Chapter 470: Brock’s Inner World
“It’s starting!” the audience cheered. Spatial fluctuations suddenly wrapped around Brock, covering his surroundings with a pale golden haze. Hymns and chants resounded. The golden space expanded rapidly, assimilating everything as it stretched for hundreds of miles outward. Soon, it reached a thousand miles across—a golden void filled with chanting brorilla phantoms, with a large golden temple dominating its center.
Brock’s inner world had appeared.
The brorilla himself remained visible, sitting cross-legged on top of the temple. His eyes snapped open, and he shouted, “Expand!”
The golden space roared outward. Hundreds of miles were swallowed in the blink of an eye. His inner realm easily reached two thousand miles across, then three, then four. Thankfully, everyone had already flown away, or they might be at danger of clashing with the realm.
“What the hell?” a cultivator shouted. “Four thousand miles already!?”
“It’s still going!” another replied. “Run!”
They flew away at top speed. It wasn’t that the expanding realm would hurt them if they touched it, but that they might affect his breakthrough—and Elder Boatman wouldn’t let that happen.
The realm kept expanding. Golden hymns overtook the universe, ringing everywhere like divine bells. The brorilla phantoms multiplied—while they kept chanting, they began performing as well. Some fist-bumped each other, others hugged and cried, a few fought. Most laughed. They were exhibiting the ten thousand facets of brohood—the process of Brock’s laws coming alive and perceiving themselves.
Reaching five thousand miles across was the dream of every C-Grade cultivator. It was a tremendously difficult feat which would cement them as extreme geniuses of their generation. Brock just sailed past that threshold, not slowing down in the slightest.