Chapter 1712: Chapter 632: Void Creation Transformation, Tearing True Spirit Alive Chapter 1712: Chapter 632: Void Creation Transformation, Tearing True Spirit Alive In late March 2027, as Earth rejuvenates, brimming with vitality, there has been a noticeable increase in Mutated Creatures in the wilderness.

Outside Mist River City, two energy fighters flew across the sky, followed shortly by loud explosions, firelight, and roaring overhead.

“Recently, there seem to be a lot of Mutated Beasts.”

In the evening, by the riverside, after dinner when Doris Clark went for a walk, she looked up and noted the remains of Unique Beasts falling from the sky, feeling somewhat contemplative.

Just over two years ago, Mutated Creatures were still a remote concern for ordinary people, hardly encountered.

Beside her, Sherry Williams, dressed as an ordinary person with long black hair, a white T-shirt, and jeans, smiled and spoke, “They are all low-level creatures, auntie, don’t worry about them.”

“By the way, Sherry, aren’t you busy? Why do you come to keep this idler company every day?” Doris Clark was puzzled.

Jack Clark only told Doris Clark that Sherry Williams was his friend, but he didn’t reveal much about her identity or how strong she was.

But knowing she could be friends with the current Jack Clark, Doris Clark understood that Sherry Williams was no ordinary person.

During over a month of Jack Clark’s Closed-door Cultivation, Sherry Williams frequently visited Doris Clark, and the two gradually became closer.

Sherry Williams smiled slightly, “Yes, auntie, I am busy, but right now, my task is to wait for Brother Clark to finish his Closed-door Cultivation, as I have something important to give him.”

“So that’s it,” Doris Clark realized.

While Glenn Clark was adventuring in the mythical world, Sherry Williams frequented visits to Doris Clark to ‘chat.’
Deep in the Sun, a pair of eyes– one Black Gold and one Golden-White–slowly opened. Under their horrific gaze, the intensely hot material in front was silently annihilated as space-time distorted.

This phase of Closed-door Cultivation took Jack Clark longer than he expected, about one and a half months.

By now, he had fused the Supreme Power Rules and the True Body with the Real Plane of Earth, Fire, Wind, and Thunder, and his realm thoroughly stepped into the Peak of the Ancient.

Of course, due to the Primordial Genesis Rules, he was still a little short of reaching True Spirit.

This time, Jack Clark was awoken by a faint sense of danger emanating from the Giant Beast Body, sensing that something was targeting the hibernating Destruction Emperor Dragon.

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The previously gloomy and oppressive Chaotic Turbulent Region, now ravaged by storms, was enveloped by majestic dawn light, resembling a fairyland from legends.

Above the Firmament, inside the multi-colored vortex covering a million kilometers, the Chaotic Light Egg spanning tens of thousands of kilometers kept contracting and expanding like a living creature, breathing in the infinite Power of Heaven and Earth.

The invisible, formidable suppression permeating between heaven and earth quieted everything.

Including the Chaos Sea with tsunamis a thousand meters tall, now lay calm, still as a blue mirror under the gleam of dawn, reflecting myriad colors.

Hoo!

In the sky, a Spawn Roc over 2400 meters long, covered in black ferocious scale armor and of vast and stout body, swimming leisurely spread its double wings casting large shadows.

On the sea surface, a Dragon Turtle resembling a yellowish-brown mountain peak raised its head, emitting a dissatisfied roar.

Roar! Joe, this fellow, just because he had a breakthrough to the Titan Realm before us, what’s there to be so proud of.

Not far away, the body of Nine-headed monster Ghidorah coiled atop an ice mountain nodded, with all nine dragon heads roaring in chaotic unison.

“This guy is indeed annoying. He has been flying around this area for more than a Sun Wheel; even if showing off, he should have had enough.”

“Roar! Ghidorah, let’s go, ignore him.”

The Deep Sea Dragon Turtle roared, its gigantic body plunging with a thunderous crash, splashing the ocean wide.

Crash! The ice mountain shattered explosively, and the body of the Nine-headed Flood Dragon surged into the sea, disappearing with the Deep Sea Dragon Turtle.

Hoo!

In the sky, the Spawn Roc with slowly spreading wings let out a triumphant long cry, continuing to circle around the Dragon Palace, emitting an invisible aura belonging to a Titan Giant Beast.

Meanwhile, on an island thousands of kilometers away, in the ruggedly ancient city spanning 2800 meters and standing a thousand meters tall, Longa King in human-snake form was being worshipped by countless Longa Tribe members.

Today was the annual Holy Praise Day for the Longa Tribe.

As the supreme king of the tribe, all Longa were to offer praises to Alicia, even the Ancient Giant Clams that lived alongside Longa surfaced.

These hundreds of gigantic clams opening their shells resembled vast fan-seats.

Together with the Mythical Giant Beasts occasionally bursting skyward, emitting deep roars, it gave the impression of returning to the desolate and mysterious ancient wilderness of legends.

This is the Beast Empire.

Unlike the orderly human civilization and other race civilizations, there was no ‘Great War;’ everyone did what they wanted, dispersing across the land, flying wherever they wished.

Including those Ancient Dragon Kings, now spread out tens’)}}”