His heart felt indescribably heavy.

"It still isn't enough huh…" The Non-falling Level was what he looked up to previously. However, it was merely an una.s.suming, minor role in the eyes of others.

He recalled the unimaginably mysterious minaret that he had seen in Scarlet Snow Sect previously. It was the Fermium Cloud Tower on Planet Naga. Scarlet Snow Sect was a faction that was established by the Secret Technique powerhouses upon arriving in this world. Meanwhile, it was rumored that the Fermium Cloud Tower was the remains that were left behind by Scarlet Snow Sect during their glory days of the past. Many mysterious things were still left behind inside.

"Frost h.e.l.l as well. I'll go visit Frost h.e.l.l briefly first to awaken the Secret Frost Seed. After that, I'll go directly to the Fermium Cloud Tower before attending the ceremony!" Garen planned as such.

Looking at the Timeless Board in his hands, Garen once again sat down with his legs crossed. His joy of breaking through to the next level was diminished by Carthage.

The Timeless Board resembled a normal blue plate. Engraved silver lines on it reflected silver light, but he could not determine their functions. If he were to discard it at a random auction house, perhaps no one would be able to see that it was actually the core of everything within the body of a Level Eight powerhouse like himself.

Nonetheless, an item that looked so normal could actually support every aspect of a Level Eight powerhouse.

Garen dispersed all the Werewolves to continue protecting this area.

Meanwhile, he fondled the Timeless Board, gently feeling the silver lines on it.

After the Mirror of True Techniques was the Board Realm. Garen did not have any clues in his mind. He was not a true peak prodigy or a person with the highest comprehension. He was merely a powerhouse who had relied on the h.e.l.lfrost Peac.o.c.k Technique's horrifying Devour ability to improve.

He had yet to even reach the Silver Mirror of the Mirror of True Techniques, much less the Board Realm.

The basic ancient Endorian civilizations did not have Board Realms. Instead, their foundations were purely based off the Living and Dying Secret Techniques. The perfection of his current h.e.l.lfrost Peac.o.c.k Technique already possessed the Appraisal of Army Level powerhouses. These were the strongest aspects of the ancient Endorian civilization that was only second to the True Soul and Demon King Level.

"According to the differentiation of the realm of this world, the Mirror of True Techniques should probably fuse every part of itself to hatch and derive a new strength with qualitative changes. Meanwhile, the board uses some of the strength to fuse with the external world to achieve the effect of controlling a part of the universe's power." Garen's mind related all of the information that he had obtained. He began to a.n.a.lyze and determine what the facets were actually like.

"Carthage said that the Timeless Board could control the Thousand Gravitational Force. Therefore, it's clear that my a.s.sumption tallied with it very much. However, the entire situation is probably much more complicated." Garen did not even have the Silver Mirror now, much less the Board. After researching for half a day, he did not obtain any results. Instead, a somewhat strange flighty feeling stirred within him.

This feeling stunned him slightly before he gathered his thoughts quickly and stopped focusing attentively on the Timeless Board.

Beep beep…beep beep…

Suddenly, a contact request appeared on his Energy Machine Imprint.

Garen glanced at it and discovered that it was the woman whom he had met at the Remora Business Alliance during his earlier return. Her name was Sandor and Garen still remembered her gift of his s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p to him.

"So it's Miss Sandor. We have not been in contact for a while now." He turned on the communication channel.

"Yes, it's been more than a year." Sandor's face appeared before Garen. She was still as spirited as ever. "Mr. Garen, we've found many of the holy tree branches that you needed. They're currently being sent to your Planet Scarlet Snow. Please check and accept them!"

"Just in time!" A smile instantly appeared on Garen's face. "I was just thinking about it when you sent a message to say that they've arrived. I'll transfer the payment right over now."

"No rush. You can pay later after you've examined the goods," said Sandor while waving her hand. "This is a small matter, but I have a minor problem here that requires your a.s.sistance for a while."

"Just tell me what is it." The other party had a.s.sisted him greatly and even gifted him a s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p. It was only right for Garen to repay her kindness.

"It's like this. My younger brother and sister wish to go to the City of Nagadako to experience the grand meeting of Energy Machinists. I don't know if Mr. Garen could…" said Sandor in a slightly embarra.s.sed manner.

Among the merchants, those who were ranked outside the first ten of the business alliance did not even have the right to rub shoulders with the rest from afar. Meanwhile, Energy Machinists were like rich and imposing masters. A random Level-Eight or Level-Nine Energy Machinist would greatly surpa.s.s a merchant in terms of wealth. Mech Pilots who had yet to reach the Inherited Level did not have a position to brag about within the Energy Machinist world. They were unlike level five Energy Machinists. Hence, someone like her from the Remora Business Alliance was even worse off.

If Sandor had not come into contact with a sect Energy Machinist like Garen, she would not be able to even dream about attending grand meetings like this.

"The Three Major Metropolis will be organizing grand meetings at the same time so this won't be a problem. I will send someone from my sect to meet them. You can just send me the information first. When the time comes, you can contact my junior brother directly." Garen responded frankly and gave Bainster's contact to the other party immediately. He shared brief instructions to pay attention to certain matters before disconnecting the connection.

He contacted Bainster to receive the s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p that was on the way delivering the goods and briefed him on the tasks and other matters ahead.

"Why haven't I seen Hillco for so long?" Garen recalled suddenly and asked casually.

A resentment look appeared on Bainster's face immediately when he heard Garen's words.

"My Lord, are you only recalling this now…? Hillco left a long time ago."

"Left?" Garen truly did not notice it. He furrowed his eyebrows after hearing what had been said.

"Yes. You didn't like her the same way, My Lord. When she had lost all hope, she just left naturally," said Bainster honestly.

"What does that have to do with anything?" Garen was speechless. "Have there been any new changes over on Planet Naga?"

"There were indeed changes and major ones as well." Speaking of this, Bainster's face darkened abruptly. "Numerous small and middle scale sects have been completely destroyed but we don't know the culprit behind it. The Alliance has already called many meetings but no one has been able to take any effective measures. Another thing is that not long ago, Dragon Eye Sect was…annihilated as well."

"Dragon Eye Sect was annihilated as well?" Garen's heart sank. Such quick speed! This was definitely not Carthage's work only. There were about ten more years between the present day and the historical Energy Machinist Extinction. So how could it begin now?!

"Senior Brother, do you think our Scarlet Snow Sect will…" Bainster's voice was trembling slightly. "There have been people within the sect who have been leaving quietly. However, they are merely the children of wealthy households who wasted money to make a quick fortune here."

"I'm well aware of this matter. You go and complete the task that I instructed. The other matters will not affect our Scarlet Snow Sect temporarily so don't worry," said Garen calmly.

He recalled Carthage's mysterious att.i.tude all this while. He knew that Carthage had nurtured himself until now because his true ident.i.ty had yet to be exposed. Moreover, his relations.h.i.+p with the Red King was not revealed yet either. Once these layers and relations were exposed, perhaps the first person who would want to kill Garen himself would be Carthage.

Right now he was solely nurturing another reliable helper but everything else in the future was uncertain.

Garen's face was solemn as he disconnected the call. He picked up the Timeless Board again but could not feel any main threads still.

He heaved a long sigh. He felt that he had given up completely.

"I'm not a true prodigy after all, huh…I didn't get anything despite confronting a mountainous obstacle."

Putting down the Timeless Board, Garen stood up.

"I'll go to Frost h.e.l.l first then. I'll look on briefly at the Secret Frost Seeds of my Scarlet Snow Sect seniors of the past eras. Perhaps I will be able to gain something."

Garen leaped up and released an Energy Field out of thin air to suspend his own body in mid-air. The Energy Field canceled out gravity directly, allowing him to fly towards headquarters.

All of the Werewolves below raised their heads and looked upwards before crouching on the ground devoutly.

"We bid you a safe journey, respected master."

A string of voices echoed upwards from the ground below.

Garen glanced down and saw that Turing was ordering the Werewolves and members of the sect to dump high energy substances and crystals into a giant pit. Spending at least a few thousand golden crystals which was not a small sum, these were the items that they had extracted from other places. The sum was also equivalent to the yearly income of certain countries. However, only a small amount had been refined despite all of this.

From afar, Garen could see Turing crouching on the ground towards his direction, while praying for him loudly and respectfully.

He shook his head. These Werewolves had already viewed him as an almighty and unparalleled deity. After correcting them many times, he was too lazy to concern himself with this matter anymore because it was completely useless.

He focused his mind on Frost h.e.l.l again. This was Scarlet Snow Sect's highest temple that was much more precious when compared to the Ancestral Temple and the Great Wall Library. In order to enter this place, one would need to request permission from the three elders first.

Without thinking further, he flew in the direction of the First Elder.

"The First Elder has shut himself off for the purpose of studying. Please do not disturb him." Just as he had entered the First Elder's territory, a robotic patrolling bird in the air alerted a warning.

Garen frowned, retreated and flew in the direction of Third Elder.

In the woods, an elderly guard captain dressed in white spoke in an embarra.s.sed tone.

"The Third Elder has yet to return from his expedition until now. Senior Brother, would you mind waiting?"

"Expedition?" Garen's eyebrows were knitted together tightly. "What about Second Elder then? Do you know what has happened?"

"I know a bit. It seems like Second Elder left with Third Elder together for the expedition," the guard captain answered quickly.

"What a coincidence? None of the three elders are here?" Garen felt something was amiss. "What about the Great Supervisors?"

There were numerous Great Supervisors and Inherited Level powerhouses who lived in seclusion at the headquarters. As there were less than ten of these people, at least one of them should be around, right?

"At least half of the Great Supervisors have left on an expedition as well. The remaining ones are still in their respective precincts."

"I see. You can go back down now," nodded Garen. Carthage had also left on an expedition to attend some ceremony. It was obvious that his main aim was to send himself away as well.

"Could it be that they're about to battle the Guardian masters now?" His heart trembled when he made this a.s.sumption.

At this moment, he felt a sudden, explosive burn spreading through the inside of his body. It resembled a bomb that was exploding at an extremely terrifying speed.

"It was the black pearl that I ate earlier!!" Garen recalled the pearl that Carthage had given him earlier. He had never expected that it would only display its effects now.

He stumbled a few steps backward, his face turning green and pale. His body seemed like petroleum had been ignited, burning instantly.

"Is it starting to make an overdraft on my potential now?!" He suppressed the flames firmly and turned to fly in the direction of Frost h.e.l.l. The qi around his body seemed as though it had solidified and was scurrying upwards madly. He had just achieved Non-falling Level qi before it began to expand suddenly.

The cries, painful screams, and yells of countless people echoed beside his ears like phonism. Garen's vision began to blur, his ears were turning deaf.

"It's really not a bad human body…" In the midst of his daze, he seemed to hear a cold voice. "Carthage had really troubled himself to actually prepare such a good human body for me…"

Boom!!

A thunderous noise crashed through the clear sky. Garen's body suddenly stiffened while flying through high alt.i.tude. He stopped in mid-air.

An unknown and terrifying qi locked him in place firmly.

A white colored dwarf that was only the size of a child appeared slowly behind Garen. The dwarf was dressed in a suit of white technological armor with purple lines; two horns that resembled those of a cow grew from the top of his head.

The dwarf's eyes and lips of this were dark purple in color. There was a wicked and cruel smile on its face while the strangest thing about it was that it only had three digits respectively on both of his hands and feet.

Raising his right hand, the dwarf used his thick, three fingers to claw the back of Garen's head gently.

Instantly, his entire body melted into shrouds of white smoke and flew towards the back of Garen's head burrowing inside quickly.

"The prelude begins! Hehehehe…" It's high-pitched, terrifying laughter echoed throughout the high alt.i.tude endlessly. However, no one else could hear it besides Garen.