"I once heard a story from the elders in my tribe."

Kali, the core vassal leader, spoke in a tone filled with fear and uncertainty, "Although the great entity involved in that story was countless times stronger than our tribe members, there seemed to be some similarities in essence."

"Of course, only a tiny bit alike."

At the thought of that story, the entire sphere couldn't stop trembling.

Fortunately, there were powerful Tier Six vassals in front bearing the brunt of the natives' attacks, otherwise, in this state, its physical body would definitely be destroyed once again.

"What story?" another core leader, Tok, hurriedly asked.

"In the extremely distant past, a Tier Eight great entity from a top large civilization challenged the Silkworm Dream Super Civilization."

Kali murmured as if in a dream, "On that day, a beautiful, noble butterfly, as if born as a monarch from dreams, flew out of the Silk Dream Plane and arrived at the core plane group where that top large civilization was located."

"It merely flew over the plane group and then returned, and it seemed as if nothing had changed."

"But the strange thing was that from that point on, for a long time, no living entities ever emerged from that plane group again."

"Only a long, long time later, when an ancestor of our tribe walked out of the Plane Barrier Passage that had not yet closed, did other Tier Eight great entities dare to investigate."

"The result found by that Tier Eight great entity was that in the entire plane group, aside from the living beings of our tribe, all other existences had lost their life auras."

"Yet the strange thing was their Power of Origin remained, just like theirs."

At this point, Kali's blue sphere extended a beam of light pointing to the shell held by other Tier Five beings in front, and then supplemented, "The elders in our tribe also said that our tribe was born on the remains of those great entities."

"It is precisely because of this that our tribe can directly merge with other living entities and obtain their memories."

This story has always been deeply ingrained in its memory.

Seeing this scene, it's really hard not to link the two together.

"So, do you think the Tier Five native who appeared just now follows the cultivation system of the Butterfly Emperor?" Tok asked in a heavy tone.

"Mm." The Kali sphere slightly bounced, "Besides this explanation, there's basically no other possibility."

"This civilization is truly terrifying," the giant white tiger beside them remarked, "Having a complete cultivation system, being able to comprehend the Law Prototype is whatever, but being able to replicate the path of Space and the Butterfly Emperor, it's just absurd."

"Fortunately, we discovered them in time."

A moment later, Tok let out a deep breath, "If the Tier Five native of their civilization who follows the Butterfly Emperor's path is now Tier Six, then we would certainly be facing a desperate situation."

"Now, he doesn't attack us, which clearly means he isn't confident in eradicating us the same way as those Tier Five clansmen."

"And having eliminated just one hundred and twelve clansmen before leaving, and hasn't returned since shows that his mysterious... great energy is limited and not easily replenished."

"Our tribe still holds the advantage in numbers, and there is still a possibility of invading their plane."

"Everyone, order your respective tribesmen, at all costs, ensure to break into their plane."

"If you can achieve this, the Venerable God will not merely reward a few core tribes upon return!"

After weighing the situation, it made a big promise.

It believed that once the Venerable God returned, he would definitely endorse its decision, because the civilization being nurtured in the forward plane had extraordinarily great potential.

"Alright!"

"We can do this."

"We have no other choice."

"Indeed."

None of the Tier Six beings opposed Tok's decision; they all commanded their tribesmen as their lives were in the hands of the Venerable God.

Since there's no retreat, they could only fight hard!

Fight themselves, and make their tribesmen fight, risking their lives to seek a possible future.

Before the Plane Barrier Passage.

Originally halted Tier Four and Five beings flew forward again, but this time the madness on their faces was significantly reduced, replaced by some fear.

In their eyes now, the forward plane was no longer merely a fish to be cut at their leisure, but a mountain of knives and a sea of fire.

One misstep, and they might completely perish, without even a chance to be reborn relying on the Power of Origin.

...

Desolate Plane, above the boundless desert.

Under Lor's watch, the Silver Wolf Claw had a second world entry token that suddenly split into a grayish round ball like an anklet.

"Take it."

Silver Wolf condensed a bit of Power of Faith, tossing the round ball nine thousand miles away to Lor, at the same time saying, "This is the entry token to the Second World, if you want it to take any form, you only need to contact it with your perception and transmit an image to it."

"If you wish to enter the Second World, you only need to transmit this thought as well."

"Besides the first free entry into the Second World, every subsequent entry will consume one thousand Illusion Dream Value."

"As for how to obtain the Illusion Dream Value, you'll find out once you go in."

It carefully explained the Second World entry token usage precautions to Lor, already clearly considering him as a vassal.

"Hoo—"

Lor watched the gray ball flying straight toward him, his Spiritual Power sinking into the Sea of Consciousness, triggering the Gravity Technique, making it hover a hundred miles from his Illusion Body.

"Can the Second World entry token be used by multiple beings?" Lor manipulated his Illusion Body to ask under the Silver Wolf's suspicious gaze.

He wasn't sure if this thing was truly the entry token to the Second World and wanted to take it back for others to verify but feared it might bind to its user.

Thus he could only ask the Silver Wolf first, then decide based on its reactions.

Silver Wolf: "..."

It was well aware of what plan this native had.

After all, this guy hardly concealed it when he stopped the entry token to the Second World a hundred miles away.

The anger that was almost dissipated in its heart was rising again due to this native's words.

"If you don't believe it, then give it back to me!" After a while, the recovered Silver Wolf angrily shouted.

"I didn't say I don't believe you."

Lor manipulated his Illusion Body to frown, retorting with an unhappy look, "From you having to collect debts to exchange for this entry token, it is evidently very precious."

"I just want to ask clearly first, to see if I can maximize its value, that's all."

"Is that so?" The Silver Wolf angrily replied, "Then why did you stop it a hundred miles before reaching you?"

It discovered this native really didn't even cover up his lies, truly thinking it was easy to fool?

"Fine, I'll take it now." Lor manipulated his Illusion Body to sigh, then raised his hand, using the Gravity Technique to take the Second World entry token in hand, and then continued to ask, "Can you tell me now?"

"Hmph!" The Silver Wolf's anger subsided a bit, and it explained, "Don't even think about it, once the Second World entry token is used, it binds to the being using it, making it unusable by others."

"Is that so?" Lor's Illusion Body nodded thoughtfully, then pretended to release his perception to contact the Second World entry token, closing his eyes afterward, silent.

This posture seemed as though he had entered the Second World, exploring within it.

In truth, his true body was in another direction seven thousand miles away from the Silver Wolf, with his perception tightly locked onto the Silver Wolf, observing its expression.

Caution is ingrained in his bones as an instinct, how could he risk himself just because of the Silver Wolf's casual words?

Ten seconds...

Thirty seconds...

A minute later, the Silver Wolf impatiently asked, "Aren't the rules of the Second World just that few, haven't you finished reading them?"

"Or are you hesitating on what name to pick?"

"Just pick a casual name for this thing, same names don't matter, since a specific number will be generated after naming it, that will be your true designation."

"Let me know once you've named it, so I can add your contact number."

"I see." Lor's Illusion Body showed a look of sudden understanding, while his true body quietly took the Second World entry token from the Illusion Body's hand and replaced it with a fake one for display.

Earlier, the Silver Wolf didn't display any unusual expression, suggesting its words could be trusted nine-tenths.

As for the remaining tenth...

Without taking risks, it's impossible to open the current situation; it's something unavoidable.

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