Around ten clones teleported to the Lawless Plains, exiting it before setting off in the direction of the capital. After arriving, they split up, taking a route each as they planned to cover as much ground as possible.
As it was wartime, he couldn't determine from where enemies might pop up. So just in case, Krune sent ten clones, hoping that at least a couple would manage to reach the battlefield.
His goal was to use the restricted routes that allowed one to exit Zamuria Continent and enter the neighboring continents, Rumria and Guria.
This was just one batch of clones that he had sent out.
He sent numerous batches of clones from the Mountain Sect. Since the sect was located in the space between continents, it also meant that they shared borders with numerous continents. With that, Krune planned to find a way to enter them.
This way, he would be able to branch out into different directions. After all, it was unsure where he would find an infant continent. So, he had to spread his net as wide as possible. Thankfully, his current cultivation allowed him to divide Little Krune into 900 fragments.
That meant he could have 900 clones. Leaving aside 100 to take care of all the sect's needs, he sent out the remaining 800 clones. However, their cultivation bases weren't up to the mark. Well, to be more exact, they only had cultivation.
To prevent any wastage of energy, Krune had limited them to only having cultivation bases. They didn't have any Mental Energy or a tough body. And among passive abilities, they only had Sonic Radar while the Cloud Whale was necessary to travel long distances efficiently.
After all, having a lower body weight meant lower Godly Energy expenditure when traveling. So, he made them with as minimal power as possible.
And while traveling, all the clones were in the wisp form, only possessing a core. With that, the Cloud Whale carrying them only spanned a meter in length. It was enough to exhibit its powers of travel.
As he was sending out 800 clones, their energy requirements were tremendous since they were traveling nonstop. His Cultivation Lotus would be unable to meet the demand if he sent out the clones that possessed the same strength as him.
That was why he sent them with as minimal ability as possible. After all, it was with the assumption that they would be killed nine out of ten times thanks to the numerous risks that were out there.
And, the moment they found something important, Krune was planning to take action personally. It would be easy to do so since all he needed to do was enter the subspace and make it appear in the respective clone. All it needed was a thought, with the transfer instantaneous, irrespective of the distance.
"It's perfect…" Krune muttered in pride when a shadow loomed before him. It was Feifei, holding a wet cloth in her hand, gazing at him, staring hard.
After a while, she muttered, "That's what the problem was. You aren't shiny enough. Be a proper gemstone."
Saying so, Feifei used the wet cloth to rub over the gemstone—Wisp Core—lodged into the gate, nodding in satisfaction when it was polished enough to shine brightly.
Once she left, Krune continued to remain in place, staring at the gate of the villa situated opposite. "Hello there, gate of the neighbor's villa. It's a fine day to be here, right?"
He tried to strike a conversation to curb his boredom. Unfortunately, there was no reply. After all, the gate he was speaking to was just that…a gate.
"Idea!" The Wisp Core trembled before opening the entrance to the subspace, bringing out a clone that lodged itself into the opposite gate. And now, he would no longer be bored.
"Hello there."
"It's a nice day, isn't it?"
"Indeed, what wind sent you here today?"
"Just you know, the usual Feifei wind. What about you?"
"Pretty much the same…Krune wind."
"…"
"…"
"…Is it just me, or are you getting more handsome by the minute?"
"You mean...you're also feeling that way?"
"Wow, you too?"
"Please, you're more handsome than me."
"No, no, no. You should see yourself in the mirror. Someone more handsome than you doesn't exist."
"That's not true. I'm seeing someone more handsome than me right now."
"Oh ho, you're making me blush."
"…"
Feifei had just exited the house, intending to stop punishing Krune when she heard the conversation. Hearing that, she turned around, calmly took a step into the house, and vanished from the spot, acting like she hadn't heard anything.
…
"You dare?" A middle-aged man bellowed in anger, condensing a spear of flames before throwing it into an opponent that remained invisible to the naked eye.
Followed by a wail, the entity turned into smoke, having been vaporized.
The middle-aged man had been fighting at the edge of the battlefield, preventing troops of the Guria Continent from going past him. He was an army general, commanding more than 10,000 troops.
Currently, they were battling in a delta, with the rivers meandering through a canyon of sorts while the cliff was high enough to reach the clouds. All the fights happened in the water, creating a bloody mess of things to the extent the water was dyed a gooey red.
At the start of the three-way continental war, most of the populace had been afraid of the harsher times that would arise next. But, once the war began, they realized that they had been foolish.
After all, it seemed that the three continents had become linked to the Sub-Realm that was filled to the brim with treasures. And, the greater the area occupied by each empire, the greater they could explore in the Sub-Realm, which resulted in a greater harvest of resources.
Moreover, these resources would directly enter the bodies of those that achieved exemplary performances, allowing them to break through countless times.
Injuries? Kill some opponents, take control of foreign territory, and be rewarded by the Sub-Realm that would not only treat your wounds, but also increase your cultivation realm.
Thanks to this war, even though tens of thousands of people died every day, the strength of the three continents was actually…increasing.
Among them was this middle-aged man, a cultivator with subpar talent, having barely achieved the Eight Stage of the God Foundation Realm at the age of 42. And now, at the age of 51, he attained the Ninth Stage of the Nascent God Realm.
And he was just one of the most average examples of those who benefitted from this war.
Around ten clones teleported to the Lawless Plains, exiting it before setting off in the direction of the capital. After arriving, they split up, taking a route each as they planned to cover as much ground as possible.
As it was wartime, he couldn't determine from where enemies might pop up. So just in case, Krune sent ten clones, hoping that at least a couple would manage to reach the battlefield.
His goal was to use the restricted routes that allowed one to exit Zamuria Continent and enter the neighboring continents, Rumria and Guria.
This was just one batch of clones that he had sent out.
He sent numerous batches of clones from the Mountain Sect. Since the sect was located in the space between continents, it also meant that they shared borders with numerous continents. With that, Krune planned to find a way to enter them.
This way, he would be able to branch out into different directions. After all, it was unsure where he would find an infant continent. So, he had to spread his net as wide as possible. Thankfully, his current cultivation allowed him to divide Little Krune into 900 fragments.
That meant he could have 900 clones. Leaving aside 100 to take care of all the sect's needs, he sent out the remaining 800 clones. However, their cultivation bases weren't up to the mark. Well, to be more exact, they only had cultivation.
To prevent any wastage of energy, Krune had limited them to only having cultivation bases. They didn't have any Mental Energy or a tough body. And among passive abilities, they only had Sonic Radar while the Cloud Whale was necessary to travel long distances efficiently.
After all, having a lower body weight meant lower Godly Energy expenditure when traveling. So, he made them with as minimal power as possible.
And while traveling, all the clones were in the wisp form, only possessing a core. With that, the Cloud Whale carrying them only spanned a meter in length. It was enough to exhibit its powers of travel.
As he was sending out 800 clones, their energy requirements were tremendous since they were traveling nonstop. His Cultivation Lotus would be unable to meet the demand if he sent out the clones that possessed the same strength as him.
That was why he sent them with as minimal ability as possible. After all, it was with the assumption that they would be killed nine out of ten times thanks to the numerous risks that were out there.
And, the moment they found something important, Krune was planning to take action personally. It would be easy to do so since all he needed to do was enter the subspace and make it appear in the respective clone. All it needed was a thought, with the transfer instantaneous, irrespective of the distance.
"It's perfect…" Krune muttered in pride when a shadow loomed before him. It was Feifei, holding a wet cloth in her hand, gazing at him, staring hard.
After a while, she muttered, "That's what the problem was. You aren't shiny enough. Be a proper gemstone."
Saying so, Feifei used the wet cloth to rub over the gemstone—Wisp Core—lodged into the gate, nodding in satisfaction when it was polished enough to shine brightly.
Once she left, Krune continued to remain in place, staring at the gate of the villa situated opposite. "Hello there, gate of the neighbor's villa. It's a fine day to be here, right?"
He tried to strike a conversation to curb his boredom. Unfortunately, there was no reply. After all, the gate he was speaking to was just that…a gate.
"Idea!" The Wisp Core trembled before opening the entrance to the subspace, bringing out a clone that lodged itself into the opposite gate. And now, he would no longer be bored.
"Hello there."
"It's a nice day, isn't it?"
"Indeed, what wind sent you here today?"
"Just you know, the usual Feifei wind. What about you?"
"Pretty much the same…Krune wind."
"…"
"…"
"…Is it just me, or are you getting more handsome by the minute?"
"You mean...you're also feeling that way?"
"Wow, you too?"
"Please, you're more handsome than me."
"No, no, no. You should see yourself in the mirror. Someone more handsome than you doesn't exist."
"That's not true. I'm seeing someone more handsome than me right now."
"Oh ho, you're making me blush."
"…"
Feifei had just exited the house, intending to stop punishing Krune when she heard the conversation. Hearing that, she turned around, calmly took a step into the house, and vanished from the spot, acting like she hadn't heard anything.
…
"You dare?" A middle-aged man bellowed in anger, condensing a spear of flames before throwing it into an opponent that remained invisible to the naked eye.
Followed by a wail, the entity turned into smoke, having been vaporized.
The middle-aged man had been fighting at the edge of the battlefield, preventing troops of the Guria Continent from going past him. He was an army general, commanding more than 10,000 troops.
Currently, they were battling in a delta, with the rivers meandering through a canyon of sorts while the cliff was high enough to reach the clouds. All the fights happened in the water, creating a bloody mess of things to the extent the water was dyed a gooey red.
At the start of the three-way continental war, most of the populace had been afraid of the harsher times that would arise next. But, once the war began, they realized that they had been foolish.
After all, it seemed that the three continents had become linked to the Sub-Realm that was filled to the brim with treasures. And, the greater the area occupied by each empire, the greater they could explore in the Sub-Realm, which resulted in a greater harvest of resources.
Moreover, these resources would directly enter the bodies of those that achieved exemplary performances, allowing them to break through countless times.
Injuries? Kill some opponents, take control of foreign territory, and be rewarded by the Sub-Realm that would not only treat your wounds, but also increase your cultivation realm.
Thanks to this war, even though tens of thousands of people died every day, the strength of the three continents was actually…increasing.
Among them was this middle-aged man, a cultivator with subpar talent, having barely achieved the Eight Stage of the God Foundation Realm at the age of 42. And now, at the age of 51, he attained the Ninth Stage of the Nascent God Realm.
And he was just one of the most average examples of those who benefitted from this war.
