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As Tu Yue finished speaking, Li Weiguo frowned deeply.

After all, Senior Wang Cang is not someone who would easily leave his post.

The fact that he could say such a thing shows that he has a very high sense of urgency and certainty about going to sea.

He knew he had to go.

Or rather—he had to get there as soon as possible.

However, before Li Weiguo could even process this information, a second phone call came.

Commander of the Tianhe Legion.

The content was almost identical—the demigod Night Watchman guarding the dimensional rift in the Qinling Underground Palace contacted him.

It means I want to go on a sea voyage.

The General Staff is requested to arrange for replacement personnel to guard the defensive line.

The third call came from the Nine Heavens Legion.

The same content.

The westernmost one, the Eastern Emperor Legion.

It's the same content again.

The fifth, the sixth, the seventh—

It's all the same content.

The seven legion commanders called one after another within minutes.

Behind them are seven demigods, the Night's Watch.

The seven strongest fighters guarding major strategic locations in Shenxia.

They all had to go to sea.

This decision was made entirely after that seven-colored beam of light shot into the sky.

When Li Weiguo put down the communicator, his hand was a little numb.

It's not nervousness.

The amount of information is too much, and my brain is overloaded.

Zhang Daoxuan stood opposite him, his expression equally unpleasant.

As a core strategist in the command headquarters, he naturally heard the contents of these phone calls.

The two people looked at each other.

The office was silent for about five seconds.

Li Weiguo spoke first: "These senior Night Watchmen have all been stationed at their posts for decades or even centuries."

Even if the sky falls, you cannot leave easily.

"But now, they all want to go."

Having said that, he looked into Zhang Daoxuan's eyes and said seriously, "What could possibly make seven demigod seniors simultaneously want to leave the positions they've guarded for decades or even centuries?"

Zhang Daoxuan did not answer immediately.

He was thinking about how to phrase it.

But actually he doesn't need to think for too long, because there's only one answer.

"Things that break through bottlenecks, above demigod level... Origin level."

After a moment, Zhang Daoxuan replied.

After those words were spoken.

The office fell silent again.

Source level.

What does this word represent in the world of professionals?

Demigods are already the highest realm that mortals can reach.

There are only a few dozen demigods in the entire world.

Each and every one of them is a pillar of a nation and the pinnacle of a civilization.

The Origin level—that's a realm above demigods.

The legendary realm.

Has anyone ever truly stepped into the Source level?

Have!

But it's too little, so little that you can count it on your fingers.

And those who break through from demigod to Origin level, do they not want to break through?

No... it's not that there weren't enough opportunities.

The bottleneck for demigods is not a matter of cultivation time, talent, or even the degree of effort.

It is a resource problem.

From demigod to Origin level, besides cultivation and combat, what is needed is a special "key".

A key that can help a demigod open that door.

This key is very likely hidden in fragments of a higher-dimensional secret realm.

Clearly, Li Weiguo served as minister for so long.

My mind is naturally as clear as a mirror.

Why did the seven veteran Night Watchmen all want to leave their posts at the same time?

Because they felt it.

What was contained within that pillar of light was the key to the Source level that they had been searching for for decades or even centuries.

"The Source of God..."

Li Weiguo murmured the word over and over.

For those veteran Night's Watchmen, it wasn't a question of "whether or not to fight for it."

This is a question of "I may only have this one chance in my life".

If you miss it, you might never get a second one.

When was the last time a fragment of a higher dimension appeared?

Fifty years ago?

Sixty years ago?

What about next time?

No one knows.

Maybe tomorrow, maybe a hundred years from now, maybe it will never happen again.

For a demigod who has lived for hundreds of years, the words "never again" carry immense weight.

It was heavier than any attack.

So they have to go.

Even at the risk of losing the defense line, even at the risk of facing competition from other countries' demigods.

Even if there are traps ahead.

I have to go.

Li Weiguo took a deep breath, his mind racing with various options. He needed to make a decision in the shortest possible time.

Should we let a few of the Night's Watch veterans leave?

How to reinforce the defenses? Who will go to sea, and who will stay behind?

How should the competition with other countries unfold?

Every problem has far-reaching consequences.

Therefore, Li Weiguo's state at this moment can be described in one word—his head was as big as a bucket.

"Daoxuan, what do you think of this matter?"

Thinking of this, Li Weiguo raised his head and looked at Zhang Daoxuan standing opposite him.

Zhang Daoxuan's expression was also not very good.

As the chief strategist of the command, his mind worked faster than anyone else's.

But being quick to learn and being able to understand are two different things.

The complexity of this matter has gone beyond the scope of simple military deployment.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Daoxuan rubbed his temples and said, "Old Li, there's something I need to say upfront: we can't make this decision."

Li Weiguo didn't speak, but nodded slightly.

He knew, of course, that he couldn't make that decision.

It's not that we don't have the right to do it, but that we shouldn't do it.

What level of existence were the Night Watch veterans?

Demigod.

These people are the pinnacle of Sherlock.

It's the last card this country can play.

People of this caliber have no say in what they do or don't do; it's never up to others to decide for them.

You, a minister of the command headquarters, are making life choices for a demigod?

Moreover, the stakes involved in this decision are far too complex.

Did all the Night Watch elders go?

Who will defend the defenses of Sheikha's homeland?

What if the thing underneath Kunlun Mountain turns over?

What if the dimensional rift in the Qinling underground palace expands?

The Abyss of Ten Thousand Demons, the Ruins of the South China Sea, the Bottom of Changbai Mountain, Shennong Mountain... any mishap at any of these places would be catastrophic.

None of them are going?

With the source of the gods falling into the hands of another country, the strategic position of the Divine Xia Dynasty was set back by fifty years.

Should we remove some and keep others?

Who will leave and who will stay?

Why should you go and I not go?

Any one of these issues could be enough to warrant a three-day, three-night expanded meeting at the General Headquarters.

But Li Weiguo knew very well that he didn't have three days and three nights.

It didn't even last three hours.

That beam of light hung in the sky above the sea, and demigods all over the world were rushing in that direction.

Every second wasted diminishes Sherlock's advantage.

"so."

Li Weiguo let out a long sigh and made a decision: "Let the seniors decide for themselves."

Zhang Daoxuan nodded, a knowing glint in his eyes: "So... activate the Night Watch Star Chart now?"

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