Chapter 631: Chapter 36 The Gates of Immortality Open
In the laboratory, Richard hung up the communicator.
Before the Daoist legion appeared, he had already sent the Young Master to the werewolf-controlled area to carry out persuasion work. Richard was well aware of the characteristics of such a family; these guys are opportunistic and inherently weak. In such dire war circumstances, hoping for them to fight with a common enemy, and stand firm in battle, is less likely than hoping for Richard to have a soft heart and voluntarily withdraw from this world.
“Are you sure the Immortal Gate will open?”
“He will definitely open it.”
Beside Richard, the Daoist Xuan Qing, dressed in a dark Daoist robe, said calmly.
Xuan Qing had arrived when the Daoist legion was fighting the goblins, but this ti Xuan Qing’s consciousness was gone, replaced by the consciousness of that person behind the scenes.
“He needs the Mortal World as his dicine farm; without a dicine farm, he can’t practice alchemy. Without alchemy, he will beco like those creatures you saw in the Firework Hall.”
“dicine farm?”
Richard raised an eyebrow, “Then he seems to be a rather lazy dicine farr.”
Xuan Qing shook his head: “It’s fortunate that he can awaken, how could he possibly devote energy to such mundane matters.”
“So, who are you really?”
Richard looked at Xuan Qing, sensing that the Daoist was very unusual now. There was a power within him that felt sowhat familiar but he couldn’t recall what it was.
Working with such a guy, Richard always felt like he could be betrayed at any mont.
“Who am I? That’s a good question.” Xuan Qing’s tone suddenly changed, becoming the true tone of Xuan Qing, “I don’t know who I am either.”
Xuan Qing’s tone began to shift, sotis deep, sotis frivolous, as if he were possessed by several ghosts simultaneously.
“In this life, my na is Xuan Qing. In the last life, it was Xuan Hou. And before that, it was Tian Yan… I don’t know who I am, but I know I must kill that Mad Immortal.
This is my mission.”
“… So, you’re not really the person behind the scenes either?”
“You could say that.”
Richard rubbed his forehead, feeling that the affairs of this world were truly troubleso.
“Forget it, let change the question. How much do you know about that Mad Immortal you ntioned? To fight soone like that, I have to understand the enemy sowhat.”
Xuan Qing was silent for a mont, then slowly said, “He is a Heavenly Immortal, in your terms, a Sixth Level being. But after the great disaster, his power has dropped to Fifth Level.
He is usually incoherent, only clear for a few monts each day. When he is mad, even though he doesn’t think, so instinctual reactions still exist.
He can still use Divine Skills, just without any thod… Have you ever seen the celestial demons? Those wandering in the stars, powerful yet irrational beings.”
“You an Star Realm Wanderers? I know them.”
Richard’s brows furrowed slightly. According to Xuan Qing, if that Mad Immortal is akin to the Star Realm Wanderers, then he’s definitely worth the fight.
But he had two concerns at the mont.
First, whether this information is genuinely trustworthy. Second, what to do if the Mad Immortal suddenly becos clear-headed during the battle?
Even if the Mad Immortal regains his wits for just a few seconds, as soone from a civilization, with experience reaching Sixth Level, and power at Fifth Level as World Master, he could seriously injure or even kill him.
“If you’re worried about him waking up, I can say this,” Xuan Qing said, “If we manage to catch his waking mont, there will be no need for us to act.
He will kill himself.”
“Kill himself? Are you crazy?”
Richard was amused by this answer. If waking up ant suicide, wouldn’t the Mad Immortal have killed himself long ago? Why wait until now?
“I’m not crazy, but that’s how I feel. The one who created must know the Mad Immortal well, so they made feel this way.”
Xuan Qing’s matter-of-fact tone left Richard speechless.
“What you’re saying better be true, otherwise no matter who is behind you, they won’t be able to protect you.”
A small world as a bargaining chip is enough to enlist any Truth Wizard to act. In a life-and-death juncture, Richard knew the value of worlds and life. Furthermore, leveraging his relationship with Physique Crown Throne, perhaps only half a world would be needed to persuade.
As long as a Truth Wizard takes action, all the sches in the shadows of this small world will vanish.
In the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies are rely the amusents of the strong.
…
The celebration banquet lasted for three days, during which the goblins who did not participate in the war with the Spirit Soldiers legion made substantial territorial advances in the goblin-controlled area.
If the original goblin-controlled area was like a black spot on a piece of paper, now, this black spot has covered almost half of the paper. And it continues to expand at an astonishing speed.
The na of the White Wolf God is truly useful.
The Young Master’s trip to persuade has beco like the protagonist of a storybook novel. As soon as he shakes his powerful fra, revealing his kingly aura (Bloodline Pressure), those being persuaded surrender swiftly and reverently, becoming proud believers of the White Wolf God.
At the sa ti, the faith of the White Wolf God spreads rapidly among the populace.
A wolfman priest dressed in black robes, under the guidance of goblin priests, is preaching from one village to another. But soon, the wolfman priest realizes that what the goblin priest teaches is hardly applicable.
Because the conditions in this world are far worse than in the goblin world.
Although the goblin world has a harsh environnt and difficult living conditions, education is still widespread at the grassroots level because the two major churches need to absorb talent to explore the way of the Gods.
A typical goblin worker family, even if it tightens its belt, can still afford to support a student.
But this world is different. Under the oppression of noble families, ordinary civilians hardly receive any education. Ignorance, superstition…these negative terms are not to belittle them but rather describe their true state.
So when the wolfman priest reveals his identity and presents the priest token engraved with the White Wolf symbol, all the villagers fearfully kneel.
They do not understand what a priest ans, but they know that the tall figure before them must be soone important.
Under such circumstances, preaching becos incredibly easy.
Because no village would treat the words of a big figure from above as nonsense.
The villagers know that if a big figure said they would kill your entire family, it really ant they would do so.
And as faith progresses, resource extraction is carried out rapidly. Using instrunts, goblins have discovered nurous mineral veins hidden right under the werewolf’s noses.
Massive factories begin to be established, and education for villagers comnces accordingly.
Factories need workers, but obviously, goblin soldiers can’t be workers.
When villagers realize that what the big figure says is true, sincere faith begins to bloom.
The common people know that a great being has descended upon their world, revived the White Wolf God, and brought them food and books.
Under His glory, they no longer need to tribute grain, cloth, and children to the noble families. Grain thrives under His glory, warriors beco amiable under His glory, and noble families vanish like smoke under His glory.
Good tis have arrived.
Floating City, Laboratory.
Richard feels the gradually increasing Power of Gods’ Dinsion within him, feeling sowhat troubled. For others, the increase in dinsional power is undoubtedly good. But for Richard, the growth of the Power of Gods’ Dinsion feels like a death sentence.
He is being watched by two Divine Kings.
The more conspicuous he behaves, the less likely this attention will disappear. If eventually, the Divine Kings discover that he is a creature from another civilization, he dares not imagine what his fate would be.
The Wizard Civilization would never go to war with another civilization because of him. If possible, the Truth Wizards would be very willing to use him to make friends with the Gods Civilization, exchanging so necessary help. Then, after winning the war, use him as an excuse to wage war against the Gods Civilization.
“Ah, forget it, take it step by step.”
Richard shakes his head, refocusing his attention on cultivation. As Life Editing starts up, Richard’s body suddenly becos extrely emaciated. Simultaneously, his body structure undergoes so changes.
After these years of cultivation, Richard’s physique has reached 375 points, rely 25 points away from the 400 points needed for the fifth level of life.
At this level, Richard no longer concentrates solely on increasing physique but instead shifts to enhancing actual combat power.
Humans and goblins, like each other, are not creations of pioneers, so within the human Life Core, there exists a vast amount of unused life information. Through Life Editing, Richard can re-exhibit these hidden pieces of information.
Once he has enough insight into life informatics, he can even independently compile life information to obtain any desired physical characteristics.
Suddenly, a violent spatial fluctuation flashed across Richard’s perception.
Richard was stunned for a mont, then quickly looked towards the direction of the spatial fluctuation—from the west. His gaze was sharp, seemingly piercing through layers of obstructions to see the old Royal Court of Wolf Plain thousands of miles away.
There, a pure white door is slowly opening.
“Finally opened, could have been more efficient,” Richard murmured softly.
It has now been nearly two months since the Daoist army was destroyed, and if Richard hadn’t deliberately restrained himself, the goblin soldiers would have reached Wolf Plain by now.
Surrender spreads.
Once the surrendering noble families reached a certain scale, the remaining ones sent in letters of surrender en masse. Now, in the goblin world, except for a few remote places, only the Seven Immortal Villages surrounding Wolf Plain remain outside goblin control.
Taking one step forward, Richard’s body instantaneously appeared outside the Floating City. Soon, the figure of Daoist Xuan Qing also appeared beside him.
They faced the Immortal Gate from afar, a terrifying yet twisted aura emanated from within, as if…sothing dreadful was about to erge from inside the gate.
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