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"OK."

Li Weiguo turned around, took the dispatch plan from Zhang Daoxuan, flipped through two pages, and signed it.

The sound of the pen falling on the paper was very soft, but every word carried weight.

To assist in the defense of Kunlunxu and Shennong Mountain, and to strengthen the regular garrison forces at major strategic nodes.

The document is short, but it implies the relocation of countless personnel and the redistribution of various resources.

The kind of person who has to take responsibility for every decision.

But Li Weiguo signed quickly without hesitation.

This is his duty.

After signing, he handed the documents back and casually asked, "Anything else? Did the seniors give any further instructions?"

Zhang Daoxuan took the document and said, "There are... Senior Wang Cang and Senior Ge left something for Gu Xu."

Li Weiguo paused his work and looked up at Zhang Daoxuan.

"Senior Wang Cang's item is his most treasured mythical-level equipment, while Senior Ge's is a jade bottle, which he said was for Gu Xu to nourish his body, as young people need to grow."

Zhang Daoxuan paused, his expression somewhat complicated: "That's roughly what the two seniors meant."

Li Weiguo remained silent for two seconds.

Mythical-grade equipment.

The jade bottle that is the most treasured possession of the guardian of Shennong Mountain.

Either of these two items would cause a sensation in half of the professional community if placed outside.

That's their assessment of that kid.

In other words, they valued Gu Xu extremely.

At the same time, I had already anticipated what kind of dangers I would encounter on this trip.

"Have someone go and fetch it."

Li Weiguo spoke, but paused before finishing the sentence, "Keep it safe. Once Gu Xu clears the secret realm, send it to him as soon as possible."

"clear."

Zhang Daoxuan responded and immediately turned to make arrangements.

Li Weiguo walked back to the window.

He stood there, first looking in the direction of Yunban City.

The strange phenomenon of red leeches was long gone from the skies above Cloud Hill City.

Gu Xu and his strange summoned creatures have been invading the Cloud Realm for some time now.

There has been no news yet, and he doesn't know the specifics. He also can't get in touch with the headquarters.

Communication is cut off in the secret realm.

All you can do is wait.

Then he turned his gaze to the East China Sea, where Wang Cang and the other two had just set off and were probably already several hundred kilometers away.

On one side is an eighteen-year-old boy wreaking havoc deep in a secret realm, and on the other side are three demigod seniors heading to a sea full of unknown dangers.

These two things made it impossible for him to truly put his mind at ease.

Li Weiguo sighed silently to himself.

Some things are hard to say in public, but standing here alone, facing the empty window, allows thoughts to wander.

Gu Xu, be careful in there, don't go crazy.

Several seniors, including Wang Cang, went there and returned safely.

that's it.

That's all I ask for.

That's not high.

The city outside the window continues to function, night is falling in Longjing, and lights are being lit in every home.

The streets were packed with people and cars.

This city, and every ordinary person in it, probably has no idea what tonight means for this country.

But some people know.

Those who know, each stand in their own position, bearing their own burdens.

And so, we continued walking forward.

……

……

The East China Sea under the cover of night is not calm.

High in the sky.

Three figures sped towards the seven-colored pillar of light that pierced the heavens and earth in the distance at an extremely fast speed.

Wang Cangfei was at the very front, with his beloved pipe dangling from his mouth.

The flickering embers inside the tobacco pipe glowed and faded in the strong airflow.

"This is top-quality tobacco from Northeast China..."

While braving the fierce wind, Wang Cang mumbled a complaint: "This is all for the sake of the Source of God. Who would stay up all night and brave the northwest wind at sea?"

"It's blowing so hard it's almost made my dentures come loose."

Following behind, Old Ge touched his shiny, gleaming head.

He chuckled and shouted, "Old Wang, you're such a hypocrite! We've come all this way to snatch the Source of God, and you're still spouting nonsense."

"Oh right, I remember your tooth was damaged by a monster and then had it replaced with gold, wasn't it?"

"If you really loosen your grip, just take it off and throw it into the sea. It'll be a good omen for the Dragon King."

Upon hearing this, Wang Cang was clearly displeased, and retorted sarcastically, "If you old turtledove can't speak properly, then donate your beak!"

"Anyway, he's hundreds of years old, there's no point in keeping him around, saves him the trouble of taking a dump every day!"

Tang Yi didn't participate in the two old men's daily bickering; he just stared intently at the colorful pillar of light in the distance.

All the muscles in his body were very tense.

While the three of them were still bickering casually in mid-air.

Wang Cang's voice suddenly stopped.

His eyes, which were slightly bright in the swirling smoke, curved instantly.

The pipe in his mouth also stopped shaking.

Immediately afterwards, Elder Ge and Tang Yi also realized something.

The three of them slowed down simultaneously in perfect unison, eventually hovering in the air.

The three of them slowed down simultaneously in perfect unison, eventually hovering in the air.

Right behind them.

The violent energy fluctuations resembled three visible waterspouts rising from the sea surface.

These three waves of energy were extremely powerful and came on strong.

Moreover, they made no attempt to conceal their location, practically as if they had "I'm here to take over the territory" written all over their foreheads.

Wang Cang narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully sensing the energy aura that drifted over with the sea breeze.

A moment later, the old man let out an undisguised chuckle from his nose.

His voice carried seven parts disdain and three parts mockery.

"Ha, I wondered which deity was making such a big fuss. It turns out to be those old monks from South India."

Wang Cang smacked his lips, took the pipe out of his mouth, and tapped the non-existent ash in the air: "This smell, you can smell the pure Ganges River water and curry from eight hundred miles away."

"What's going on? Are we getting cow dung cakes today? Everyone's running around like they're fighting for food!"

He had just finished saying that.

Several kilometers away on the sea, an extremely deep voice steadily traveled through the howling sea breeze.

"Amitabha."

The voice sounded compassionate; if it were accompanied by the sound of a wooden fish drum, someone unfamiliar with the place might mistake it for a temple performing a ritual of releasing animals.

But the owner of this voice is no saint.

"Benefactor Wang, it's been a long time."

"You are now a supreme demigod, representing the face of Divine Xia wherever you go. Stop with your empty words that lower your status."

As the words fell, the night was torn open.

About a kilometer behind the three people, space slightly distorted, revealing three figures.

They were three elderly men dressed as monks.

The one standing in the very center was as thin as a rake. The monk Tianxing was wearing a monk's robe and looked like an old extra who had run off the set.

This is the one who spoke earlier, the veteran demigod from South India, the Skywalker Monk.