Picking Up Supreme Treasures in the Dream Realm

"This is truly terrifying!

"Because it means that those outside the loyalty system are actually just a group of slaves.

"No, their fate is even more miserable than that of slaves; they are merely walking, talking sacrifices.

"I can’t believe such a system that goes against the tide of history still appears in modern society.

"The most ironic thing is, Carmenia, once considered the beacon of democracy by the world, now plans to implement this inhumane system.

"But admittedly, once the loyalty system is established and the Federation has enough loyalists, maybe this evil system will truly work.

"This reminds me of what Great Xia’s media said recently, that this nation of over 700 million people is conducting Canglan Star’s largest experiment in authoritarian systems."

Frost paused for a moment, his fingers moving even faster.

"If the Carmenia Federation ultimately defeats the Eastern Giant Dragon, the entire Canglan Star will become a Demon Breeding Farm.

"I really can’t imagine such a terrifying thing, and I don’t want my family and friends to live in a Demon Breeding Farm.

"Therefore, I sincerely hope Great Xia wins as soon as possible—no, it should destroy the Carmenia Federation.

"However, this is bound to be a difficult task because powerful demons stand behind the Carmenians.

"Given the strength of the Demon Race, one can easily imagine they’ve done such things to many Civilization Worlds."

Frost’s hands stopped for a second before typing another line.

"As I sit at the Demon Gate, a strong pessimism about Canglan Star’s future suddenly washes over me.

"The Primordial World is so dangerous, and races as frightening as demons must not be few. Could the fate of the Canglan People be total extinction, with the Canglan Civilization becoming history?

"I hope that day never comes!!"

Frost sighed and suddenly lost the mood to write in his diary, so he closed his laptop.

At that moment.

A loud voice resonated throughout the lounge: "Everyone, please follow me to the World Gate!"

Frost quickly stuffed his laptop into his backpack, stood up, and walked toward the door.

Not long after.

Frost stepped out of the elevator and followed the crowd into a winding passage.

He took a few steps, his nostrils flaring, immediately catching a faint scent of blood.

The journalist resisted the urge to vomit and muttered to himself, "The rumors were true; this Demon Gate is also a product of blood sacrifice!"

Frost scrutinized the strange patterns on the passage’s surface, thinking of a sentence for his diary: "I feel like I’m walking in the intestines of a demon, about to enter the demon’s stomach."

A minute later.

He saw the Demon Gate with his own eyes.

It was a silver-white ring floating mid-air, surrounded by layers of ripples.

Frost immediately felt that the smell of blood he caught earlier was even stronger now, mixed with an indescribable stench.

His throat moved slightly, increasingly wanting to vomit.

"It’s so magnificent!"

"It’s simply a miracle!"

Praises drifted over.

The other journalists from the media group all picked up their cameras, beginning to shoot the Demon Gate from different angles.

This was specifically arranged for the media group as a photo session.

Frost also immersed himself in the work.

He demonstrated excellent photographic skills, making the Demon Gate in his lens appear exceptionally grand.

After a while.

Two staff members from the Mount of Gods approached, quietly reminding the journalists to step back a little.

Frost understood immediately; the Demon Gate was about to open.

The staff deliberately mentioned, "Do not film after the opening, only capture footage when the Holy Flame Legion arrives."

Frost was thoroughly confused.

Why can’t they film?

Frost retreated to the wall, patiently waiting for over ten seconds, finally understanding the reason.

"Boom!"

A sound like virtual thunder echoed.

Frost shuddered all over from fright.

The rotation speed of the silver-white ring suddenly accelerated significantly, and the ripples became noticeably denser.

A bizarre scene appeared.

A faint blood mist emerged spontaneously from the ripples.

How could Frost not understand? This was a reason the Mount of Gods forbade filming; the blood mist instantly evokes thoughts of blood sacrifice.

He pursed his lips, feeling further disgust toward the Carmenia Federation.

The rumors were spot on!

The establishment of the Demon Gate indeed involved large-scale blood sacrifices!

"Thud! Thud!"

Heavy footsteps sounded.

Frost looked toward the sound and immediately saw a group of iron cans entering the hall in formation.

He didn’t need to ask to know this must be the troupe hailed as Canglan Star’s first all-warrior legion.

These people wear such heavy armor, naturally, to resist the fierce sandstorms of the Death Black Sand Sea.

"Clap! Clap!"

Warm applause followed.

Frost suppressed his inner loathing, plastered a full fake smile on his face, and clapped vigorously.

Yet inwardly he cursed, "Damn blood sacrifice legion!"

The so-called "Blood Sacrifice Legion" is how various online platforms refer to the Holy Flame Legion.

Another thought for his diary flashed in his mind: "The Blood Sacrifice Legion isn’t equipped with exoskeletons but instead chose heavy, iron-can-like armor.

"Although Carmenians have repeatedly claimed the Federation is developing more advanced exoskeletons than the Tianfu Craft Series."

"But this sufficiently proves outsiders’ opinions, that Carmenia’s exoskeleton technology can’t match the Eastern Giant Dragon.

"The ironclad fact proves that Great Xia is the technological pinnacle of Canglan Star."