Apocalypse Gachapon

According to what he knew, after one ascended to the God-level, one’s talents didn’t disappear, but they did weaken to varying degrees.

This created a situation where, among God-level powerhouses of the same level, the difference in strength wasn’t very large.

Though there were still stronger and weaker individuals, the gap between those of the same level had become narrow.

Before reaching the God-level, differences in talent meant vast differences in power.

But once one became a God-level powerhouse, that gap began to shrink.

Not only did the disparity caused by talents diminish, but even the differences between classes became smaller.

Instead, equipment started to play a greater role.

Antares laughed heartily, “Well? Shocked, aren’t you?”

“To transfer your talents into your soul and preserve them completely, ever heard of such a thing?”

“Of course you haven’t. That method was abandoned in the previous age.”

“The result? After pooling the strength of an entire age, they managed to create a few Transcendent God-level experts. But every single one of them turned out to be a weakling.”

Lin Moyu’s heart pounded with excitement, his eyes gleaming, “Antares, teach me!”

Antares shook his massive head in refusal.

Lin Moyu frowned, “Is there some restriction? Some rule?”

Again, Antares shook his head, “No, no. It’s not something that can be taught. Everyone’s talents are different, and the method of sensing them is also different.”

“You can only rely on yourself, and the difficulty is extreme. Very few succeed.”

Moving skills into the soul was already very difficult. Those who could reach God-level were one in ten thousand.

Yet in Antares’s words, that was child’s play, hardly worth mentioning.

To him, God-level was nothing.

Now, regarding moving talents into the soul, even Antares said it is extremely difficult.

In that case, there was no doubt that it was truly hard.

Lin Moyu said gravely, “I understand it’s difficult. But I’ll try my best.”

Antares chuckled, “Just make sure you do it before reaching God-level. You still have one more chance to sense your talents.”

“Don’t you have a Talent Divine Stone? When you undergo your third class awakening, activate it. Follow its guidance. Perhaps it’ll increase your chances by a sliver.”

Lin Moyu’s eyes brightened. It was a slim chance, but still a chance.

Even if it only raised the odds by a fraction, it was infinitely better than nothing.

After all, the difference between 0% and 1% was infinite.

He steadied himself, then saluted Antares, “Thank you.”

Antares snorted, “No need. I was just bored and felt like talking.”

He was acting all haughty and shy at once, which made Lin Moyu quietly chuckle. This guy was actually kind of cute.

Lin Moyu smiled, “I have one more question.”

Antares groaned. “Yeah, yeah, make it quick. I’m going to sleep after this.”

Lin Moyu asked, “When should I use the Skill Divine Stone?”

Antares grunted. “That thing? It’s useless to you.”

“Huh?” Lin Moyu blinked in confusion.

Back then, Shiling had told him to catch the flying Skill Divine Stone.

In Shiling’s eyes, Skill Divine Stones were clearly precious, at least far more precious than Talent Divine Stones.

Antares spoke seriously, “If you were following the ordinary path, advancing through formations like everyone else, then yes, the Skill Divine Stone would enhance your skills.”

“But you’re walking a different path. You’re transferring your skills into your soul. The strength of your skills will depend on the strength of your soul.”

“External items like the Skill Divine Stone will only hinder you, not help you.”

Lin Moyu trusted Antares. He put the Skill Divine Stone away.

It might be useless to him, but to others, it remained a priceless treasure.

“Thank you. I understand.”

Antares let out a low hum, closing his eyes, “Good. I’m going to sleep now. Don’t disturb me.”

Lin Moyu chuckled, “Sweet dreams.”

A moment later, Antares’s breathing deepened, rumbling like distant thunder.

Antares had spoken more to Lin Moyu today than in the past 1,000 years combined.

Though he didn’t say it outright, he had already accepted Lin Moyu as a friend.

Lin Moyu understood this point. He sat quietly beside the slumbering Antares and began to follow his instructions, searching for his skill space.

As for safety… there was no safer place in the world.

Not even the Demon Emperor or the Dragon Emperor would dare cause trouble before Antares.

Lin Moyu wasn’t unfamiliar with the concept of skill space.

Every class user possessed one, but only those who reached level 80 and became the peak-level class users could normally perceive it.

Some top-level class users who hadn’t reached level 80 managed to sense it too, their souls stronger and their potential greater.

For Lin Moyu, he had sensed his skill space as early as level 50.

By level 60, he had even entered it, clearly perceiving the skill light points that represented his skills.

But those times, he had relied on Skill Scrolls, not his own strength.

Now, with his soul vastly stronger and his perception sharper than ever, Lin Moyu was determined to find his skill space without any external aid.

The skill space was both real and illusory. Finding it would not be easy.

Soul force coursed through his body like flowing water.

Lin Moyu recalled the moment when the Skill Scrolls had activated: starlight entering his body, gathering in the skill space, awakening a skill light point.

Through Antares, he had learned that the starlight from those scrolls was actually a form of law force, akin in essence to soul force.

That meant he should be able to find his skill space through his soul force alone.

Antares had unintentionally mentioned an age when people relied solely on themselves.

Despite no using formations and skill scrolls, they were still able to awaken skills.

Lin Moyu let his soul force flow like a quiet stream, seeping into every corner of his being, searching for the illusory skill space.

But without guidance, it was far harder than he had imagined.

He remained motionless for ten days.

During that time, his soul force continued to surge and flow. Yet he found nothing.

Still, he did not waver. Ten days were nothing. He would not give up unless the skill space truly did not exist. And he knew it did, as he had entered it before.

So, surrender was not an option.

His soul force kept flowing, spreading through every fiber of his being.

Lin Moyu tirelessly persisted in his search.

Another ten days passed.

Antares briefly opened his eyes, gazing at Lin Moyu.

Seeing that Lin Moyu had not given up, a flicker of satisfaction crossed his ancient eyes.

To Antares, a few dozen days meant nothing. A nap for him could last years, or even decades.

But for a human, especially one as young as Lin Moyu, sitting still for ten or twenty days was already considered a considerable amount.

Another ten days slipped by. Lin Moyu had now been sitting for a full month.

The difficulty of locating the skill space far exceeded Lin Moyu’s expectations.

Without the aid of law force, the task was truly arduous.

Yet for an entire month, Lin Moyu searched without rest, never once giving up.

Antares had opened his eyes several times during that period, each time with a deeper look of satisfaction.

“Almost there, almost there!”

Antares could sense the shift in Lin Moyu’s aura, and his soul force was changing along with it.

At times, it flowed gently like a stream; at others, it surged like a roaring river.

Lin Moyu had clearly grasped something, continuously adjusting the frequency of his soul force.

After twenty days of fruitless searching, a sudden insight struck him: the skill space might be constantly changing.

Otherwise, it was impossible that he had found nothing despite exploring every corner of his being.

There was only one explanation: the location of the skill space was not fixed.

Moreover, he realized that different intensity of soul force might be required to detect it.

It was like tuning a radio from his previous life. Only by finding the right frequency could one receive the signal.

When Lin Moyu began altering his soul force, Antares had opened his eyes once more.

Had Lin Moyu seen the expression on that face, he would have known his guess was correct.

Five more days passed as he continued to tune his soul force.

Then, after thirty-five days of meditation, a strange fluctuation suddenly rippled through his body.

Lin Moyu shuddered, his brows twitching.

He had found the skill space.