The Rise of the Black Plain



"Uh?" Minos opened his mouth in surprise, not expecting to get protection from this person.

That man laughed out loud and said. "Don't worry, young man. I will not do this with hostile intentions against your empire. In fact, I promise not to interfere with your things.

By the way, where is this so-called Black Plain?" He asked, looking ahead to where the tomb of a God was.

Minos answered. "My state is in the northern part of the continent. After the rise of Maximus and your long sleep, many things happened, and that region weakened.

There was a great migration of the powerful populations from that area away to others, particularly the southern and western regions. Because of this, these regions remained the strongest for millions of years, and the northern region became a weak and underdeveloped place.

In my time, things have been improving, but currently, I am the strongest native of the region."

"Is that true? I didn't expect things to change so much in that area." Maximillian was surprised, the northern region was one of the strongest in the Central Continent in the remote past due to its proximity to Elves Island. "In any case, it is normal for cycles of strengthening and weakening to happen.

The world depends on it. In the same way that all beings eventually die one day, even spiritual roots have their life cycles, weakening and strengthening.

There are phenomena that even I do not understand behind this... Anyway, let me introduce you to someone." He looked at the golden sarcophagus in front of him, where a 2-meter tall trident stood above the resting place of someone important to the Church.

"Minos Stuart, I present Pope Uranos, the first God of the Spiritual Church." He said as he walked toward that man's legendary weapon. "The legendary blacksmith, creator of the most highly ranked weapon in the history of the Spiritual World, the Trident of God!"

Minos saw that golden weapon, which emitted an unmistakably powerful spiritual fluctuation.

As he placed his hands around that weapon, Maximillian said to Minos. "This weapon cannot be classified. It is stronger than a high-level grade-4 weapon, so if there were a higher classification, it would be grade-5.

But we can't say that since no other blacksmith has reached level 100 to help rank this item. Hence, it can only be considered the peak of what we have.

That is the most powerful weapon in the world!"

As he spoke, his powerful spiritual energy began to surge violently in the surroundings as his Soul Avatar appeared to Minos.

Immediately upon sensing those powerful spiritual fluctuations, Minos stepped back as he saw six black wings appearing on the back of that soul projection.

Along with those wings, a black crown was on his head, while the armor on that spiritual body looked as real as the one Minos had on his body.

As the cultivator grew stronger, their avatar became more and more realistic, becoming more like their real form, something necessary to expose a cultivator's ultimate power.

Minos saw that and remembered the giant body in his Spatial Kingdom.

'Are we descendants of race 99? Or several of the 101 extraordinary races?' He clenched his fists, understanding why humans relied so heavily on the avatar and why this was their strongest form.

As he thought about this, Maximillian made great force, making the surroundings shake, but with nothing in that building showing it was breaking in the face of this man's powers.

"Aaaagh!" He shouted as he felt the weight of that divine weapon, possibly the greatest creation in this world.

But after sleeping for 5,000 years, his body had become stronger, and at the peak of level 99, there weren't many restrictions in that place to prevent him from acquiring that weapon.

The one he stole was a God, but God had not been in this world for millions of years. Even his remnant was not powerful enough to make this man suffer.

But not only that, it was not such a God's intention that his divine weapon should stay in this dark place forever and ever. On the contrary, he was hoping that someone worthy would find it and use it someday.

After sensing the powerful soul of this man, the remnant did not make Maximillian's situation any more difficult than it should be.

Amidst this, he looked at Minos from inside that sarcophagus, the one responsible for the name of this area.

'This young man... Sigh, too bad he's still too weak.' The soul fragment of that God slowly faded away, lamenting, for Minos had been born at the wrong time.

Finally, after a few minutes, Maximillian stopped screaming and finally got the recognition of that weapon, feeling less weight to hold it while noticing its extreme power.

Weapons above grade-3 had their own characteristics. That trident, in particular, could summon part of the sea and use its power in favor of its user!

Maximillian smiled upon feeling that, as his spirit soared and he gave a long victorious shout!

"Hahaha, now I can finally pursue my goals!" He said aloud as Minos watched him return to his original human size.

"Young Minos, my work here is done." He said, looking down at his trident. "What do you intend to do now? For that matter, where are we? This place must have changed position after my arrival."

"We are in the central part of the Ancestral Sea," Minos replied, imagining the chaos this man would bring to the Central Continent with so much power and that weapon in his hands.

'Never mind. That's none of my business. If he keeps his promise, I'll be fine!' He then said. "Since I am not strong enough to take anything from this place, I want to return to my empire. Unfortunately, that beast destroyed my yacht earlier, so I don't know how to get back..."

"Hmmm, I'll go with you. In return, I want you to update me on the current situation on the continent and the Church. 

You said your wife is part of the Church, yes? Then you should know enough to bring me up to date."

"I will do my best." Minos quickly agreed, feeling this would indeed be better for him.

"All right, let's get out of this place." He walked toward the exit of the Seraphim Ancient Sarcophagus, not daring to open a spatial crack at that place, as that would be very disrespectful.

Minos followed him silently, listening to some of that man's doubts.

"Young Minos, tell me about the Evergreen Empire..." 

As they walked out of that building, they were surprised by two souls waiting for them!

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