Starting Out As The God of Beasts

In the mortal plane, cultivation was the singular, absolute axis upon which all life revolved.

It was not merely a path to power; it was the ultimate pursuit of longevity—a desperate, unrelenting struggle against the divine clock of mortality.

Regardless of whether an entity was born a human, an elf, or a beastman, the limits of a natural life were unforgiving.

A ordinary mortal who managed to step into the realm of a Martial Warrior expanded their life force to survive for a full two hundred years.

Should they pierce the threshold and achieve the rank of a Martial Master, their mortal husk refined itself, granting them at least five hundred years of life.

Upon ascending to a Martial General, the qualitative transformation of their spiritual conduits unlocked a lifespan exceeding a thousand years.

The vastness of the higher realms was reflected directly in the staggering leaps between these temporal lifespans:

• Martial Lord: Ten thousand years of life.

• Martial Saint: Fifty thousand years of life.

• Martial Emperor: One hundred thousand years of life.

• Martial Demigod: At least one million years of life.

• Martial Sovereign: Ten million years of life.

• Martial Supreme: Eternal life, entirely unburdened by time.

The immense gap in longevity between these realms served as the grandest proof of the absolute gulf in raw power that separated them.

The difference between a Martial General and a Martial Lord was not a gap that could be bridged by numbers, tactics, or desperate bravery; even an army of a hundred Martial Generals working in perfect unison would be instantly annihilated by a single Martial Lord with a wave of their hand.

In the ruthless law of the cultivation world, only cultivators of the same realm could truly contest one another.

Currently, Eurenia stood at the Peak-Enlightened Martial General stage, already standing on the precipice of the grand threshold and walking the intricate path toward becoming a true Martial Lord.

Alisa, on the other hand, was currently an Initial-Enlightened Martial General.

Before their grand expedition across the Jura Eastern Continent had even commenced, Roy had taken deliberate steps to ensure Alisa broke through her lingering bottleneck.

He had burned through a staggering quantity of high-grade divine elixirs and refined medicinal herbs from his personal stash, forcibly elevating her core into the Martial General realm without suffering a single trace of internal backlash.

Despite her recent breakthrough placing her at the Initial-Enlightened stage, Alisa was no ordinary cultivator.

Supported by Roy’s divine nurturing and her refined beast-bloodline, she possessed the terrifying martial foundation to cut down even standard Peak-Enlightened human Martial Generals in a direct duel.

For cultivators occupying the exact same realm, enlightenment was the absolute variable that dictated life and death.

Within the same rank, a cultivator’s stage of enlightenment altered the entire dynamic of battle.

Whenever a martial artist achieved a moment of profound enlightenment during their meditation, their spiritual perception expanded, their connection to natural laws deepened, and their total mana output instantly doubled.

A Middle-Enlightened stage Martial General possessed twice the raw mana output and kinetic force of an Initial-Enlightened Martial General.

The gap multiplied exponentially with every single step forward.

Roy understood this law better than anyone.

He needed his two Duchesses to grow exponentially stronger and faster before the true, continent-shaking stage of his expedition unfolded.

According to the master blueprint in his mind, his immediate objective was simple: he would completely destroy Kaelos City to avenge the fallen beastmen, and then he would march south to utterly crush the Glorious Mythical Sect.

However, before he launched a single destructive strike, comprehensive intelligence was required.

This mortal plane was deeply religious, bound tightly by ancestral beliefs and divine factions.

Most small human sects and martial cities worshipped specific deities to receive divine blessings and protective arrays—much like the religious structures that governed the Domini Kingdom in the northern territories.

If Roy wished to construct a permanent foothold here, he didn’t just need to eliminate his enemies; he needed to spread the holy gospel and faith of the God of Beasts, carving out a devoted pantheon among the surviving beastman tribes.

Navigating through the bustling, stone-paved streets of Yutao City, Roy led Eurenia and Alisa toward a grand, multi-story commercial establishment that functioned as a high-end inn.

Stepping past the carved oak doors, Roy approached the stone reception desk, where he quickly learned that the economy of the human realm functioned on a monetary system vastly different from the wilderness he had departed.

In the vast, harsh wastes of the former Hudeii Desert, beastman tribes traded directly through bartering raw mana cores and elemental ores.

Humans, however, governed their massive cities using standardized metallic currencies: Gold Coins, Silver Coins, and Bronze Coins.

The monetary exchange rate was strictly regulated across the human trading hubs:

• 1,000 Bronze Coins = 1 Silver Coin

• 1,000 Silver Coins = 1 Gold Coin

Fortunately for their group, high-tier monster materials remained a universal currency anywhere under the sun.

Roy casually reached into his inner pocket, producing two water-attribute mana cores harvested from the F-class abominations they had slain in the Jure River.

The innkeeper’s eyes widened slightly as he inspected the purity of the cores, immediately evaluating them at a value of two silver coins each—a small fortune for standard lodging.

Roy paid for four nights of premier lodging, receiving fifty bronze coins in change along with a heavy brass key stamped with their room number.

Ignoring the wary, lingering stares of the human patrons sitting in the ground-floor tavern, Roy led the two beastwomen up the wide wooden staircase, walking down the carpeted hallway until they reached a secure, quiet corner room at the end of the corridor.

CLICK.

Roy unlocked the heavy door and ushered Eurenia and Alisa inside.

The room was spacious, equipped with reinforced stone walls, quiet luxury furnishings, and a wide balcony overlooking the northern skyline of the city.

Roy turned to face his Duchesses, his golden-crimson eyes glinting with calm authority.

He reached out his hand, retrieving four highly dense, pure mana cores harvested from high-tier wild beasts, placing them onto the dark wooden table.

"Stay inside this room and do not step outside under any circumstances," Roy instructed smoothly, his voice leaving no room for hesitation. "You will use these four mana cores to cultivate immediately. Two for Eurenia to push toward the threshold of the Martial Lord realm, and two for Alisa to consolidate her newly ascended Martial General foundation."

Eurenia and Alisa bowed their heads in synchronization, their sharp feline ears twitching as they accepted their tasks.

"Understood, my Lord."

"Good," Roy nodded, stepping back toward the door frame. "I am going out into the city alone for a while. It is time I gather the necessary intelligence regarding Kaelos City, the movements of the Glorious Mythical Sect, and the exact locations of the hidden beastman tribes."

With a final glance, Roy closed the door behind him, locking it from the outside before melting into the shadows of Yutao City.

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