Please! Nine Nether Divine Arrival!

Beyond the ten seats that have already turned into nothingness bubbles.

"What exactly is that vortex?"

Among them were figures from the Golden University, Innate Great Realm, their expressions solemn. Standing there were also top-tier experts at the Innate Realm.

However, most of the figures were blurry, clearly indicating that they did not want to reveal their true identities.

The only ones who dared to reveal their true identities were the four deputy directors of the Investigation Bureau and him, the president of Golden University.

The old, scholarly-looking principal adjusted his decorative glasses, glanced at the blurry figure, and suddenly said:

"Aren't many of these people cult members? Aren't the four of you going to make a move?"

Four pairs of eyes were fixed intently on the old scholar, as if they wanted to devour him alive.

Lin Yusheng's lips twitched. Even a fool would know these were Divine Envoy from various religions, but don't spell it out!

If a fight really breaks out...

He glanced at it.

Um.

There were about ten figures, Innate Great Realm, whose forms were indistinct.

There are four of us on our side.

Although the Federation's policy is to kill cult members on sight,

But these people are not cult members!

Lin Yusheng thought to himself with a sense of righteous indignation.

Another deputy director coughed and said without looking to the side:

"The old headmaster is joking. Where would so many cultists come from under the rule of the Federation? In my Golden Province, under the leadership of the governor and the director, it's even more so."

"These people are certainly not cult members. If they don't want to reveal their identities, why should the old headmaster provoke them?"

The dozen or so malicious glances then regretfully disappeared.

After all, they come from different religious sects and are not of one mind.

Before the Investigation Bureau took the initiative to launch an attack, there was no way they could cooperate in the hunt. Everyone was afraid of being betrayed.

Lin Yusheng rubbed his temples and said in a deep voice:

"The most urgent task is to figure out exactly what these vortexes are all about."

He tentatively sent his divine sense into it, but it was like throwing a mud ox into the sea, without any response. His expression hardened.

The other Innate Great Realm also tried it out, and their expressions all became serious.

A figure with an indistinct face, Innate Great Realm, spoke:

"My thoughts were cut off the moment they entered, but in that brief instant, I sensed a very dangerous aura. Perhaps I need to call upon Celestial Person, or even someone stronger, to investigate?"

They looked at the four deputy directors.

Lin Yusheng shook his head frankly:

"The director is busy with other matters and cannot come. As for the governor? He is preoccupied with suppressing the God of Plague and is even more unable to come."

The dozen or so Primordial Beings from various sects exchanged glances, their eyes gleaming, and they all understood what was going on.

The only Deity Level figure in the province is the governor.

Now that the governor is tied up, Celestial Person is the strongest, Chongyang can confidently compete for them.

"What about the one from the Research Institute?"

Suddenly someone asked:

"That dean, the Old Master, is also a Celestial Person. I heard he's a disciple of the dean of the capital's main hospital?"

The four deputy directors shrugged, and Lin Yusheng shook his head, saying:

"Who dares to inquire about the Old Master's affairs? His whereabouts have always been shrouded in mystery; perhaps he's conducting experiments, or perhaps he's in some lower-level city?"

As he spoke, he subtly stepped back a few paces, shielding the other three deputy directors in front of him.

In order to avoid a real conflict and being hunted by these people, we can retreat immediately.

At the same time.

Large numbers of spaceships have arrived; this represents almost half of the General Administration's forces.

But neither the four deputy directors nor the dozen or so mysterious Innate Great Realm made any move; they were all silently gazing at the vortex.

A strange balance had formed on the scene.

With both the governor and the director-general tied up, the Investigation Bureau and the cultists were able to maintain a brief period of 'peaceful coexistence'—of course,

The four deputy directors would never prejudge those who were cult members.

"Send a spaceship inside to take a look?" someone suggested.

Lin Yusheng pondered for a moment, then nodded. A spaceship slowly disappeared into the vortex, and then—

There was no more sound.

Just like the divine senses they probed into it, the connection was completely severed.

Whether they live or die remains to be seen.

"This is troublesome," the old scholar pushed up his glasses and said to Shen Baobao beside him, "You go back and deal with school matters first."

"I thought it was a stroke of fortuitous opportunity that might help you break through to the Innate Realm, but now it seems that might not be the case."

"Yes, teacher." Shen Baobao bowed, glanced at the figures that were as bright as the sun, and quietly left.

However, they had only been gone a short while, and were about to fly along the flight path to the Waiting Area.

Shen Baobao saw a chaotic mist appear before her eyes, flowing and converging into a familiar figure.

"True Person!"

She was startled and quickly bowed:

What brings you here?

The True Person slowly solidified and slowly opened their eyes.

He scanned the area; this place wasn't inside any bubble, but rather within the [channel] connecting the bubbles.

It appears to be in normal surroundings, but in reality, once it leaves the shipping lanes, it will immediately plunge into an insurmountable river.

The so-called waterway.

It was originally just a passageway that existed because of an insurmountable river, connecting various independent cities.

True Person speaks gently:

"A friend of mine wants to make a deal with you."

Shen Baobao bowed respectfully and asked:

"May I True Person, what were the details of the transaction?"

A peaceful retelling by True Person:

"That fellow seeker wishes to exchange three hundred years of spiritual past for three hundred years of cultivation."

Shen Baobao's expression froze, then she gave a wry smile:

"But True Person, I'm not even a hundred years old yet, where would I get three hundred years of cultivation? That's probably not the case."

The True Person just smiled.

Shen Baobao was taken aback, then suddenly realized:

"I understand, you mean Golden University?"

Zhang Fusheng nodded.

The reason he pulled Shen Baobao into the Above High Heaven was not only because she came from the Ancient Sage Faction of the Confucian Sect,

The most important reason is Golden University.

This means that, to some extent, Shen Baobao possesses an extremely rich 'resource'.

Cultivation includes spiritual cultivation and skill cultivation.

The best university in the entire province.

Shen Baobao hesitated for a moment before carefully speaking:

"I have done a lot of good deeds at Golden University, and they all deserve to repay me—but I need time."

After pausing for a moment, Shen Baobao explained:

"After all, I need to distribute these three hundred years of cultivation among at least three hundred students, and I cannot appear in person."

"How long will it take?" the True Person asked calmly.

"One day."

Shen Baobao provided the answer.

"Good." The True Person nodded, slowly disappearing from the spot, leaving behind a single sentence.

"I will pass that message on to that member."

Shen Baobao saw them off politely, and immediately used her privileges to disregard the restriction of staying in the Waiting Area for three days, rushing back to Golden City without stopping.

"Dongyan."

She immediately sought out Kong Dongyan, beaming with joy.

"How does your senior sister usually treat you?"

Kong Dongyan a chill in his heart and said with some bitterness:

"Of course, your kindness is as heavy as a mountain."

"Very well, it's time for you to repay your kindness."

Shen Baobao's light, airy voice echoed:

"I want you to personally go out and, in your name, find three hundred people. They can be students, or people who owe you favors."

"Then, in your name, purchase at least three hundred years of cultivation time—the price will be paid by me."

"Support for school resources, quotas for intensive training rooms, etc., are all acceptable. After everything is done, you submit the report, and I'll approve it."

Kong Dongyan was initially bewildered. Buy cultivation time?

He suddenly realized.

"You joined the legendary Gaotian Association?"

A meaningful smile appeared on Shen Baobao's face:

"I suppose so. After today, you're officially a member."

Kong Dongyan overjoyed, bowed, and left.

After he left.

Shen Baobao chewed on the three words "Gaotian Association" and shook her head slightly.

No, it's not the Gaotian Association.

She aspires to go even higher— to the Above High Heaven.

Land of Exotic Treasures.

Zhang Fusheng, who had witnessed Shen Baobao and Kong Dongyan's conversation through High Heaven Token, let out a sigh of relief.

Really.

A faint smile appeared on his face. As a dean of Golden University, Shen Baobao, who already possessed vast resources,

It's easy to 'buy and sell' from students.

She bears the risks, and she reaps the benefits.

Only

It's foreseeable that after this door is opened, Shen Baobao will likely use her resources to acquire a vast amount of things within Golden University in the coming days.

It could even form a huge interest group.

It surpasses First Seat Above High Heaven.

Now, what I need to do is...

It's just waiting.

Waiting for enough time to accumulate for cultivation at Shen Baobao's place— the Land of Exotic Treasures has become a brand new small world with a different kind of energy.

In other words.

He can light the last fire here.

"Innate Great Realm."

Zhang Fusheng closed his eyes, and with the bewildered Wei Lingzhu, boarded the Golden Ancient Chariot, which soared into the sky.

He saw a spaceship enter from outside the vortex and casually suppress it on the ground.

Under the gaze of tens of millions of eyes.

Zhang Fusheng sat upright in his golden ancient chariot, with the timid Wei Lingzhu standing beside him. His voice was like a booming bell, echoing in all directions.

"Quiet down."

Tens of millions of people on that vast land.

They actually quieted down.

Even babies and children stopped crying on their own.

They were all from lower-level cities, all from small towns, except for a small group of cultists and the spaceship that was suppressing them.

The strongest person present was merely Martial Arts Master.

To these people, that Golden Great Sun hanging in the dim sky was no different from a god.

Sitting upright on the ancient chariot, Zhang Fusheng looked around. In just a few hours, tens of thousands of people had already died here.

They may have already been fighting, or they may have been patients receiving emergency treatment in the hospital.

The corpses of the dead, without exception, became shriveled— their Essence, Qi, and Spirit had been drained by the Peach Tree of Immortality.

He closed his eyes.

"If I were an evil person, quietly killing these tens of millions of people and turning them into remnants of my divine soul, perhaps that would be the most rational thing to do."

"Tens of millions of broken souls."

Zhang Fusheng banished this terrifying thought; among these people were many women, children, and infants.

For a long time.

Amidst gazes of awe.

He spoke again, his voice booming like a great bell:

"This place is treacherous; once you've entered, there's no way out."

Countless people mutinied, but then, accompanied by a 'quiet' uttered from the Golden Great Sun, they all fell into silence.

The young man, who sat like a god on the 'Great Sun', continued his narration:

"But I believe that everyone wants to live."

"But there is no food here, not even water. If one wants to survive, one might even develop this place into a new settlement."

There is only one way.

His deep voice echoed as his divine sense quietly scanned the area, carefully identifying one cult member after another.

Then.

Kill them all.

Among tens of millions of people, hundreds or thousands of cult members died silently, without causing the slightest ripple.

Apart from Uncle Yu and Aunt Li.

The cultists have been completely eradicated from this Land of Exotic Treasures.

At least, those whom Zhang Fusheng had seen through were all completely dead.

"That method is also very simple."

Zhang Fusheng said calmly:

"In the service of the gods."

The two faint words echoed throughout the Land of Exotic Treasures, suggesting that the Celestial Person, whose whereabouts were unknown, had likely fallen into a deep sleep and had not yet shown himself.

At this moment, everyone was looking at each other in bewilderment.

Offering to God?

What god?

Someone mustered their courage and asked the Golden Great Sun:

"God, can you give me medicine?"

He reached out and lifted up the child, who was running a high fever and had already fallen into a coma.

Above the sun.

The young man closed his eyes, as if asking a question.

Moment.

He began:

"God said, 'Yes.'"

Then, a sweet rain fell from the sky, nourishing the body and spirit.

"Please!"

Zhang Fusheng solemnly declared:

"Please! Divine Arrival!"

The earth began to tremble.