Secret Plotting

Meanwhile, on Li Qi's side...

Li Qi has already set off, taking Shen Shuibi and Bai Di with him, to meet his fellow disciples as instructed in the invitation.

On the bus.

There are no airplanes in the Earth Oil Realm.

"Young master, I still don't understand why we let her go?" Bai Di pondered deeply but still couldn't figure out what the young master was thinking.

So he simply asked the question.

Li Qi sat to one side and casually replied, "It's very simple. They're just stirring up trouble. This organization must have Child of Destiny. They are the last rebels against the Heavenly Dao of this world and the local bullies."

"If I go to meet him alone, it might seem like I'm using my power to force him to come, but what if he doesn't come? Right? And thinking about it more deeply, what if he's ruthless and sets a trap for us on the way, intending to kill me? What then?"

Li Qi said this, and then he sat up straight. "So, introducing a third party at this time will allow someone to suddenly jump out and help us when I am at a disadvantage."

"Huh? Are you so sure?" Bai Di said in disbelief.

Although it makes sense logically, how can we be sure that the other party will definitely come?

Li Qi, on the other hand, looked relaxed. "It's just a backup plan. We don't expect them to come. It would be best if they did, but it doesn't matter if they don't." Li Qi replied with a smile, "In the end, this struggle is just a game between me and that young master. So what if someone loses? Can he kill me? Both sides have played their cards, and the outcome depends on luck."

Hearing this, Bai Di felt relieved.

Really.

The purpose of his trip had already been achieved; he had even gained a fairly good understanding of the Daoist principles of this other world.

The rest is simply a matter of who wins more rewards. The Heavenly Dao Rewards or the different Dao Auras after the world's quality drops will be extra prizes in this game.

For these young masters, an eighth-rank extraterrestrial world is nothing more than this.

Seeing Li Qi's relaxed demeanor, Bai Di couldn't help but admire him.

However, Shen Shuibi looked at Li Qi with a somewhat subtle expression.

It was as if something had changed about Li Qi.

But she shook her head and ultimately didn't say anything.

Late at night.

The moon hangs high in the sky, and the stars shine brightly.

In the desert, only the endless sky can offer some solace.

On the edge of this endless desert, there is a small base.

Surprisingly, the environment and atmosphere here were very... peaceful?

Despite being called a rebel base, the place is filled with strong and capable armed personnel, but they all exude a certain special aura. For example, most of them are silent, and when they do talk, it is in hushed tones. Most of them are reading.

The books mostly lacked covers, suggesting they were homemade.

But it's clear that they have a very good relationship.

After all, feelings can seep into even the strongest person's heart silently through the smallest cracks.

Ironically, the human heart is always a flawed product.

The return of the lioness Shar broke this tranquility.

Many people from the base came to greet them.

She and Lu Li received a warm welcome from everyone. Those who had escaped earlier rushed over to inquire about their safety.

"Captain! Are you alright?!" Her teammates asked her anxiously.

"Don't worry, it's alright." Feeling their concern, Shar smiled and reassured them.

"Are you really alright, Captain? You are..." The teammates seemed very uneasy.

"I told you I'm fine. Do I look injured? Okay, ask Lu Li if you have any questions. I have to go report to my superiors." Shar said to her teammates around her, then handed them over to Lu Li.

Lu Li scratched his head, considering what he couldn't say, but he still tried his best to prepare what he could say in his mind to meet the questions that followed.

Shar left the crowd, nodded to the onlookers from the other teams, and headed straight for room Number Three.

In this organization, the highest-ranking leaders are all addressed by code names.

There are six of them, who call themselves 'Number One' to 'Number Six'.

According to Number One, this is a requirement of some kind of ritual. If they die in the future, their successors must also keep this code name, otherwise the organization's existence will have no meaning.

No one knew why, but Number One had a high reputation, and everyone accepted this explanation.

Of these six leaders, Number Three is in charge of intelligence.

Shar had to report the intelligence to him.

She walked to room Number Three and knocked on the door.

In this base, everyone's rooms are similar; no one is more noble than another. Everyone has different roles based on their abilities, and their treatment is roughly the same.

"Please come in," a voice came from inside.

Shar pushed open the door and saw Number Three organizing documents.

Intelligence work always involves a lot of documentation.

Shar went in and said to Number Three, "I'm here to report on many things that happened to me, including the 'young master' we encountered."

Number Three was a very ordinary man, about fifty years old. He didn't wear a mask or do anything mysterious. This was just his code name; otherwise, he was perfectly normal.

Even everyone knows his real name is John.

Just like I said before, apart from the strange rules set by Number One, everyone here is actually pretty much the same, very equal, and all gathered together for the same purpose.

And this goal is to get rid of the 'High Immortal' status.

The High Immortal are the poisonous insects that gradually lead this world toward destruction.

"Regarding the 'young master' that Number One mentioned? Number One said that if it's this, you should talk to him directly." Number Three looked up and said to Shar.

"Is that so? Then I'll go to his place first." Shar said goodbye.

"Hmm." Number Three nodded and continued to bury himself in his work.

Shar changed her destination again and came to room Number One.

However, the door here was actually open.

She frowned, knocked, but found no one answered.

After waiting for a while, no one spoke.

She simply pushed the door open and went in.

As soon as she stepped into the room, the scene before her eyes suddenly changed.

Then, they saw Number One, suspended in mid-air.

It wasn't a room, but a strange space suspended in the night sky. The night sky in all directions was so clear that it was like a dream. The Milky Way rose from the southeast, and tens of thousands of bright spots gathered and scattered in the air, like fluorescent light shining into the dark night crystal.

Looking at the quiet sky that appeared in the room, the stars seemed to have shapes and distances.

For mortals, the starry sky has never seemed so distant yet so within reach. It all seems like a dream, yet we have witnessed it with our own eyes.

Looking around, the starry sky that appeared out of nowhere was extremely dazzling. The Milky Way in the sky seemed to be about to fall, shining like a gem eye that pities the world.

Number One, that familiar little girl, is floating in the star map, her expression pained and her body covered in sweat.

She looked like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, high school age, and her clothes were ordinary, but now she stood among the stars, feeling pain all over her body.

His veins bulged, his bones trembled, his muscles spasmed, he was sweating profusely, and his expression was ferocious, as if he were being tortured by some kind of irresistible cruelty.

Seeing this, Shar sighed.

Number One is doing this kind of thing again.

However, there's no other way; it has to be this way.

According to her own account, she is communicating with the 'outside realm' to exchange ideas with those worlds that are not under the control of the High Immortal.

It sounds very mysterious.

But Shar knew it was true.

Because, his own modification surgery, the so-called 'Type-A Modified Human manufacturing standard', was obtained through this method.

The modification process was very painful.

But it truly gave her power that surpassed that of ordinary 'High Immortal'.

But... I never expected that the High Immortal would have such a high-ranking figure as 'Young Master'.

Shar sat down in the starry sky, waiting for Number One to complete her communication.

Typically, such communication will end within one to two hours, not too long.

Because Number One's body couldn't hold on.

Such communication is extremely painful and torturous; each use is torture and can even shorten one's lifespan.

Sitting on the ground, Shar began to think about her own affairs.

Judging from this encounter, a powerful individual like the High Immortal.

So... is it possible that they are beings even stronger than the young master?

I can't imagine. Young Master's abilities are already enough to destroy streets, right? Someone even stronger than Young Master, could they simply overturn the entire city?

Such a gap... what are we even trying to achieve...?

Ultimately, we still have to rely on Number One.

Shar looked up at the girl, who looked to be about ten years old.

This little girl, who grew up in an orphanage, established an organization at the age of twelve and gradually expanded it to this extent.

She is the true Child of Destiny.

Although she is very young, everyone admires her.

Shar felt that if what the young master said was true, then without a doubt, the Child of Destiny of this world must be Number One.

However, Number One never says her real name; she only says that she is called Number One, and that it is part of the ritual.

I don't know what kind of ceremony it was.

While pondering these thoughts and carefully considering the young master's words, time passed quickly.

Before long, the stars around us went out one by one.

Number One, which had been floating in mid-air, gradually fell to the ground.

"Huff... Hah." She was covered in sweat, her eyes were bloodshot, and her teeth were almost crushed. The intense pain had turned her face pale and bluish-white, making her look terrifying.

It's like the face of a pregnant woman experiencing a difficult labor, the massive bleeding, and the terrible ordeal caused by the intense pain all acting on her body at the same time.

She silently endured the ordeal for several hours while in the air.

"Sister Shar, you're back... What's going on over there? I heard the people who came back say that you met 'Young Master'?" Number One stood up, and the room returned to normal.

She walked to the side, picked up a towel, wiped her sweat, took a few deep breaths, and looked much better.

After she wiped her sweat, Shar replied, "I wrote down everything that happened after we got there. I was going to give it to Number Three, but Number Three said I should just give it to you."

As she spoke, she handed over the information she had recorded.

"Okay, let me see." Number One took the intelligence and read it carefully.

The more she read, the more serious her expression became.

She said, "Sister Shar, you shouldn't be lying, which means that what's recorded above is true. Those young masters really do have the ability to destroy us directly... Apart from me, no one else should be able to withstand them."

Shar nodded. "That's right. I once fought a young master head-on. He didn't use any of those abilities to manipulate matter. He defeated me with just his physical body, and I didn't even have the slightest ability to resist."

She recalled her fight with Li Qi, who even had a long sword still in its sheath, and he knocked her to the ground with just his fists.

But that young master was very short, and his muscles were just average. How could such a slender and weak body unleash such terrifying power?

Number One sighed and said, "I have been searching for the origins of the High Immortal in the outer realms and have asked in many worlds, but it seems that none of them have ever had an 'High Immortal'."

"However, it doesn't matter. No matter what, we must drive the High Immortal away. This time, having two young masters fighting each other is a good thing for us."

Shar listened quietly to what Number One had to say.

"Sister Shar, get ready! Since you say the two young masters are going to meet, we can't let this opportunity slip by. I think that two young masters fighting each other is the best chance to get rid of the High Immortal!"

"Whatever you want to do, I support you, but you have to tell me how you want to do it," Shar replied.

"I have a secret weapon, which is the code name of our names. This is something I have been accumulating for a long time. I am prepared to use up the last bit of the world's resources to change the coordinates of our world."

"After changing our coordinates, our relationship with the High Immortal will be severed. Only by doing this can this world truly gain freedom, and the High Immortal will never be able to find us again!"

"You have a plan? Then why are you only doing it now?" Shar asked, puzzled.

"Our foundation has always been lacking. My original plan was to accumulate it for another ten years, and maybe then we would succeed. Unfortunately, it's too late now. Those two young masters are preparing to take away the last bit of our world's foundation."

"Once they succeed, we'll never have another chance," Number One said through gritted teeth.

"But you say our savings aren't enough. Wait, is this why we've been assigned to attack oil extraction plants all these years?" Shar suddenly realized something.

Is this so-called accumulation just oil from the ground?

"Yes, our reserves are far from enough, but I think that if we add the resources of the two young masters, it should be enough to start the ceremony! This is our last chance!"

"This ritual is called 'Severing Heaven and Earth'!"

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