarch replied. He then looked towards Clark's way and unto the tall person behind our bored gamer.
"Give the boy to me and your life can be spared, Little Monkey. Choose otherwise and it will be forfeited by your own choice." Drunken Monarch stated simply.
His voice was pretty raspy to the ears like someone not far away from his deathbed. The physical form he took was also very unbecoming since it barely reached five foot tall in height.
Against the corresponding size of Twilight Moon, the two were really a strange pair which begged the question in our good gamer's mind.
'Are all 10th Stage True Immortals weird, Nancy?'
"..." Luckily, the system was wise enough to ignore its host's words when it deemed necessary for it to do so. Few breaths passed and everyone waited for Crazy Monkey's retort.
And after the fifth beat, the hairy Daoist has not at all failed the expectations of his peers.
"I don't take any orders from you, Fellow Daoist."
Crazy Monkey spat the words out and before the last echoes died down, a big palm fell down from the heavens and into the static position of Crazy Monkey.
And of course, also towards the head our very own protagonist.
"Hey, I'm still here! I thought you wanted to get me? Why would you murder me at first m...!" Clark shouted in annoyance but was unsuccessful in finishing his words.
The drop was instantaneous and for the second time in just the span of a few minute interval, Clark was dragged by a strong force to evade the onslaught of destruction that was after him.
When the world stopped moving upside down over and over again for him, our good gamer found himself looking at a whole different world.
"So this is why she's named Twilight Moon." Clark whispered under his breath.