Merging with Demon Spirits

After leaving Hua’s Hall, Wang Mian did not seek out Lin Feng again.

As for Lin Feng, despite his intense desire to kill White Clothes, he had to suppress that longing for now and set the matter aside due to the lack of certainty.

Having joined the Pure Land and smoothly becoming Celestial King Hua, enhancing his strength and resolving the Nightmare is the primary objective at present.

Other matters can be set aside for later.

As long as his strength is sufficient, even if the White Clothes persona occupies Wang Mian’s body, he can handle it with ease.

If his guess is correct, White Clothes gained the ability to control time after taking over Wang Mian’s body.

So, there is still time.

As long as Wang Mian remains in the Pure Land and continues to covet the body of Witch Celestial King, he still has the chance to kill White Clothes.

...

In the magnificent grand hall, wisps of blue smoke rose elegantly from the dragon-shaped candle flames.

Lying sideways on a dragon throne encrusted with colorful gemstones was a man as strong as a mountain, dressed in a purple-gold robe with various dragon designs embroidered on it.

He gazed down upon the people below the steps, his purple eyes seemingly indifferent yet filled with boundless authority, asking softly, "Gandhi, how is the progress on your side?"

Beneath the ten-meter-high stairs stood two rows of figures, totaling more than twenty people.

There were men and women, old and young, some nearly naked, others clad in pitch-black armor covering everything but their eyes.

Upon hearing the man’s question, everyone slightly bowed their heads, not daring to meet the eyes of the man on the dragon throne.

Because this man was called Hai Shan, the master of the Dragon King Hall, acknowledged as an invincible force on the Divine Martial Continent.

His dominance and strength were equally renowned.

"Dragon King!"

A short elder, less than 1.65 meters tall, advanced a step forward, half-kneeling on the ground, respectfully saying:

"Over five years, I have taken control of three-tenths of the upper echelons of Yinfen, including a ten-star level Space Gate under my command. Three Kings and one Emperor from Dragon King Hall have successfully infiltrated; with a command from the Dragon King, we can incite a civil war. I am confident that within a year, I can fully control Yinfen."

The elder spoke humbly yet assuredly.

He wore a collarless long-sleeved loose-fitting garment, skirted pants, his skin a dark brown, lacking a single horn, signifying his non-Abnormal People status.

"Just a ten-star level Space Gate, even if you control three, what of it? In the end, missile weapons will bombard and forcibly shut them down."

A woman with a tiger-backed, bear-waisted physique questioned from behind the elder.

Soon, others joined in agreement: "Indeed, even if we truly control Yinfen, how should we respond to attacks from various countries around the world? Though Yinfen possesses nuclear weapons, can one country withstand the world? Our efforts will be in vain, resulting in heavy casualties."

The scene was somewhat quiet; the Dragon King remained silent, glancing at Gandhi, seemingly pondering something.

Facing the doubts, the short Gandhi did not directly refute nor become angry; his attitude was even more humble, explaining: "What everyone says is right and makes a lot of sense; however, Earth and the Divine Martial Continent differ."

"In Yinfen, there are three ten-star level Space Gates. These Space Gates are not closed not because they can’t be closed, nor because their defenses are substantial, nor because they are crucial to the people of Yinfen.

The true reason is singular.

That is, these three Space Gates are located within major cities, in densely populated areas. The chain reaction of forcibly closing them is too massive, directly threatening the lives of citizens and causing many to lose their homes, resulting in a crash in real estate prices, a surge in commodity prices, increased suicide rates, and social turmoil; hence, without facing dire straits, no one dares close these Space Gates."

"In other words, once we control Yinfen, as long as the troops from the Divine Martial Continent do not launch a massive attack, no country would dare make a move against Yinfen. If a country is controlled by Abnormal People, it spells national doom; losing public trust and faith would incite global panic, unacceptable by the World Alliance."

"At that time, the hundreds of millions of civilians in Yinfen would be our hostages, allowing us to expand step by step..."

Gandhi patiently explained.

This time, many remained puzzled; some half-understood, while some Abnormal People sneered contemptuously, eager to dispute such reasoning.

They comprehend neither public trust and faith nor real estate crash, commodity price hike, and societal unrest.

On the Divine Martial Continent, might makes right; the strong dominate all.

The weak can only depend on the strong.

In the Divine Martial Continent, a fifth of people are slaves, representing a lack of human rights — a master can dispose of them freely.

Even kill them!

If a country or race offends or threatens Dragon King Hall, it is simply destroyed.

Even the lives of billions are insignificant!

Without strength, they are ants.

On the Divine Martial Continent, human lives are the cheapest.

Massacres of cities, destruction of countries — such events occur daily.

Despite the many doubters, no one spoke up to rebuke this time.

For at that moment, on the dragon throne, the Dragon King nodded subtly, seemingly affirming Gandhi’s statement.

"Very good, after all, humans understand humans."

Hai Shan spoke, expressing confidence in Gandhi.

Previously skeptical Abnormal People restrained their mockery and doubts.

The Dragon King’s faith in Gandhi’s words meant they were correct.

Even if the result was wrong, it would be due to the process — they hadn’t executed it well; the Dragon King’s decision was surely correct!

Wrong was right.

This is the survival law of the Divine Martial Continent.

The Dragon King glanced at Gandhi, saying: "One year is too long; you must halve that time. Initially, do not let other individuals or nations become aware of our existence to avoid casualties, letting them believe it is merely chaos caused by a rebellious uprising."

"Yes, Dragon King."

Gandhi hesitated, feeling troubled; a year was already the estimated ultimate limit; how could it be shortened to six months?

He felt conflicted, wanting to explain, but under the gaze of those eyes, he felt cold throughout, unable to utter a word.

"Don’t worry, as long as you behave, your lives won’t change too much. After all, the Divine Martial Continent also has beings like you."

Seeming to have noticed Gandhi’s unease, the Dragon King offered reassurance.

At this stage, he still needs these people.

If it weren’t for them, it would take at least two or three decades for the Divine Martial Continent to launch a full-scale attack.

"Thank you for your mercy, Dragon King."

Gandhi knelt on the ground to show respect.

"You don’t need to kneel the whole time. How is the situation with the Pure Land?"

The Pure Land is perhaps the only human faction he truly regards.

Some human nations are also very powerful, but their numerous concerns make them less formidable than the Pure Land in terms of combat and deterrence.

If they could get help from the Pure Land, the invasion plan of the Divine Martial Continent would undoubtedly be much smoother.

Humans dealing with humans, in terms of both efficiency and outcome, are much better than theirs.

Gandhi still knelt and said, "It’s difficult to infiltrate; they are very resistant to our probing."

"In that case, focus on your own matters."

The Dragon King said, unsurprised.

The stronger the humans are, the stronger their useless pride becomes, and the less they wish for their arrival.

"By the way, there is one more thing. I don’t know if I should inform the Dragon King?" Gandhi said with a hint of hesitation.

"What is it?"

Gandhi lowered his head and said, "Lin Feng has joined the Pure Land as an Apostle of Celestial King Hai, but not long ago, he became the new Thirteen Celestial Kings of the Pure Land!"

"Oh..."

For the first time, the Dragon King’s always indifferent expression showed a hint of surprise.

The other Abnormal People below the steps voiced their astonishment.

They looked at each other with disbelief and doubt in their eyes.

Regarding the Pure Land, they also understand enough to know what the position of Celestial King means?

Even with their strength, none have the qualification to sit in that position.

"Did he become an Emperor?"

Hai Shan asked with some uncertainty, as if even his usual indifferent demeanor showed a trace of surprise.

Among the talents of the Human Race, those whose names he remembers can be counted on one hand.

Lin Feng is one of them.

The only one who caught his attention and whom he wanted to kill was Lin Feng.

This is a human genius who cultivated his created Cultivation Technique "Fish Dragon Transformation" but killed his beloved grandson.

A name well known on the Divine Martial Continent.

A name that made Abnormal People’s talents shudder.

Because of Lin Feng, the Divine Martial Continent’s full invasion plan was delayed for several years.

Directly or indirectly, more than 100,000 Abnormal People have died at Lin Feng’s hands.

His talent and his achievements, even the invincible Hai Shan sometimes sighs for them.

This is a human genius who even he finds astonishing.

The bounty on Lin Feng on the Divine Martial Continent is much higher compared to human Emperors, even several times higher.

Given Lin Feng’s talent, the probability of becoming an Emperor in the future is very high.

Emperor, Hai Shan has killed before.

The purely earthly Emperors, he has killed five, plus those from the Divine Martial Continent, a minimum of thirty.

His title of invincibility is earned through a trail of slaughter.

Logically, he wouldn’t care about an Emperor at all.

But what if this Emperor is only 23 years old?

This rate of growth, even for him, is shocking and leaves him feeling inadequate.

"No, Lin Feng debuted as an Apostle and cleared ten trials in a row. According to the Pure Land’s rules, clearing ten trials in a row means becoming the new Celestial King!"

Gandhi explained.

This explanation made Hai Shan realize.

A 23-year-old King, such cultivation speed is already outrageous and somewhat defies logic.

If it’s a 23-year-old Emperor, that rate of growth would be too extraordinary.

"No wonder he dared to declare war on the Divine Martial Continent."

Hai Shan laughed lightly.

It’s been a year since the astronomical bounty was issued, yet Lin Feng is still alive, and even became the Thirteen Celestial Kings of the Pure Land.

In the future, trying to claim Lin Feng’s life will only become more challenging.

Such a human Demon Fiend, even the invincible Hai Shan pays some attention.

If he’s allowed to grow, it might become a real issue.

Unfortunately, he doesn’t have the time to grow.