Lord of the Truth

Chapter 829: Restrictions



Chapter 829: Restrictions



Eastern Region--City of Hope

*Rumble* *Rumble*

*Fall* *Fall*

On their knees and faces, everyone fell into scene similar to what was happening in the South.

"What's happening? Whose power is this? What the hell is going on?!" At the top of the Senate Tower, the Marshal stood terrified

Jabba also opened his eyes wide when he felt that tremor that struck his soul and looked north quickly, "Is this Hoffenheim?! ... It seems that His Excellency has cooked up something new in secret, and what a smell!" He then smiled and nodded, and looked back, "Hey, Marshal Lacrosse, it seems that your companions will face a great test today."

"His Excellency? Do you mean this has something to do with the Third Truth Chosen? What are you laughing at, you idiot local? This soul force oura..." Marshal Lacrosse took a few quick steps towards the balcony to stand next to Jabba, "I felt a similar aura before in one of the battles I participated in in the Middle Planetary Belt, it was one of the Overlord's generals! This power... It's not something that should exist in the Young Planetary Belt!!"

Jabba kept his eyes on the Marshal and asked seriously, "What do you mean it's not supposed to exist in the Young Planetary Belt? How powerful is that general?" His curiosity flared up whenever anything related to the Middle Planetary Belt was mentioned.

"You really are a local who doesn't know anything," the Marshal looked at Jabba with contempt, "The person I'm talking about is the Seventh General under the Overlord, General Agatar, an expert in the World Cataclysm Realm!"

"World Cataclysm? Is this the realm above the Martial Emperor Realm?!" Jabba opened his eyes wider and rested his chin on his hand, "...Is it possible that His Excellency was able to break through to the World Cataclysm Realm? When did he break through to the Martial Emperor Realm in the first place?! If that's true..."

"This is impossible, absolutely impossible! Do you think the World Cataclysm Realm experts are carrots and cappages?!" The Marshal slammed his hand on the balcony, "...It really is impossible that he has this kind of power, But he is playing a dangerous game, no doubt. I have to go and participate in whatever is happening, or I will not be able to answer His Majesty's questions when we return!"

"Take it easy!" Jabba reached out and grabbed his wrist tightly, "If it is just a game as you say, then your three colleagues will handle it, and if it is real, then your going will not help at all. Stay by my side here and let us analyze the situation together and find solutions."

"What do you mean *if it is real*? Don't you understand, there is no way that anyone on this planet is an expert in the World Cataclysm Realm!!" The Marshal shook Jabba's hand away, but he did not rush to leave. He was clearly convinced by his words and decided to stay.

"Why are you so sure?" Jabba raised an eyebrow, then looked to the north for a long time, "His Excellency is a user of the Master Law of Truth after all, he is a great man, and I do not rule anything out when it comes to him."

"You don't understand, you stupid local, there are too many restrictions on the planetary belts, and among the restrictions on the Young Belt is that no one at the World Cataclysm Realm is allowed to appear. This is because the heavenly laws here are too fragile and an expert at the World Cataclysm Realm can easily affect the entire planet, even destroy it with ease!"

"Forbidden? You mean that those in the World Cataclysm Realm of the Middle Planetary Belt cannot enter the Young Belt?" Jabba raised his eyebrows slightly, "Then what would happen if one of us broke into the World Cataclysm Realm?!"

"How stupid are you? Of course, that's not what I'm talking about, no one from the Middle Planetary Belt is allowed to drop back to the Young Planetary Belt no matter how strong they are, what I mean here is the restrictions imposed on the sons of the Young Planetary Belt themselves." The Marshal shook his head, "If there was one person in the entire Young Planetary Belt who deserved to be in the World Cataclysm Realm, it would be His Majesty Pythor who reached the peak of the Martial Emperor Realm thousands of years ago, but he can't."

"There are such restrictions? His Excellency didn't tell me about them before, maybe he himself doesn't know about them..." Jabba looked north for a long time.

"Hmph, how would a narrow-minded local like him know about such a thing? All the planets in the Young Belt have shackles that restrict the strength of the laws to the fourth stage, which makes them extremely fragile. Look at what's happening around you, just the appearance of that aura made the entire planet tremble and sent all the mortals to the dreamland. Something like this is impossible to happen in the middle planetary belt!" Jabba tapped his chin a few times, "Restrictions imposed on the planets of the Young planetary Belt so that all the laws are up to the fourth stage at most? ...So what if someone went to the middle planetary belt where the laws are stronger and broke through to the world Cataclysm there and then returned to his planet?"

"What do you think the restrictions on planets are!? Every intelligent being born in the Young Planetary Belt has invisible restrictions placed on their soul realm, making the fourth stage of the heavenly laws their ultimate limit, so they cannot comprehend anything above, and also making it extremely difficult to gather soul force, and another restriction to make the soul force cannot exceed a certain limit. There are also other restrictions on the energy gathering center, which makes the process of destroying the foundation dozens of times more difficult compared to someone born in the middle planetary belt, so even if His Majesty Pythor went to a planet in the middle planetary realm, he would not be able to break through, this is our

destiny!"

'The foundations have become unstable in the Martial Emperor Realm due to the large size gap between the foundations of a Martial Emperor and those below it, most likely the realm above the Martial Emperor will see a major change.' Jabba remembered His Excellency's words when he heard about the foundation being destroyed so he didn't seem too surprised at this point, however...

Jabba sent him a side glance, "Restrictions on the Soul Domain and other restrictions on the Energy Gathering Center? But from your description, it seems that the restrictions only make it difficult but not impossible, hasn't anyone done that before?"

"Doesn't make it impossible? How many people do you think are in the World Cataclysm Realm in the entire Middle Planetary Belt? Even there they are generals working for the Overlords aka false gods, or owners of their own small planets, they are the true power units in the Middle Planetary Belt, are you saying that a person from the Young Planetary Belt who has all these restrictions can break through to that realm? Wouldn't it be when he slapped all the people of the Middle Planetary Belt in the face?" The Marshal looked at Jabba like he was looking at a clown

But that look quickly disappeared and he looked in front of him, narrowing his eyebrows, "...There is a legend about one person who was able to do it, but it is most likely just rumors that he started to make himself famous and enhance his position, although rumors fly everywhere, no one really believes them."

"Really? And what happened to him? Did he manage to return to his home planet and move into the Young Zone freely? If he did, he must have become a hegemon!" Jabba asked quickly. "This is just a legend that has no connection to reality!" The Marshal refused to believe those rumors and shouted at Jabba, then replied in a low voice, "...Anyway, according to the legend, that person's home planet was immediately promoted to the Middle Planetary Belt, and because the people of the planet were still weak and not prepared for the fierce competition there, they faced a major disaster and were all wiped out."


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