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Wanfo Temple Martial Arts Arena:

Ge Qingsheng of Tianji Pavilion's withdrawal directly secured Mo Lan's place in the finals.

Li Xuanye then unsurprisingly won the battle against the other sect disciples.

The sun was setting in the west.

Mo Lan and Li Xuanye took the stage one after the other.

"Li Xuanye of Longhu Mountain faces off against Lan Meng of the Taichu Sect!"

Looking at the black-haired youth in a Taoist robe in front of him, Li Xuanye couldn't help but ponder that Mo Lan's strength had far exceeded his expectations.

As a member of the Special Affairs Bureau, he actually knew some inside information, and at this moment he couldn't help but admire the sharp vision of the Giant God Company.

Giving Mo Lan an S-level contract was definitely the right decision; he had previously thought she was just a minor genius.

Just as Li Xuanye was considering whether he should abstain from this competition, he realized that he had already accomplished his mission.

After all, they're all family, there's no need to fight Mo Lan again just to get first place, especially since the final mission hasn't even started yet.

Li Xuanye was filled with countless thoughts, and Mo Lan was no less ambitious.

After the battle with Fujino Seiran, he estimated that his maximum combat power should be around LV3.8 to LV3.999.

The previous Huang Dalang was an exception; this level doesn't usually exist in the game of fate, it was created by evil forces.

As for version 4.0, Mo Lan shouldn't even think about it.

Even if your account is hacked to the point of being worthless, the game didn't throw players from version 4.0 in front of you, which speaks volumes.

Just like cultivating immortality, Mo Lan, a Foundation Establishment cultivator, can kill a Golden Core cultivator with top-grade cultivation techniques, spells, and shield-breaking items. But if he encounters a Nascent Soul cultivator, he won't even know how he died.

However, so far, he has not used the full power of the Void Style Zero, which is his deepest trump card.

Others only thought that Mo Lan's Virtual Style Zero, which defeated Fujino Seiran, was his limit, but that information was already outdated.

"Sect Master!"

Suddenly, several disciples from various sects rushed onto the viewing platform.

They leaned close to their respective sect leaders' ears and whispered something, after which they both frowned deeply.

Lin Jianwei beckoned Bai Daoran to his side and said something to him as well.

Then, Mo Lan saw Bai Daoran's face suddenly turn cold.

Bai Daoran walked to Lin Jianwei's side and said something, seemingly explaining something.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Lan saw Abbot Xuan Kong open his heavy, wrinkled eyes and announce to everyone present:

"Gentlemen, the villages under the jurisdiction of various sects have suddenly been attacked by calamity beasts. It must be the work of the Calamity Sect in secret. Therefore, I hereby announce the suspension of this conference."

"The most urgent task is to suppress those remnants of the evil regime."

As soon as he finished speaking, the quest guides for all players present were updated.

[Game of Fate: The rankings for the Seekers of the Law Conference are now fixed. Those who did not make it into the top three will see a slight decrease in their final score.]

The final mission has been revealed.

[Final Mission: The Way of Chaos.]

[Mission Objective: Kill the monstrous beasts attacking villages and all players from the opposing faction.]

[Failure Penalty: Score reset to zero.]

"Farewell, Mr. Li." Mo Lan waved to Li Xuanye, then turned and jumped onto the viewing platform of the Tai Chu Sect.

Gu Qingli then grabbed his wrist and pulled him aside:

"The sect just reported that an unknown beast has attacked the areas under the jurisdiction of the six major sects of the Ancient Law Realm. Its purpose is unknown."

Mo Lan immediately revealed a complicated look in her eyes.

Just as the various sects were preparing to deal with the chaos caused by the monstrous beasts.

In the very center of the training ground, the heir of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion suddenly stepped forward, stood in mid-air, and spoke slowly and deliberately:

"Gentlemen, please wait a moment."

"I am Meng Yuan from the Tianji Pavilion."

The young man named Meng Yuan was tall and thin, with a pair of squinty eyes filled with a mysterious gaze.

But what truly made Mo Lan wary of him was the dark red stitches on the top of his head.

If this weren't a brain transplant procedure, he would be washing his hair upside down.

They're just taking advantage of the fact that the native inhabitants of the new world after the universe reboot are ignorant.

"Meng Yuan? What's this kid up to?"

People from various sects raised their heads and looked at Meng Yuan with puzzled expressions.

Speaking of which, this year's Tianji Pavilion is quite strange. After the old pavilion master went into seclusion due to illness, he directly handed over all the power to the young pavilion master, Meng Yuan.

This also resulted in the fact that among the six major sects in the ancient magic world, only the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion had its young master leading the team.

Bai Daoran frowned deeply as he looked at Meng Yuan, who was standing in mid-air. The uneasy thoughts in his heart were gradually becoming a reality.

Standing among the disciples of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion, Ge Qingsheng smiled inwardly: "The real opening ceremony is about to begin."

"Gentlemen, don't you find this strange?"

Meng Yuan spread his arms and looked down at the crowd: "Why should we, as seekers of the Dharma, stay cooped up in this mere ancient Dharma realm?"

"Our ancestor passed down all the methods, and his original intention was for us to inherit this power and guide the whole world."

"But what are we doing now?"

He pointed to the ground and said, "We're actually using the power left by our ancestors to fight crickets in this tiny place?"

"During the chaos of the calamity, how many seekers of the Dharma died? The entire ancient Dharma community, from top to bottom, perished, paying a heavy price in blood and tears."

"But what was the result? The world is still just as bad, and mortals haven't changed at all because they are too foolish."

"Therefore, we have decided to launch a revolution, a revolution that will overturn the ancient magic world and all mortals."

"From today onwards, we, the Red Moon Society, will take over the world order."

After saying that, Meng Yuan smiled and turned his gaze to Bai Daoran, slowly raising his hand: "Next, please welcome Bai Daoran, the president of our Red Moon Society, to give a speech to everyone."

Instantly, the entire audience erupted in uproar.

"Bai, Bai Daoran?!"

"The Red Moon Society? How can he be its leader?!"

"The intelligence is true!"

Mo Lan frowned, turned and tugged at her Uncle Qingli's sleeve: "Intelligence? Uncle, what kind of intelligence do they know?"

Gu Qingli hesitated for a moment, but finally told Mo Lan, "Just now, someone submitted a list to all the sects."

"The list contains all the members of the secretly established Red Moon Society, and the leader is none other than Bai Daoran."

The moment Meng Yuan pointed out Bai Daoran, the other members of the Red Moon Society all turned their attention to their leader.

Even now, they still believe that Meng Yuan was part of a play orchestrated by Bai Daoran.

Mo Lan looked at the other person.

Bai Daoran stared coldly at Meng Yuan, his expression a mixture of doubt and shock.

At this moment, even Bai Daoran couldn't understand why Meng Yuan would jump out and cause trouble at this time.

Their original plan was not like this at all.

That list was probably revealed by Meng Yuan.

The myriad thoughts in Bai Daoran's heart ultimately condensed into one sentence addressed to everyone:

"Yes, I am the president of the Red Moon Society."

He knew the list had been leaked, and if he didn't step forward now, he would be putting everyone in an unjust position.

Therefore, Bai Daoran's first words were to take on the responsibility of the drafter.

Upon hearing this, the other members of the Red Moon Society immediately stepped forward.

"And we are here too."

Zhang Qinghuai of Longhu Mountain, Du Kong of Wanfo Temple, Li Ruyue of Yin Yang Sect, and Li Qiuhuai of Medicine King Valley—they all stood up to support Bai Daoran without any hesitation.

"Qinghuai..."

"Do you know what you're doing?" Zhang Wude, the Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain, spoke slowly, his body exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

Zhang Qinghuai smiled helplessly and cupped his hands to Zhang Wude: "Master, your disciple is unfilial, but I have been holding this idea for a long time."

"You...!" Zhang Wude frowned, clearly very angry.

The same applies to elders from other sects.

"Gentlemen, I haven't finished speaking yet."

Bai Daoran took a step into the air, his feet treading on true qi, and stood before the crowd. He cupped his hands, bowed deeply, and said sincerely:

"My fellow martial uncles, please don't blame Qinghuai and the others."

"The establishment of the Red Moon Society is true, but I can assure you that I, Bai Daoran, have absolutely no intention of subverting the ancient magic world."

"Daoran, my men misunderstood my thoughts, and that is my responsibility."