Deep Sea Hunter, but Deep Sea Titan

After recovering from his dizziness, Lotin took the opportunity to restore the ecological environment of the Scorching Earth, mainly by improving the water and soil. However, he only managed to restore the water and soil conditions to a level that could barely meet the needs of people's production and life.

He considered that the punishment of the liches was not yet over, and if they were all killed off in an instant due to the harsh natural environment, the purpose of the punishment would not be achieved.

These liches must remain here under harsh conditions for a long time to watch for any signs that the demons might reopen the rift, as punishment for nearly destroying all of Terra.

However, these liches all believed that the demon king had essentially spared their lives by not immediately killing them. But within a few months, they would realize that it would have been a more humane decision for the demon king to have killed them outright.

The improvement in soil and water conditions is only relative to the original scorching hot land. These liches, still in a rather harsh environment, can only rely on the minimum supplies airlifted by the Life Spine.

The living conditions here are not harsh enough to trigger a large-scale suicide, but they can still torment people's minds and bodies—they are not glorious guardians of civilization, but sinners of civilization who have committed a terrible disaster, and this torment is deliberately left to them by Loting.

However, in exchange, if these liches successfully persist for 50 years, Lothing will allow them to return to Kazdel.

Meanwhile, in Yan Kingdom, the Grand Tutor, disregarding his increasingly obvious aging, still got up very early, even on days when he needed to attend court early, his waking time was ridiculously early.

"Finally, the shadow of the former gods will be wiped away."

The Grand Tutor was halfway through his reflection when he realized that it was pointless to make such a reflection now. The Yan Kingdom had already survived the threat of the Great Fool and the demons, and it would be making a mountain out of a molehill to fear a mere Year Beast.

"But now the 'god' is no longer a shadow. We can't get rid of him like we got rid of the Year Beast. We can only choose to coexist with him with humility."

Rationally speaking, the Grand Tutor was quite aware that, given Luo Ting's current strength, any attempt to shake his existence would be extremely dangerous and foolish. From an emotional perspective, the fact that he fought side by side with Hai Si and the Demon during their two crises had already proven Luo Ting's integrity. Moreover, Luo Ting's attitude towards them was much simpler and more peaceful than that of the Year Beast. Most importantly, he was willing to maintain an appropriate distance from the daily affairs of the Yan Kingdom.

"However, it's hard to say that this coexistence is a bad thing."

The old tutor paced back and forth in his study, and before he knew it, it was time for the morning court session.

Inside the palace, the Imperial Guards of the Great Yan were all on high alert, for today was the day to completely eliminate the threat of the Year Beast. However, the Grand Tutor believed more than ever that the Imperial Guards were being far too tense. Perhaps if the Great Yan faced the Year Beast alone, it would pay a heavy but still acceptable price. But if Luo Ting intervened, the price would likely only be some gold and the cost of the sacrificial ceremony.

Has His Excellency Gonggong arrived?

The Great Yan Emperor was clearly calmer and more composed than the overly dedicated Imperial Guards, as if eliminating the Year Beast was merely a matter of a flick of the wrist for that bronze giant.

"Lord Gonggong has arrived at Baizhao under the guidance of Sisuitai, and he himself said that he is ready to begin dealing with the Sui beast at any time."

The Grand Tutor learned of the situation from his adjutant and reported it truthfully to the Emperor.

At this time, the Great Yan court was in stark contrast to the previous situation where different factions were constantly arguing. After experiencing two uprisings, one large-scale and the other a demonic uprising, which were enough to destroy the entire illusion of Terra, no one dared to harbor any illusions in front of Loting anymore, and no one dared to refute or object to such a plan.

“That lousy chess player, even if he’s scared, will still be watching nearby. He has an unimaginable obsession. Although I could take care of him as well, I promised Grandmaster Chongyue that I would spare his life.”

The civil and military officials of Yan Kingdom gathered on the altar and began to communicate and converse with Luo Ting.

"However, the reason that lousy chess player went crazy is also related to the treacherous schemes of some of you who stabbed him in the back."

"I suggest you all take a good look at yourselves and wash and tidy yourselves up, otherwise, when that stinky chess player comes to me with tributes, things won't be so simple."

Luo Ting could, of course, refuse to accept the tithe and thus break the contract, but he deliberately said this to the Yan court. Wang's extreme behavior was ultimately because Jie was murdered.

Lotin has always hated traitors, a sentiment that remains unchanged regardless of whether he has achieved his revenge. His experiences have instilled in him an extreme aversion to betrayal, and he is willing to punish these traitors even if it is only for the sake of emotional satisfaction.

Luo Ting's words were not only addressed to the Yan Kingdom's court, but also to Wang, who was observing from somewhere, even though this lousy chess player couldn't actually interfere with him at all right now.

This was merely a small act of kindness and sympathy he showed to another betrayed person out of personal affection, nothing more.

Wang should still take responsibility for his actions, and those who instigate Wang's extreme behavior should also pay the price.

"If this is indeed the case, the Great Yan will definitely investigate it thoroughly, so please rest assured, Your Excellency Gonggong."

"You don't have unlimited time. The slower you investigate, the greater the chance that lousy chess player will come looking for me."

Luo Ting was making a blatant threat. Did he think that the entire court of Yan, including the emperor, would dare to oppose him?

He wasn't making any absurd or unreasonable demands; he was simply asking that the traitors be punished.

It is only fair that those who acted in the extreme should pay the price for their actions, and that Hai Sijie should also pay the price.

Upon hearing Luo Ting's words, Wang paused for a moment, seemingly at a loss for words. Ji, who was standing next to him, asked:

"Brother, are you still planning to continue?"

"We should bring Jie back and then study him slowly using a simulated behemoth."

"Will Lord Gonggong truly help me settle this score?"

Wang gritted his teeth, a sense of release and powerlessness welling up from the bottom of his heart. The power of "Gonggong" was beyond his expectations. He was now completely powerless to drag Luoting into the game.

He thanked Loting for helping him try the murderer who killed Jie, but he wanted to go further and bring Jie back to the human world.

Even resurrecting Jie from the real Year is a pipe dream, and seeking hope from the replicas created by his brothers and sisters is even more difficult, but there seems to be no other choice at the moment.

The tomb of the Year Beast was opened, and almost all the veteran Taoist masters believed that a strong wind and thunder would strike at this moment, but in fact the weather did not change at all.

The heavy restrictions were lifted, and the ancient gods, harboring malice fermented over countless years, descended upon the world once more—this is how things should have been.

But the final result was—"Brother Gonggong, sigh, can we reconcile?"

This was the first thing Sui said after breaking free of the seal.

It simply felt there was no need to confront an invincible opponent—a mere fragment of a demon had already dealt it a severe blow, and Lotin, who had just dealt with three higher-dimensional rulers with his allies, was not someone it saw the need to challenge.

In front of Luo Ting, Sui felt that there was no room for her to release the slightest bit of her thousand-year-old regret.

"I can reconcile with you, but some people are less willing to do so."

Luo Ting grabbed Sui's body and threw it into the Mountain and Sea Scroll, where a giant unicorn riding lightning had been waiting for a long time.

This Ya, another giant beast bound to the Mountain and Sea Scroll by Luo Ting, has actually become the resident manager of the Mountain and Sea Scroll, responsible for keeping the guests of the Sui family from going too far.

Its condition for voluntarily staying in the Mountain and Sea Scroll to serve as Luo Ting's watchdog was that it could do whatever it wanted with Sui, and it just so happened to be one of the giant beasts of the same kind that Sui had betrayed.

Thus, within a sealed array hidden from everyone in the Mountain and Sea Scroll, a bloody revenge for a thousand-year-old grudge began.

"age?"

Chongyue was exercising as usual on a grassy field, seemingly unaffected by his age-related misfortune.

At that moment, the brothers and sisters of the Sui family felt the shadow that had been looming over them recede, followed by a wave of weakness and powerlessness—the thing that sustained their existence had become the artificial behemoths that the Sui family had concocted. Although their existence was maintained, their strength had generally declined compared to before.

However, there are no high-intensity threats that require them to exert all their efforts to deal with at the moment, giving them time to further improve the artificial behemoth.

Chapter 302: The Defeated Female Ghost

Shortly after Sui was handed over to Ya to deal with, Chongyue also came to Baizhao. He was the first to sever his Sui beast essence, so he was the least affected. At this time, he was like a parent who had been called to school by the teacher, waiting to take his child who had made a mistake back to be educated.

Wang was undoubtedly the troublemaker. Having a reason didn't mean he could act recklessly without considering the consequences. Chongyue's solemn expression showed that this grandmaster was going to deal with his troublemaking second brother seriously.

"I have caused such a great disaster, and I am extremely grateful to Your Excellency Gonggong for helping to clean up the mess and for being willing to spare my life."

Without saying a word, Chongyue pressed Wang's head down to apologize, because in Chongyue's own values, Wang's extreme behavior was also an act that harmed the common people.

But this terrible chess player still had a bit of stubbornness in him, so he turned around and asked Luo Ting a question first:

"Were all those words spoken by Your Excellency Gonggong not mere jest?"

Luo Ting wasn't angry. He could understand Wang's feelings to some extent. He was willing to explain the compensation he would offer. However, if this terrible chess player continued like this afterward, Luo Ting wouldn't be so polite.

"Contracts and promises are the foundation upon which I walk on this land."

"You don't need to worry, traitors are my most hated mortal enemies."

Lottin's tone was calm yet firm, reflecting his consistent principles and foundation. The tithes earned the trust of these taxpayers through his credibility and commitment, thus providing Lottin with a continuous source of strength.

"Alright, since you have made such a promise, I am willing to admit my mistake and accept the punishment. Please handle this matter, elder brother."

After confirming Luo Ting's promise, Wang bowed and admitted his mistake in complete remorse. It was an agreement between Luo Ting and Chong Yue to spare Wang's life and hand him over to Chong Yue. Therefore, Luo Ting did not inquire further after handing Wang over to Chong Yue.

"Your Excellency Gonggong!"

No sooner had Chongyue left than Ling emerged from the Mountain and Sea Scroll with a wine jug in her hand, while Skadi glared at Ling with murderous intent, as if she were about to shove her back into the Mountain and Sea Scroll at any moment.

"Let's have a drink, we should have more to talk about now."

In Ling's view, Loting, who has let go of his obsession, has an essence that is extremely similar to hers. She believes that Loting can now even compete with her for the title of the most dashing person in Terra.

Two people who feel that their mindsets are so similar will naturally have a lot in common.

"Miss Ling, may I ask what your relationship is with Lord Nautilus?"

Laurentina's polite question was actually quite pointed, implying, "Who are you?"

"Nautilus, shouldn't we go and talk to Prismus?"

The Doctor killed the game with Lotin's upcoming scheduled itinerary: he was going to meet with Precyth, and it was only natural for the Doctor to accompany him into the Originium Inner Space.

"The doctor is right. Precys should have lifted the seal on the main regions of the Originium-infused universe by now. I need to talk to her."

The Doctor activated Anana to open a passage to the inner space of Originium, and Precys did not interfere, which proves that Precys himself was willing to negotiate.

After the golden ocean of consciousness, Precyth curled up in a corner of the garden. She was not fully awake to begin with, and the forced internalization of the universe to fight against the evil had left her quite exhausted.

Precys endured 13,000 years of loneliness, and this loneliness will continue now, because she has become a complete loser. Precys is now utterly despondent, and her only wish—to reclaim the Doctor—is no longer possible. She has fallen into deep confusion.

"Ha, you did it, didn't you?"

"You have exceeded my expectations time and time again, and have completely fooled me."

“You took advantage of my arrogance, but I now absolutely do not believe that you are just an ordinary citizen.”

Precys looked as if he had burned out, which gave the impression that his Dao heart had been shattered.

So Lotin extended his hand to Precyth, although in the Originium Universe, such a gesture was more of a gesture than a statement.

"Oh, thank you. Should I say you're a real gentleman?"

Precys was simply indulging his most impulsive emotions, hurling out a torrent of sarcastic and cutting words.

"Okay, you win. You've stolen the Doctor's heart, and now she belongs to you. Are you satisfied and happy now?"

Precys's composure, which she had always maintained, had been completely lost in her self-destructive behavior. The linguist began to use the simplest and most brutal sentence breaks. She was now venting her emotions in extreme distress. Lotin did not say anything about it, which was only natural.

"So what do you plan to do? Just keep yourself locked up in the Originium Universe like this?"

"What else can I do?"

Precys shook her hand in despair. Of course she knew that Lotin longed to win her heart as well, but she was still unwilling to lose to this fellow countryman from an unknown civilization.

"I just think it's quite a contrast to you right now. You're not usually like this, Prismus. Aren't you going to continue with Project Originium?"

Lotin specifically brought up the term "Originium Project." He never said he wouldn't implement the Originium Project; rather, he said he would correct the mistakes of the Originium Project before moving forward with it.

"Ah, at least the two of you didn't betray me in this respect."

“Of course, Precyth. If we don’t let the Terrans know who gave us this favor, they will take advantage of us. I was too naive before, thinking that sincerity would earn mutual respect. But the Sarkaz are demanding more and even trying to drag us into the abyss and steal our heritage.”

The overly kind prophet debated with Precyth for millennia over his attitude toward Terran civilization, but the current Doctor has found a balance between Terran civilization and his own—allowing Terran civilization to live gratefully, groveling in the blessings of the former civilization.

“We still have time to repair the functions of Originium, Precys. There’s no need to rush to put everything into the Originium Internal Universe. We have already repaired the Blue Tree, which means that it is not impossible for us to unleash the full potential of Originium.”

"We should treat the internalization of Originium as a backup mechanism that should only be used when all else fails. As long as we can keep the expansion of Originium in a state where it can be explosive at any time, then this theory is valid."

The Doctor's words still retained the sincerity of a friend, but there was no longer any further tenderness. Precys knew that a sad, thick barrier had formed between her and the Doctor.

Objectively speaking, the strength and achievements demonstrated by Lotin have indeed made Precys less pessimistic, and they now have the resources to explore other paths.

"But you need to rest first, our doctor. You've pushed your body too hard in the fight against the demons. I think we might need a recuperative trip."

Luo Ting gently grasped the doctor's hand. He had seen all the things the doctor had done for him, and he had promised to make it up to the doctor.

The Doctor hadn't touched Loting's real hands in a long time. Although those thick, metallic palms gave her an unparalleled sense of security, touching her lover's warm hands excited her even more.

"Nautilus, did you do this on purpose?"

Precyth was almost suffocating from the cloying scene, but she couldn't help it. Lotin really treated the Doctor very well. She could observe that Lotin was more attentive and caring towards the Doctor than towards the other Agorians. If the Doctor hadn't repeatedly asked, he would never have let the Doctor deal with Theresis alone.

The Doctor, who was manipulated by her good-for-nothing eldest daughter and her Sarkaz best friend, and who was forced to shoulder responsibilities that were not her own in a civilization where she felt isolated and alone, encountered the only person of her race who unconditionally supported and protected her. The happiness and comfort that came from this encounter was something that Amiya alone could not provide.

Precys had to admit that if she were the Doctor, she too would have fallen for this enigmatic yet reassuring man of her race, "Astronaut Nautilus," and she accepted her defeat wholeheartedly.

Prolonged loneliness has driven Precys to madness and paranoia, and made her more vulnerable; she even now envies the Doctor a little.

"That's just how my relationship with the doctor is, so how could it be intentional?"

Lotin had already noticed a slight wavering in Precys's heart—since he could no longer obtain the Doctor, what was the point of continuing to endure loneliness alone in the Originium Inner Space?

After accepting her failure, she seemed to give up on herself, and this wavering arose from that.

"Alright, alright, then take me with you."

Precys reluctantly extended her hand, but Lotin didn't immediately agree, instead asking:

"Why do you suddenly want to leave again? Didn't you say you had no other choice but to lock yourself in the Originium Universe?"

Lotin deliberately played hard to get, wanting to ascertain the extent to which Precyth had wavered.

"Don't misunderstand, I just see you as a capable citizen and am willing to let you assist me in revising the Originium Project!"