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Beside him, a silver-haired gentleman dressed like an old-fashioned gentleman suddenly coughed violently, his fingers gently stroking the small platinum cross on his chest, interrupting the impetuous words with a stern gaze.

Regardless of whether their piety is genuine or not, given their current display of power, the church still carries considerable weight, and at least openly, no one is willing to offend them.

Realizing he had spoken out of turn, the young man instinctively looked around, then gave an awkward smile, skipping over certain sensitive words:

“I mean…the grace of the great God.”

"Why hide it? Are you afraid someone will tell on us? Everyone here is a friend. Nobody likes meddling... fanatic!" A harsh voice interrupted the conversation, like steel in winter, dry, cold, and sharp.

The speaker was a middle-aged man sitting in a corner. His pale face, clearly from excessive drinking and womanizing, twitched with muscle spasms. He spoke with resentment:

"Everyone saw what they did the other day. Just for a few lowly, poor bastards, they ordered us to hand over the person in charge?"

If those charlatans gain power after obtaining the sacred artifacts, wouldn't they have to rebuild the Inquisition?

Hearing his words, everyone looked distressed, as if they deeply sympathized with him.

The people gathered here are all from the country's top echelons; even those not quite at the very top have family backgrounds that cannot be underestimated. Immediately, some seized the opportunity to stir up trouble:

"Please don't hesitate, please continue."

The man who started off gave a sheepish smile, but with the support of many others, he became a little bolder.

"...It is said that they are preparing to hold a party on Christmas Day, and will send out invitations to some powerful and reliable friends to attend and receive the blessings of God's holy objects together."

The most important thing is to discuss how to form a closer alliance so that we can gain a foothold in the next wave. After all, everyone has resources, and piecing them together is not impossible to reach the extraordinary…

Putting aside personal character and morality, the people who received elite education were all quite intelligent, and they understood the other party's meaning before the other party even finished speaking.

It seems that the violent threats they received from the church and various organizations have made the top elites feel an imminent danger. They are trying to use this opportunity to form cliques and create their own extraordinary sphere of influence, so as to gain a foothold in the increasingly turbulent world changes.

This approach, though somewhat crude, is admirable for its decisiveness, and even those not directly involved in the incident implicitly agree with it.

The extraordinary powers of the past are awakening at an unimaginable speed. In this era where the original rules and order are becoming increasingly blurred, it seems that a decision must be made in time for the sake of one's own fundamental interests.

They control the vast majority of social wealth and also have some extraordinary individuals working for them. If they can join hands and unite, they may not be much inferior to a single large organization.

"You have a seat on the Federal Reserve Board. Could you act as an intermediary and introduce me to someone?"

"I recall that you have a marriage alliance with the Locke family. I wonder if I might have the honor of receiving an invitation..."

Whispers arose, like the flapping of a swarm of insects, a cacophony of buzzing and chatter, as a series of meetings, secret discussions, and exchanges began.

Time passed slowly, and having received the promises they were satisfied with, people gradually left this luxurious and secluded place. They were eager to get back, intending to carefully assess their assets and see how to get a share of the spoils in the upcoming important moment.

A crescent moon, like a hook, hangs high in the sky, its cool light illuminating the midnight hour.

After nodding goodbye to her companions, an unassuming noblewoman tightened her fur shawl, turned around, and got into a low-key Mercedes.

As the car drove away silently and slowly, the dignified smile on her face gradually faded, replaced by a solemn and tense expression.

He tapped his fingers twice on the hidden patterns under the seat, and a barely perceptible transparent ripple spread out, isolating the sound from inside and outside.

After finishing everything, she finally relaxed and lay back in her seat, gesturing to the driver:

"Reply to the authorities at St. Patrick's Cathedral; the news has been confirmed."

Her tense body relaxed, and she took out a small embroidered image of the Virgin Mary from her hidden pocket and reverently placed it on her forehead.

"I pray to the Almighty Father to forgive my hypocrisy and deception..."

Despite living in a materialistic world, how could a thousand years of religious influence not have a group of true devotees?

However, just as the woman was praying devoutly, directly above her vehicle, on the top of a distant building, a faint figure stared at her expressionlessly.

The expensive gown transformed into armor woven with black feathers, depicting countless fallen angels guarding seven thrones in relief, showcasing the majesty of the demon god of hell. His pale face, pale from excessive indulgence, quickly turned crimson, as if covered with a layer of magma, and his crystal-yellow eyes were devoid of any emotion.

"Very good, it was worth the trip I made."

Thus He said.

Chapter 510 Freshmen

Melodious sounds echoed, and exotic fragrances wafted everywhere. Clouds and mist shifted and changed, and golden palaces and jade towers appeared in the void, where immortals and gods of various appearances resided, some holding swords and spears, others holding jade tablets and seals, creating countless phenomena.

Within the infinitely large yet seemingly infinitely small expanse, strands of colorful light, containing various extraordinary powers, intertwine and entwine. The wondrous laws transcend the shackles of time and the limitations of space, gradually converging towards a certain point. In the hazy distance, it seems as if a dreamlike world is about to be born.

No matter how much pressure and penetration there was, something always seemed to be missing, so that the nascent world remained like a mirage, and eventually it inevitably dissipated.

"Ugh……"

A sigh of regret rang out, and the countless strange sights, like birds returning to their forests, rapidly shrank and suddenly converged on one spot.

Brigitte Lin's liver has become entrenched...

White light condensed into lung lobes...

Heart, spleen, stomach, kidneys... eyes, ears, mouth, nose... numerous organs, limbs, bones, meridians, and blood vessels, all were outlined by an invisible force at that moment, forming an exquisite human totem.

The humanoid figure let out a long sigh, its aura lofty and solemn, like a god awakening from an endless slumber.

He stretched out his arms, his perfectly proportioned muscles gleaming faintly under the light, and picked up...

...A cup of milk tea?

The stunning and breathtaking art style was suddenly shattered, and the mysterious master's aura instantly transformed into that of a shut-in otaku.

However, the person responsible for all of this was completely oblivious to the fact that he simply arched his back on the large cotton mat in a very unladylike manner, like a fat worm that had just eaten its fill, and changed into a comfortable position.

Who says you have to use a meditation cushion to practice meditation? At home, you can do whatever makes you comfortable.

Zhu Mingyao slurped his drink through a straw, feeling a slight sense of regret.

Human desires are never satisfied. Having absorbed the gift from Pan Shen before his death and successfully broken through to the realm of Yin Gods and Ghost Immortals, he wanted to strike while the iron was hot and continue his efforts.

The result was a shameful failure; even after pouring all the accumulated reward points into it, the effect was far from satisfactory.

It can only be said that reaching the top is extremely difficult, and even with external assistance, it is impossible to achieve success overnight.

Above the Yin Gods are the Yang Gods and Scattered Immortals, which is the true dividing line between mortals and immortals. To advance solely through system points would require an astonishing amount of points.

"This is really tough... Who knew the experience penalty after this upgrade would be so severe."

Zhu Mingyao chewed on the fruit pieces in his milk tea, muttering incoherently.

The so-called experience penalty is not a term from online games, but rather refers to the fact that as his strength increases, he finds it increasingly difficult to earn causal point rewards for some minor actions.

In the past, you could earn a considerable reward by simply slaying a few small demons and monsters and saving a few innocent lives. Now, however, you get nothing but unpaid labor, and you only make a profit when you encounter some big fish.

Today, Zhu Mingyao's vision and knowledge are extraordinary, and he has a deeper understanding of the operating principle of his cheat system.

No energy can be created out of nothing. The so-called causal points should actually refer to the disturbances caused by the interference of one's own various behaviors on other intelligent life forms in the world.

As we all know, forces are reciprocal; the saying goes, "reversal is the movement of the Tao."

Just as a magnet attracts and interferes with other magnets, while interfering with the fate of other individuals, it also has a mysterious force that reacts back on itself in the dark.

In Buddhism, this is called cause and condition; in Taoism, it is called karmic retribution; or, in the simplest terms, karma!

This power was then absorbed by the cheat system and transformed in an unimaginable and mysterious way, thus achieving a wonderfully unpredictable enhancement effect.

Therefore, it is easy to understand why the cheat program admonished him to adhere to the righteous path and be careful of his own karma at the beginning of his awakening. It was not a clichéd and empty exhortation, but an ironclad rule that must be followed.

The causal disturbances brought about by good intentions will return as positive forces, while the disturbances brought about by evil deeds, even a fool's eye would know, will definitely have huge hidden dangers. They are probably like Yunnan mushrooms containing toxins, which may taste delicious, but you never know when they will lead you to the world of villains.

The problem now is that his "magnet" is growing too fast and is too large, easily disturbing the tiny "iron sand," and the feedback force is no longer enough to shake him.

If we are to continue to make great strides, we must seek out even larger "iron blocks" or even "iron mountains".

"Try to recall the information you've gathered. In this world that mixes so many elements from movies and TV shows, are there any plots like the end of the world..." Zhu Mingyao's thoughts wandered, and he casually placed his hands behind his head.

Pah! You jinx! Isn't the leisurely life of hugging girls enough? Why do you have to go and risk your life?

Several beautiful figures with different styles floated through his mind at the same time. His firm determination to improve his cultivation lasted only a second before being completely defeated. He patted his cheeks, cheered himself up, and sat up straight again.

Let's take care of that important matter I promised to do first; the timeframe seems about right...

Setting aside his chaotic thoughts for the moment, Zhu Mingyao focused his divine sense, and with his hands cupped in the air, a ball of soft, azure light floated out.

The soft light is warm and lustrous, unlike anything illusory. Instead, it exudes a crystalline solidity, resembling a semi-transparent crystal ball the size of a human head.

Upon closer inspection, a verdant island rests peacefully amidst a tranquil expanse of azure.

Zhu Mingyao repeatedly inputted spiritual energy at a special frequency. After a dozen or so breaths, a tranquil and timeless natural aura burst forth, like spring grass sprouting, with a faint radiance flying out from it.

It was a figure about the size of a hand.

A tiny boy with short brown hair curled up, wrapped tightly in miniature clothing made of leaves, his eyes closed as if he were soundly asleep. A pair of wings as thin as cicada wings fluttered a few times on his back, then turned into crystalline patterns imprinted on his skin.

Its unique appearance is highly recognizable; anyone with a little knowledge of mysticism can recognize it at a glance as a little sprite from the myriad phenomena of nature.

Looking at this tiny creature, which has become extremely rare since the Industrial Revolution, Zhu Mingyao gathered his true energy and gently blew on it.

"Wake up... Pan!"

A spiritual energy flow brought a sensation; her thin, wispy hair fluttered, and the little elf slowly opened her eyelids, revealing a clear, innocent look in her large eyes, like that of a newborn child.

Zhu Mingyao sighed softly to himself:

"I am a man of my word, and I have done my best to fulfill my promise to you."

Although the immortal being who was the god of animal husbandry has perished, 'you' still live on.

Back in the secret realm, although Pan the Shepherd was about to die due to the enemy's scheme, he was not without the power to resist; at least he could always destroy himself.

And that is why He was so generous in bestowing His primordial power upon a human He had just met.

It was a deal that had been agreed upon long ago!

—Using all remaining strength, to exchange for Zhu Mingyao to be reborn with a wisp of His soul.

Chapter 511 A Shocking Secret

Abandoning everything and starting over from scratch with humble beginnings sounds easy, but putting it into practice requires immense determination.

Among business tycoons who have lost everything, very few have the courage to rise again, let alone gods who once enjoyed unparalleled glory.

Entrusting one's fate to a mortal who would keep his promise is certainly dangerous, but Pan's choice was truly a last resort.

Over the long course of millennia, He lost all faith and the support of the pantheon behind Him, and His immortal essence gradually vanished like a sand dune repeatedly washed away by the tide.

Due to his irreversible and severe injuries, he had very little power left. Only by putting himself in a desperate situation could he find a glimmer of hope.

Holding up the sphere-like object, Zhu Mingyao murmured with slight regret: