Abyssal Lord Of The Magi World-Novel

Chapter 649 Atlas

Destiny is essential for any life form, especially as they grow stronger and face even deadlier challenges. It could be considered the sum of their talent, hard work, willpower, life experiences, and many more factors. A slight improvement could mark a massive rise in one cultivation limit and survival skills.

However, tempering it was challenging even for Primarchs and could have disastrous consequences. Improving someone's destiny was not something so simple as raising their soul or body talent.

For example, suppose Zatiel or Ezequiel had monitored and decided every step in Heinz and the others' cultivation. In that case, that may have granted them a solid foundation but would not have improved their destiny. On the contrary, it would have crippled it.

The idea that they could not tackle essential decisions regarding their cultivation without help would have risen in their souls, severing their path to the peak.

One can still receive help from those close to them, as a background is part of someone's destiny, not different from a lucky chance, but letting them decide everything for you would be a terrible mistake.

An example of how to raise someone's destiny in the right way was when Ezequiel challenged Heinz and the others to a death battle. He would have killed them, but as they nine rose through their limits and defeated him, they proved that they could challenge enemies that were virtually impossible to conquer. _{raised their faith in themselves and granted them a title worthy of their prowess. Every time they heard the words Sky Breakers, a sense that they could challenge anything emerged in their hearts.}

All the events that led to the birth of the Sky Breakers were due to luck and chance, and it was not something one could replicate. Yet, Zatiel found a way to generate a massive boost to someone's destiny that anyone in the Prima Universe could take.

If Ezequiel discovered it, the other Primarchs certainly did it as well. Issac and Salomon could not be happier with the result as they saw the effect of the Legacy Order on their people.

"I could indeed take the N° 1 position in the Rank 7 Legacy Orders, but that would not be useful to me. I already have the firm belief that no one in the Prima Universe can surpass me other than Master."

Ezequiel's words may sound narcissistic, but that idea did not just suddenly arise. It slowly grew inside him as he faced genius after genius and battled entities whose power could shatter worlds.

"It is better to leave things as they are. The lack of Neo-Demons in the Rank 7 Legacy Orders should work as an incentive for our brethren to work harder."

"I understand." Dante did not push harder, as he knew that Ezequiel's idea was better for the Neo-Demon Race.

"I will soon reach the Titan World and enter the Sacred Trial. According to the information I was given, I will be out of reach for at least one hundred years. Since neither Master nor I will be available, the Sky Breakers and Teacher will take control of the Neo-Demon Race for the time being."

"Yes, Supreme." Dante's voice was solemn as the responsibility put on him was immense, especially now that the Neo-Demon Race was in the o --- _{ρꪖꪕᦔꪖꪕꪫꪣꫀ​ꪶ​}

There were three men in a large throne room, one so immense that heavenly bodies covered the ceiling. Resting on the giant throne of solidified Origin Power was a gargantuan man. As for the other two, they were young men around fifteen meters tall that respectfully kneeled.

"Grandfather, how can you allow something like this to happen? The Titan Race will lose its pride if something so shameful happens. Not only are other races obtained slots in our Sacred Trial, but we are supposed to treat that disgusting thief as a guest of honor."

If Ezequiel or Zatiel were present, they would have recognized the owner of those screams. He was the same Dawn Titan that generated problems when they reached the Dark Tower, Tksar.

Unlike Tksar's furious expression, the young man by his side was much calmer. However, there was a coldness in that serenity that could freeze someone's heart.

He had silver hair and golden-red tattoos with an incredible bloodline force covering his body. His aura was also calmer than that of Tksar, but its power and density were at a whole different level.

A veil of darkness hid the gargantuan man's face, but even that could not conceal his two red eyes. He did not lose too much time on Tksar and instead focused on the young man with golden-red tattoos.

"My attempts to get you close to Giam have encountered a sudden blockade lately. Although Hyperion has been clever about it, I can already see that he has other plans for his daughters." The gargantuan man's voice carried a force that made space-time tremble. His physical might had reached the level where the laws found it hard to resist any direct action coming from him.

The young man's composure was affected when he heard those words. Powerful killing intent flooded his eyes, but there was no sadness or melancholy. His response was similar to that of a hunter who saw someone else take his prey.

Tksar's response was much less serene, and he immediately began to yell again.

"What, how could Lord Hyperion do that? Does he dare to offend you!?"

The notion of Hyperion fearing any other Titan would be laughable, but there was some truth in Tksar's words. That gargantuan man not only was one of the four Eternal Detachment existences of the Titan Race, but he was also someone at the second stage of Rank 9.

"Hyperion is more confident in himself lately. I initially thought it was due to the evolution of Ivar the Flawless into Rank 9, improving the overall might of the Magus World, and making his connection with the Truth of the Universe more important. Nevertheless, it seems things are not so simple." The gargantuan man rambled, and he was not expecting the duo to give him any input.

"Either way, that is not something you two need to care about." After saying that, he focused on the young man with golden-red tattoos once again, and this time his eyes had a powerful intent. "Atlas, take the Sacred Trial as the massive lucky chance it is. If you succeed where all others failed, it will cause a ripple effect that could affect the fundamental state of our race."

Atlas's eyes narrowed as he heard those words and understood the hidden message in them. Before he could respond, the sounds of bells reached the throne room.

That sound made Atlas' killing intent grow stronger. Those bells meant that the guest of honor had arrived.