Ten Thousand Years Later…
After undergoing hundreds of dark beast waves, defending the stronghold, and absorbing merit, most of the talents in the base had mastered their path of law.
"This place is a holy training ground," Maximus sighed, reading the report.
Before the whole Aeon Plane, there might not have been a million masters of the river of law.
Each such master was either a dimensional master or someone with a high background.
Now, in less than a hundred thousand years of defending against the dark beasts, millions upon millions of talents had broken this balance.
Becoming masters of the river of law at a mere tier-10 realm and raising the number of river-level powerhouses to the millions, even Maximus couldn't help but be amazed.
There were also masters of the ocean of law.
At the beginning of the first round, there were only four masters of the ocean of law, including him.