Merging with Demon Spirits

Shangjing.

Just as Lin Feng became Celestial King Hua, in a smoke-filled room with exceptionally poor air quality, a special meeting had been underway for an hour.

Sixteen people were present at this meeting, seven of whom were Emperors, and the rest held high positions in various major departments. It could be said that these sixteen individuals represented the peak of Hua Country’s combat power and authority.

Their decisions would influence the future of Hua Country and even the future of the world.

Among them was the Clan Leader of the Yang Race, Yang Qingtian.

Having recently stepped into the Martial Emperor Realm, he was now promoted to Minister of the Shangjing Security Department, qualified to attend national decision-making meetings.

Sitting across from Yang Qingtian was an old acquaintance from the Avengers Alliance, Zhou Chengfeng.

Compared to his previously skeletal and decrepit appearance, now he seemed like a transformed person.

His long gray-white hair casually draped over the back, clothed in a white, retro Tang suit with gold-threaded patterns on the cuffs. He sat straight-bodied, in a scholarly manner, with bright eyes hidden beneath deep-set eye sockets.

Zhou Chengfeng swept a glance around the conference room, quickly recalling each person’s power level, position, personality, and background in his mind. Finally, his gaze landed opposite on Yang Qingtian, his eyes carrying an inscrutable meaning.

This was also the first time he had such close contact with Yang Qingtian.

Compared to others, he understood better the terror of Lin Feng. Solely those Divine Level Soul Skills were not something that could be explained by innate talent.

Across the world, there were quite a few people with innate talent, but how many had four different Divine Level Soul Skills?

And they were of different attributes.

Counting the Divine Martial Continent, it seems only Lin Feng reached this level.

And this was just the information he knew.

Lin Feng originally possessed a monstrous talent, yet he still harbored a secret profound enough to shake the world.

This secret he didn’t know, but it was certain to be rarer and more precious than Yun Kai’s Ancestral Demonization.

The Yang Qingtian before him had no idea what he gave up.

It was definitely not as simple as a future Emperor!!!

Facing Zhou Chengfeng’s gaze, Yang Qingtian nodded slightly.

He knew who rescued Zhou Chengfeng, so he could roughly guess the implication behind the other’s gaze.

To this, his expression remained calm, but inwardly, he let out a slight bitter smile.

Lin Feng’s identity was no longer a secret. Everyone present knew it, with many teasing his overly high standards, saying the Yang Family’s threshold was too high, even someone as formidable as Lin Feng was looked down upon.

This had become a joke in their circle, known to everyone except perhaps the common folk, but it’s feared it won’t stay hidden for long.

By then, the Yang Race would likely become the topic of national discussion and ridicule.

With Lin Feng becoming a King, joining the Pure Land, and becoming Celestial King Hai’s Apostle, Yang Qingtian no longer hoped for Lin Feng’s return to the clan.

Fortunately, he himself had now successfully stepped into the Martial Emperor Realm, so he didn’t care that much about Lin Feng anymore.

"A year has passed, what is the current world situation? Could someone briefly introduce it?"

At the round table, an elderly man with white hair asked in a deep tone.

As his words fell, a middle-aged man in a stiff Zhongshan suit quickly replied: "Countries have prepared for full-scale war. According to yesterday’s latest data, worldwide, 2,551 Space Gates have been closed, surpassing the target number. During this process, casualties exceeded five hundred million, with seventy million still in the wild, unable to reach nearby Base Cities and Satellite Cities in a short time."

"The speed of Space Gate fusion and the frequency of their appearance continues to accelerate, now 1.7 times that of a year ago, and 3.2 times that of two years ago. Based on this frequency, it’s estimated that full-scale war will occur within 7 to 15 years."

These were public information, so no one was surprised, though everyone’s expression turned more somber.

The white-haired elder continued to ask: "Is there any new progress from the Alien Destruction Federation?"

A year ago, the World Alliance broadcasted globally, announcing the establishment of the Alien Destruction Federation, gathering various scientific talents to find solutions to the Divine Martial Continent invasion.

The Alien Destruction Federation’s headquarters were in the Russian Federation, with over a hundred from Hua Country also attending, and a branch in Shangjing. Information and results were shared.

The man in the Zhongshan suit shook his head at the white-haired elder, with a trace of disappointment in his voice: "There haven’t been any breakthroughs."

The white-haired elder’s expression was more disappointed than anything, but there was also anger: "A year has passed, with unlimited monetary and resource supplies, they were given everything they asked for, yet there’s still no results. It’s like keeping a bunch of useless people on a payroll, it would be better to disband them, as they’re just wasting resources!"

Amidst the scolding, the atmosphere turned somewhat oppressive, and no one spoke for a while.

"Minister Zhou, do you have any suggestions?"

The white-haired elder shifted his gaze to Zhou Chengfeng, asking politely.

Having refined the Light Brain Beast, Zhou Chengfeng, hailed as possessing the most powerful brain, was comparable to a top-level think tank team.

In the year since his return to Shangjing, he submitted 173 Advanced Cultivation Techniques, 9 King Level Cultivation Techniques, and 639 Demon Spirit evolution routes, proving his worth and drawing the world’s attention.

Now, Zhou Chengfeng was the Deputy Minister of the Strategic Department, which was the reason he could attend this meeting.

"The Alien Destruction Federation has had some results over the past year, but it’s not significant and has no impact on the situation. The war between the two worlds ultimately boils down to a battle of the strong. The number of strong on the Divine Martial Continent is three times that of humans, and thermal weapons cannot bridge this gap. In my view, only by internally weakening the enemy and causing divisions and infighting among the major forces of the Divine Martial Continent, do we have a chance of victory in this war."

Zhou Chengfeng slowly said.

"Internal strife? How to cause internal strife among the Abnormal People forces?"

Someone immediately asked.

Others frowned slightly, some were indifferent, and some showed a mocking expression, but no one was surprised by Zhou Chengfeng’s words.

This method had been suggested long ago, but the question was how to implement it.

If they’re not of our race, their hearts must differ.

This is a fight for territory, a life-or-death war, with no possibility of compromise or coexistence.

Humans don’t trust the Alien Race, and the Alien Race likewise doesn’t trust humans. With no foundational trust, how can transactions and cooperation occur?

Moreover, in the current situation, the Divine Martial Continent has absolute dominance, why would they cooperate with the Human Race?

For any force, traitors are the most despised and hated existence. Who would willingly become a traitor unless driven to despair or faced with an irresistible temptation?

Turning someone into a traitor is tens or hundreds of times harder than directly killing them.

Moreover, you cannot confirm whether a traitor truly betrays. When you conspire with a tiger, there’s a significant chance of being backstabbed.

The Abnormal People are not that foolish, simple instigation does not work on them.

To everyone, the method mentioned by Zhou Chengfeng was just an impractical fantasy.

"If it’s difficult for Abnormal People to split, then split the races enslaved by them. They, as the cannon fodder of the Abnormal People, hold resentment and hostility towards them, but due to their lack of strength, they don’t dare express it." Facing everyone’s gazes, Zhou Chengfeng said.

"Are you referring to the Goblin Race? They’ve been enslaved by Abnormal People for a thousand years. Do they have the courage to rebel?" Yang Qingtian asked.

The Goblin Race was large in number, the second largest race on the Divine Martial Continent after the Abnormal People, but their strong were far fewer than the Abnormal People, so they’ve always been enslaved.

It is precisely because of the existence of the Goblin Race as cannon fodder that Abnormal People dare to launch battles recklessly because they themselves would not suffer too much loss.

The Goblin Race loves peace, preferring to live underground. Judging by their character and dwelling place, the possibility of them living peacefully with humans is high.

"Since they’re used as cannon fodder, why wouldn’t they dare to revolt? If they don’t, by the end of the war, their race will face extinction."

Zhou Chengfeng replied and then chuckled lightly: "Didn’t humans also have people and forces who surrendered to Abnormal People? Why couldn’t the Goblins choose to ally or cooperate with humans?"

"How to cooperate, and what conditions? Who goes to seek cooperation?" Hong Tao, who had been silent, asked at this moment.

It was difficult to convince the Goblin Race to risk annihilation to cooperate with humanity.

Moreover, why would they trust humans?

"Such cooperation requires the effort of all countries, not something one country can achieve." Zhou Chengfeng replied calmly.

Everyone didn’t bother too much about this issue. As Zhou Chengfeng said, cooperating with the Goblin Race couldn’t be decided by just a few of their words.

While everyone continued discussing other matters, a young man knocked on the door and walked into the conference room. Amid the astonished gazes, he spoke with a low tone, suppressing his inner excitement: "Lin Feng made his debut as an Apostle, clearing ten stages, becoming the thirteenth Celestial King of the Pure Land."

With these words, the room fell silent, leaving only the sound of slightly rapid breathing...