The structure of the Divine Court defied that of normal factions. Status and position were not divided by appointment, but determined solely by individual strength.
As long as one's strength advanced, one's status and treatment would immediately rise with it.
An upperclassman who had needed to humble himself and speak softly just a moment ago might become a deferential subordinate the next.
Likewise, someone who had been throwing his weight around one moment might have to bow and scrape the next after his strength declined.
From the perspective of long-term institutional development, this method of dividing status was highly deformed and could easily cause the Divine Court to collapse from within.
In the short term, however, this system seemed almost magical, gathering people's hearts with astonishing speed.
Under his influence, strength was like a calling card.
With it, even complete strangers who had never met could quickly establish connections.
Through this viral spread, the Divine Court easily seized most of the Dragon Flag Territory and even moved its headquarters there in the process.
They could not wait to enjoy the fruits of victory and establish their prestige by standing atop what had once been the foremost of the Three Great Territories.
But once midnight passed, everything changed after the disaster mission was issued.
Deep underground, in the base a hundred meters beneath Beacon Fire City, Long An Guo looked at the call request floating on the screen and the surveillance footage hovering to the side.
A smile appeared on his long-serious face.
He did not answer immediately, but hung up.
The call came again. He did the same thing and hung up once more.
Only after this had happened three times did he slowly press the answer button.
"Hello? Bi Weiquan, didn't I already tell you? No matter what methods