Fey Evolution Merchant



After a few hours passed, the four lucky chosen Apostles walked out of the palace with ecstatic expressions.

The Apostles kneeling outside changed their attitudes toward the four Apostles.

The Polar Sea Large Lake was expansive and chock full of resources. The Apostles within the Polar Sea Large Lake were split into two groups.

The first group was made up of those who had been taught by Dictator Return to Ruins. The other group was made up of those who did not have the right to meet with Dictator Return to Ruins.

The Apostles Dictator Return to Ruins had taught occupied the upper echelons of the Polar Sea Large Lake, only seconded by the Apostles who had received Dictator Return to Ruins's dictator's prizes.

This separation of lifeforms in the Polar Sea Large Lake caused the Apostles to take on the habit of paying their respects to Dictator Return to Ruins.

This culture had persisted for a long time.

It was difficult to track Apostles who were thousands to tens of thousands of years old. This was why newly evolved Apostles all rushed to kneel outside of Dictator Return to Ruins' palace.

Habits would slowly turn into common practices that slowly changed into laws.

Without Dictator Return to Ruins' guidance and protection, there was no way they would be able to make a name for themselves in the Polar Sea Large Lake.

Even if they decided not to stay in the Polar Sea Large Lake and went into other lakes to develop, they could still accomplish many things by taking advantage of Dictator Return to Ruins' name.

Within the castle made of dark blue gems, a man with inky black hair that hung down to his neck was looking down at his fingers.

His aura was elegant, but his eyes were full of gleaming sharpness. This was enough to know that he was not as refined as his countenance made him seem.

Flecks of navy blue in the strands of his hair intertwined with the dark blue light dancing on his fingertips.

The dark blue light on his fingers rose and formed various shapes in the air. The constantly changing shapes indicated that the man was not at peace.

"The light green moon has already risen and fallen 6,000 times. How long it has been! Ever since becoming a Dictator, this is the closest that my faith power has come to reaching the Turning Wheel Realm. I heard that Dictator Everything has already stepped into the Turning Wheel Realm. I should take a look during the Banquet of Everything!"

While he was mumbling, he shook his hair as though he had come to a decision.

His gaze sharpened in an instant. He chuckled bitterly and continued murmuring, "Oh, Everything! You've hidden yourself ever since you stepped into the Turning Wheel Realm! I'm so curious to know where you've hidden.

"This Banquet of Everything should have been canceled, but you're still holding it as per usual. This means that the Banquet of Everything will help you enter the Turning Wheel Realm! If that's the case, you should be making an appearance at the Banquet of Everything or at least stick your head out from wherever you've been hiding!

"I didn't dare to touch you before you stepped into the Turning Wheel Realm, but now that you have, you won't be able to return to your prime before at least a few centuries have passed. So you can't blame me for having an eye on you."

There were two handsome androgynous figures next to this man. Both of them had respect written all over their faces.

Dictator Return to Ruins' power had reached another level in the past few years.

Dictator Return to Ruins had taught tens of thousands of Apostles in the Return to Ruins Palace, and each one of these Apostles had contributed significant amounts of faith power to Dictator Return to Ruins.

During this process, Dictator Return to Ruins had not only gained benefits for himself but had also selected a few outstanding Apostles and kept them by his side to increase the overall power of the Return to Ruins Palace.

Return to Ruins was strict with its subordinates, but he knew when to be kind.

The entire Polar Sea Large Lake was permeated with Dictator Return to Ruins' wills.

But none of this was what Dictator Return to Ruins wanted. What he wanted was to enter the Turning Wheel Realm.

Pinnacle Apostles looked forward to transforming into Dictators as much as Dictators yearned to enter the Turning Wheel Realm.

Although they would have to start over once they entered the Turning Wheel Realm, any lifeform that wanted to perfect itself would want to break past its limits.

Dictator Return to Ruins not only yearned to raise his life rank, but the strong subordinates he had nurtured were also the reason that he did not need to be afraid of starting over once he entered the Turning Wheel Realm.

Dictator Everything had been managing the Palace of Everything for tens of thousands of years. He was considered a veteran Dictator.

It was the strength of the Palace of Everything that made Dictator Everything release the news that it had entered the Turning Wheel Realm.

But no matter how strong the Palace of Everything was, there was no second Dictator.

Thus, if Return to Ruins was bent on conquering the Palace of Everything, there was no way they could fight back.

The Apostles that Return to Ruins had been nurturing for thousands of years were all pinnacle Apostles.

Nonetheless, there was still no second Dictator in the Polar Sea Large Lake.

This showed how venerated and rare Dictators were in the dimensional worlds.

This was also why the Polar Sea Large Lake had been so calm for thousands of years.

In order for an Apostle to transform into a Dictator, the most basic condition was to ensure that their faith was not tied to anyone else.

The master and servant bond in the marsh world was made of faith power. Thus, Dictators could only stand at the top and not be subservient to anyone.

Once an Apostle successfully evolved into a Dictator, it had to become domineering, even if their previous demeanor as an Apostle had been respectful and amiable. This was the fate of Dictators.

Return to Ruins had also changed his attitude when he became a Dictator.

However, it was smart enough to choose to flee. Otherwise, he would already be dead by now, and others would have collected and toyed with his source totem.

Return to Ruins had experience being hunted. He had also killed other Dictators before he arrived at the Polar Sea Large Lake.

The source totem left behind after an Apostle died was useless to Dictators, but the source totem left after a Dictator died could be turned into weapons by other Dictators.

Even with the advantage and having used all of his capabilities, Return to Ruins still suffered heavy injuries when he killed a Dictator.

This was why Return to Ruins Palace had chosen to retreat to the Polar Sea Large Lake to recuperate and build the Return to Ruins Palace.

The chances were very slim for one Dictator to be able to kill another Dictator.

In the marsh world, Dictators were no different from kings.

If a fight truly broke out, it would be difficult for one party to keep another from fleeing if they wanted to.

Thus, despite Dictator Everything being a veteran Dictator, Return to Ruins did not believe that Dictator Everything possessed any source totems left over from dead Dictators.