Genetic Ascension

Chapter 1869: Two Dozen

Teleporting right to the Emperor Sanctum wasnʼt something that was possible. It was ironic considering that Sylas could do this with the much more powerful Weaver Guild. But that much was fine by him.

Gralith had been right when he said that going to the Emperor Sanctum would leave him within armʼs reach of the Seeing Eye Guild. This was because though the Emperor Sanctum was far weaker than the Weaver Guild and the Seeing Eye Guild for that matter, they were still in the same generation cluster of Horizons.

This region was near the very core of the Thryskai Mortal Heaven. The only territories more central than the Weaver Guild and powers of their ilk were the three most powerful of the Thryskai Mortal Clans-the Purvon, the Sona, and the Buri.

The Emperor Sanctum was just a bit further out from this most central hub.

However, while there were impossible-to-fathom distances between Horizons—and each Horizon likewise encompassed impossible-to-fathom territory sizes-the strengths of these empires were such that they had very well-situated hyper highways and various teleportation channels between them.

Someone assuming adequate strength-could definitely make it from one Horizon to another given enough determination.

Under the escort of a Legend like Fanelei? It might as well not even be a question at all.

The problem, of course, was the potential assault of the Seeing Eye Guild.

Luckily, Sylasʼ proclamation and reveal of their potential treachery gave them far bigger problems to deal with. The fact their Karma was in shambles already made them a great target. Now that there was an additional layer of reasoning to have people target them, it was even more obvious how much pressure they were under.

Honestly speaking, Sylas didnʼt need to go through this much trouble to go to the Emperor Sanctum.

If he indeed wanted to, all he needed to do was ascend the steps. But he had changed his mind about this as well.

As for the reason why, maybe only he knew.

Planet Gold.

Earth wasnʼt the only planet in existence with a simple name based on the most common element they could see around them. Planet Gold was certainly one such case-a planet with such an abundance of the material that they had chosen in ancient times to name themselves after it.

This gold was very different from the gold that Sylas knew of, though, despite the fact the translation remained the same. This gold wasnʼt nearly so soft.

In fact, it was durable to an extreme, so much so that despite its abundance, it didnʼt make up large segments of the infrastructure like one might imagine.

Instead, it remained in mountains and sparkled in the soil in thick, large ingots.

The structures themselves were instead formed of a gorgeous dark wood with flecks of the gold within it as well. The contrast was gorgeous, and while the structures were simple and lacked what Sylas might have thought to be architectural flair, they were well formed and excellently made.

From above, the oceans didnʼt experience any sort of darkness. Instead, the gold buried at their depths likewise shimmered, making the rushing rivers and large clear oceans quite literally look like liquid gold themselves.

This was the first time that Sylas had truly seen a planet that stood so very different in ecosystem from Earthʼs own. Sure, he had probably stepped into inconceivable Dungeons, or even worlds that might have been like this had they not been industrialized and colonized in their entirety, but this world... It made Sylas feel something.

It seemed that the fact that the gold they had such an abundance of was so hard to mine had actually had a positive effect. They didnʼt have a chance to utterly overhaul and change their planet like the Weaver or Seeing Eye Guild had.

Sylas wasnʼt entirely sure why he was feeling the way he felt until he stepped onto the planet itself.

There was a rhythm to the world.

ʼThis world... has a Progenitor. And their level isnʼt low.ʼ

This was a problem. Sylas didnʼt expect to run into such a thing so early on.

If he could feel this Progenitor the moment he stepped onto the world, this Progenitor had certainly sensed him the moment he was in the air.

They just hadnʼt done anything yet.

Or maybe... they didnʼt feel a need to make a move against someone they deemed to be so weak.

Planet Gold wasnʼt the strongest planet of the Beast Emperor Sanctumʼs territory, but it was probably amongst the strongest you could step on without being in the true core of their territory.

Essentially, it was one of the strongest planets that the Beast Emperor Sanctum didnʼt have high-level security around.

Much like when Sylas was first trying to reach the Beast Warlord Sanctum, you couldnʼt just stroll into a sovereign territory. There were defenses, there were routes that were heavily restricted and limited to outsiders.

This planet was one that Sylas had chosen after learning from Fanelei about how the system worked and also asking his Virtue Madness Key a few questions.

But... what Fanelei clearly hadnʼt known was that there was a Progenitor on this planet. Otherwise, she would have raised some objections of her own.

ʼThis is a problem.ʼ Sylas thought.

He wasnʼt the problem. Fanelei was the problem.

This Progenitor would also sense that a Legend had stepped onto their world. A Legend didnʼt just casually stroll around.

Although the odds were low, the Planet Gold Progenitor might have ignored Sylas if he was alone.

But a Sylas with Fanelei was a different matter entirely.

And if this person was good enough to become the Progenitor of a world in such a powerful Sector, they were almost certainly smart enough to piece several things together.

It seemed that as high as his Luck had become, it wasnʼt nearly as effective outside the bounds of the Milky Way Galaxy.

ʼWhat to do...ʼ

Progenitors were exceptionally rare. What were the odds that he would randomly step onto a planet with one?

Could the entire Mortal Realm have more than a dozen? Two dozen at most?

ʼIʼm missing something...ʼ

Sylasʼ gaze flashed.