Gou in the world of comprehension

Chapter 1649 Give him a chance to advance to the Upper Realm in the future.
In the Yuanmang constellation, within a sect's retreat in a super plane of the Great World, dozens of human cultivators at the late stage of the Integration Realm gathered together.

The immense spiritual energy surrounding them almost made the tranquil retreat swell.

Those present today are all top-tier cultivators with the most seniority and deepest foundations among the several super planes of the Yuanmang Constellation Great World.

Since the outbreak of the great war against the demon invasion, they have gathered here, spending most of their time day and night studying the course of the war, their brows always bearing an unyielding melancholy.

In this great war, the demon race took the initiative and launched a surprise attack on dozens of human planes.

Moreover, the vast majority of the raids were successful, yielding substantial gains.

In contrast, the human race has been in a predicament of being on the defensive and caught between a rock and a hard place since the start of the war.

Therefore, for more than a month, an extremely dull and oppressive atmosphere permeated this retreat, making it almost impossible for people to breathe.

These dozens of top figures from various sects across the world have devoted themselves wholeheartedly to this great battle.

Despite the fact that all sects in the human realm had already mobilized their entire forces and done everything in their power to resist the demons.

However, the initiative had been lost, and the situation on the battlefield showed no signs of improvement, but rather seemed to be deteriorating day by day.

The retreat was eerily quiet today, with a deathly silence enveloping the entire space.

Dozens of top-tier human leaders all wore solemn expressions and furrowed brows.

Their fingertips unconsciously moved in a series of hand seals, yet none of them were willing to speak and break the suffocating silence.

Throughout the entire Yuanmang constellation, the power of discourse has always been firmly held by several super planes of the greater world.

Only these old guys who have lived for thousands of years have the right to communicate directly with the upper realm.

Only they have the opportunity to break through their current level and reach a higher level.

Even some higher realms are not worth mentioning in their eyes. Although they usually disdain to have much contact with them, they will still give them some face.

At least those top-tier cultivators in higher realms still have a slight chance of advancing further.

As for intermediate realms like the Jiaochen Realm, most cultivators within it can only remain at the late stage of the Integration Realm throughout their lives, with no further chance of advancement, and are simply not worthy of their attention.

However, privileges and responsibilities often go hand in hand. These super planes of the Great World enjoy many unique advantages, and naturally they must also shoulder the heavy responsibility of protecting the entire human realm.

With the outbreak of this war between humans and demons, the powerful figures of the upper realm of the Yuanmang constellation entrusted the leadership of the war in the lower realm entirely to these old guys.

In fact, these old guys were not entirely unprepared. In the hundred years leading up to the war, the numerous large-scale Dao gatherings organized by various realms were their secret pre-war mobilization efforts.

The sects in all realms of the Yuanmang constellation have also made corresponding preparations for war in accordance with the order.

Unfortunately, the demons were far better prepared than the humans, and they seized the initiative, launching a surprise attack and taking control of the battlefield.

Ultimately, it's because the human race and the Daoist sect in the Yuanmang constellation have been at peace for too long, so long that they've long forgotten the cruelty of war.

In contrast, the demon race is constantly at war with its various factions, never having a moment of peace.

Demon cultivators are born with a natural foundation for cultivation.

Their lives were spent either fighting or on their way to fighting; their very bones were etched with a warlike gene.

More importantly, the demon race has a strict hierarchy with clear distinctions between superiors and inferiors. As long as a high-ranking demon gives an order, the lower-ranking demon cultivators will submit obediently and dare not disobey.

Compared to the cumbersome war preparation process of the human race's Taoist sects, the demon race's war preparations, though crude, were characterized by their extremely fast speed and astonishing efficiency.

Most importantly, the demons were absolutely determined to wage war, requiring no ideological mobilization whatsoever.

In the eyes of the various demon races, attacking the human race's Daoist sect was merely a change of war opponent; there was no need to hesitate, they could simply rush in and fight.

The various demon races don't even need to allocate special logistical supplies for their war preparations; their cultivators bring their own resources and can directly rush to the war zone to participate in the battle.

However, the war preparations of the human race's Daoist sects were extremely complex and involved a wide range of people.

In the hundred years leading up to the great war, almost all human realms within the Yuanmang constellation were fully engaged in preparing logistical supplies, expending a great deal of manpower, material resources, and financial resources.

Besides, the big shots in those super planes of the Great World are usually high above and pampered, and know nothing about the actual situation of the human races in other realms.

Even after the demons launched their surprise attack, these old guys were still completely clueless and at a loss about the battlefield situation in each plane.

If you can't even figure out the true situation of your own defenses, how can you fight this battle?

The human planes in the Yuanmang Realm that were suddenly attacked could only fight on their own, and could barely hold on against the well-prepared demons.

Since the outbreak of war, the human Daoist sect in the upper realm of the Yuanmang constellation has issued several decrees, ordering several super planes in the Great World to organize a counterattack as soon as possible and reverse the passive situation.

These days, these old guys have been so worried that their hair has turned a few more gray, but they still can't come up with a way to break the deadlock.

They could only urgently send people to the battlefields in various regions to investigate the situation, but the long journey would take time.

Even when explorers from the Great World arrived at the battlefield, they were still at a loss and helpless in the face of the already devastated situation.

Ultimately, it's because the cultivators of the Yuanmang constellation have been living in peace for too long.

The last time the entire Yuanmang constellation experienced a large-scale war was tens of thousands of years ago.

Now, caught off guard by the demons' sudden attack, everyone from top to bottom was thrown into a panic and unable to react.

Just then, news of Xuan Guangtian's complete victory over the demon race in the Jiaochen Realm struck the abode like a thunderbolt.

The previously lifeless crowd suddenly perked up, their faces showing a long-lost look of excitement, and the oppressive atmosphere that had been building up for days dissipated somewhat.

But after the initial excitement wore off, everyone was left feeling lost and confused.

This Jiaochen Realm was merely an obscure, mid-level realm, a place they had never paid attention to, or even cared about.

Even though Xuan Guangtian transmitted real-time images of the battlefield, clearly showing the situation, it was still of no use to them.

This is because these old guys from the Great World have never had any dealings with the cultivators of the Jiaochen Realm.

They had never heard of Su Fan, who had made outstanding contributions and led this complete victory.

Finally, an elderly man with white hair, a withered face, but sharp eyes, who was sitting at the head of the table, slowly raised his head and looked over everyone present.

"Can't anyone talk about that great victory in the Jiaochen Realm...?"

Upon hearing this, everyone in the retreat room wore wry smiles, their expressions filled with embarrassment and helplessness.

One person spoke first, his tone tinged with self-deprecation.

“Senior Brother Wunian… what do you want us to say? Our Yuanmang Constellation has produced such a person who can turn the tide of battle, and none of you here have even heard of his name…” Another person immediately chimed in, his tone tinged with disdain.

"That kid's methods are unpredictable and bizarre; he's clearly an evil cultivator. These evil cultivators are always good at hiding their identities and strength, so it's normal that we don't know..."

"Don't talk nonsense..." someone immediately retorted.

"He's not an evil cultivator, but a legitimate demonic cultivator..."

"What legitimate demonic cultivators? I think they're just evil cultivators temporarily recruited by some small sect, only wearing the cloak of demonic cultivation..." another person spoke up, his tone certain.

Just as everyone was arguing, an old man with a straightforward personality and a full beard suddenly slammed his hand heavily on the table.

"What's the point of arguing about this? Regardless of whether he's an evil cultivator or a demonic cultivator, who among you can withstand his methods..."

These words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing the argument and plunging the study into a deathly silence once more.

Everyone in the room knew perfectly well that Xuan Guangtian had achieved a complete victory in the Jiao Chen Realm.

To put it bluntly, it was all thanks to Su Fan.

They knew in their hearts that the kid was an absolute prodigy, one in a million.

Even in the super planes of the Great World, which gather countless geniuses with extraordinary talents, there is no one as heaven-defying as him.

For a long time, cultivators in the Great World have looked down on cultivators from other realms and have long been accustomed to their own sense of superiority.

Now, from a mid-level realm they looked down upon, such an overwhelmingly powerful prodigy has suddenly appeared. They find it hard to accept, and even subconsciously want to avoid Su Fan's existence.

Seeing everyone fall silent once again, the straightforward, bearded old man curled up a cold smile and added insult to injury.

"That kid alone can sway the course of a battlefield. The most urgent task now is to recruit him immediately and put him to use for our human race. Are we really going to wait until the flames of war spread to the Great World and we are desperate before we have to beg him to come over..."

At this moment, the Venerable Wunian, who was sitting at the head of the table, slowly revealed a smile on his face and spoke to comfort him.

“Junior Brother Ziyang…please calm down. We’ve gathered here today precisely to discuss this matter…”

At this point, his tone turned serious, and his gaze shifted to an elderly man in a blue robe opposite him.

"Junior Brother Shangyuan... have the people we sent to the Jiaochen Realm arrived yet...?"

The old man in the green robe quickly stood up, cupped his hands, and replied, "Reporting to Senior Brother, as soon as the news of Xuan Guangtian's complete victory arrived, we immediately dispatched people to the Jiao Chen Realm. Judging by the time, they should have arrived by now..."

A man standing next to the old man in the blue robe quickly added, "We have already made contact with the major sects in the Jiaochen Realm. However, it is ultimately a mid-level realm, and we still know very little about its specific situation..."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "According to news from the Jiaochen Realm, Su Fan seems to have used a blood-stained secret technique to win this time, overdrawing his cultivation foundation. He is currently in seclusion somewhere to heal his injuries and cannot be contacted for the time being..."

Upon hearing this, the people inside the room reacted with varying expressions, their hearts filled with a mixture of joy and worry.

The good news is that Su Fan is not invincible in the lower realm after all. It seems that his victory this time was due to his secret technique to forcibly enhance his strength, rather than his inherently terrifying foundation.

After all, in their view, those unorthodox and heretical practitioners have always resorted to any means necessary.

In order to improve their strength, they even went so far as to overdraw their cultivation foundation and pay such a heavy price, which is not surprising.

The worry is that if Su Fan really overdraws his cultivation foundation, he will definitely not be able to recover in a short time, and he will not be able to be recruited.

Going forward, the various battlefields for the human race remain fraught with danger, and it seems that relying on him to support other battlefields is completely unrealistic.

The God of No Thoughts, seated at the head of the table, slowly closed his eyes and fell into deep thought, his aura also becoming calm and composed.

A moment later, he opened his eyes, his gaze clear and resolute.

"Then so be it. In the name of the five super planes of our Great World, let us jointly issue a decree to all regions of the Yuanmang Constellation, commending all the cultivators of Xuan Guangtian who participated in the battle and rewarding them for their meritorious service in turning the tide..."

At this point, his gaze shifted and landed precisely on an elderly man in a brocade robe with a gentle face opposite him, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Junior Brother Shuda, take stock of all the rewards bestowed upon us by the Upper Realm over the years and send them all to Xuan Guangtian for distribution. In particular, Su Fan deserves a generous reward; he must not be neglected..."

"I will obey my senior brother's decree!" The old man in the brocade robe did not dare to hesitate in the slightest. He quickly stood up, cupped his hands, and bowed in response, his expression extremely respectful.

The God of No Thoughts nodded slightly, a faint smile appearing on his face. Then his tone became serious again, his gaze sweeping across the entire room, each word resounding.

"Now that the great war of the Yuanmang constellation is in full swing and the demon race is powerful, we human cultivators must unite even more sincerely."

Regardless of north or south, or social origin, all human cultivators have the responsibility to resist the invasion of the demon race…

"I will obey my senior brother's decree..."

Upon hearing Wu Nian Shen Zun's words, the dozens of top-level cultivators seated inside the room all stood up, clasped their hands in a fist salute, and bowed respectfully.

Their voices were loud and firm, echoing throughout the entire retreat. The previous dullness and embarrassment had been replaced by a surge of high morale.

The God of No Thoughts nodded slowly, his gaze gradually shifting to the honest, bearded old man, his face full of satisfaction.

"Junior Brother Ziyang, I'd like to trouble you to personally make a trip to Xuan Guangtian and meet with Su Fan in person. You can name your terms without hesitation. Even giving him a chance to advance to the Upper Realm in the future wouldn't be out of the question..."

Upon hearing this, the group of old men in the room immediately erupted in chaos, their faces filled with disbelief and shock, their respect instantly replaced by astonishment.

It's important to understand that even in the several super planes of the Great World, the number of people who can ascend to the Upper Realm is extremely scarce, with only a handful of people advancing every thousand years.

The God of No Thoughts was willing to offer such a substantial reward in order to win over a cultivator from a mid-level realm; he was undoubtedly going all out.

Su Fan is merely a cultivator from a mid-level realm, and he will likely never have the opportunity to advance to the upper realm throughout his life.

Now that the God of No Thoughts has offered such an olive branch, if that kid finds out, he'll definitely go all out to show off.

Little did they know that any cultivator would be overjoyed to hear such a condition.

Only Su Fan was completely indifferent to the opportunity to advance to the upper realm.

For him, going to the upper realm at this moment would be tantamount to courting death.

Zuo Kun had already offended all the big shots in the upper realm of the constellation.

If he were to truly enter the Upper Realm, they could simply send a Mahayana cultivator to kill him as easily as crushing an ant.

Upon hearing this, the Purple Sun God Venerable's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and his face showed excitement. He quickly bowed and said in a firm tone.

"Don't worry, Senior Brother Wunian, I will set off for Xuan Guangtian immediately and will certainly live up to your expectations..."

After saying that, he ignored the shocked expressions of everyone in the room, turned around and strode towards the door of the study.

(End of this chapter)