Everyone was forced to separate. The Earth and the humans were merely a level-4 civilization planet. In the Star Alliance and the divine territory, they were as inconspicuous as an ordinary grain of sand. Other than the guidance of their initial identity verification, they had never received any help from the Star Alliance. They were lonely and helpless. Furthermore, they had lost the power that made them unique and proud because of the new environment. They had tried many ways to change all of this. In these attempts, they had gradually dispersed from their initial group. This was because when they gathered in one area, they would only compete with their own people for the same job. Those treacherous alien races would use this to exploit them.
Mu Zi and Aiolos were the first to leave.
"After you left, we went through a few tough internal conflicts, and everyone completely dispersed. Some of our brothers even fell into depravity and became slaves. However, until now, many of our companions have gradually adapted, but none of them are as exaggerated as you …"
Mu Zi nodded. He had heard some information from certain channels, but it was not detailed. This was because everyone did not care about the Earth. Even when they were used as a topic of conversation, there was a sense of disdain. However, this was the situation that the humans hoped for. Although it was not good, there was no doubt that they would develop in a low-profile manner.
"Your face?"
"I encountered some things. This can be considered the price of maturity. You should know that our appearance is very attractive to some alien races."
Mu Zi smiled. Grai's temperament and appearance were undoubtedly the most outstanding among them. There was a kind of beauty that was called a source of disaster.
"In short, after killing our way out, I also went to the underground world. When I heard about the coffin, I guessed that the Netherworld River Wanderer was you. However, it was too unexpected. After confirming it a few times, I was only sure that it was you just now. How did you become the Netherworld River Wanderer?"
"You will know very soon." Mu Zi smiled as he spoke. He waved his hand, and in an instant, Grai felt as if the world had turned upside down. For a moment, it was as if they had sunk to the bottom of the Netherworld River, but it was also as if they were traveling in the mirror-like space of the Netherworld River. However, in the blink of an eye, he saw Mu Zi wave his arm again, and everything returned to normal in the blink of an eye.
Grai blinked. A massive island appeared in front of him. The small boat leisurely sailed towards the small island.
"This is …"
Mu Zi said, "This is Hell Island. At least, no one objects to me calling it that. Let's go to the island. I can be considered the island owner here."
When the two of them stepped onto the island, Grai could clearly feel a dense hostility rising from the island. In an instant, a mountain-like pressure locked him in place. Before he could speak, he heard Mu Zi's soft voice. Her voice was deep and profound, as if she was explaining something. Very quickly, the hostility and pressure quickly disappeared, and the pressure disappeared in an instant.
"Hell Island has its own consciousness, but it's very shallow. Currently, I'm helping it learn how to condense its own consciousness. Consider it my rent for staying here."
Grai did not find it strange. In the divine territory, there was no need to find anything strange. Most of the time, finding it strange meant that one did not have enough knowledge.
They arrived at the house that Mu Zi had built himself. The recent transactions had allowed Mu Zi to have sufficient daily necessities. Although the house was small, it had all the essentials. Mu Zi brewed a pot of tea for Grai and the two of them had a simple chat about their respective situations.
In reality, Grai had killed his way out. He was already wanted on the surface and could only survive in the underground world. Fortunately, his Blood Race bloodline was extremely adaptable. If not, he would have died a long time ago. However, he had a meticulous mind and endured patiently, allowing him to survive.
As for Mu Zi's experience, Grai could only click his tongue in wonder. The affinity of the Netherworld River was simply unbelievable. It was very obvious that the Netherworld River and deathly aura around Mu Zi were not aggressive. There was no doubt that this was a great opportunity.
"That's right. I have good news to share with you this time. Senior Wang Zhong has also come."
Upon mentioning Wang Zhong's name, Grai's tone involuntarily rose.
Mu Zi's eyes widened, and a pleasantly surprised smile appeared on his face. "Ah! Second Brother is here? That's great, that's great! "
Grai took a deep breath and said in a light tone, "Yes, Senior is Senior. The difficulties that we think are nothing to him. He is now the glory of the Earthlings and has entered the Heavenly Gates …"
Mu Zi listened to Grai's narration. His expression was as focused and serious as a child who was unwilling to sleep and wanted to listen to a story. When he heard the end, he heaved a long sigh of relief. "I have prepared many things for Second Brother. I knew that he would definitely be like this when he came here. Are we going to the Heavenly Treasures Street?"
Mu Zi felt a little itchy in his heart. He had used his identity as an almighty Netherworld River Wanderer to exchange for many good things. If he used them on Wang Zhong, it could be said that he was a treasure sword and a hero.
"It's best not." However, Grai shook his head and interrupted Mu Zi's imagination. When he noticed Mu Zi's disappointed expression, he explained, "Your current identity is rather special. Furthermore, if we really go to the Heavenly Treasures Street, it would be equivalent to putting all the pressure on Senior. If the Earthlings want to rise and stand firm, they need all the flowers to bloom."
Wang Zhong was like a ray of light that shot into the night sky. The humans who lived in the divine territory could see how dazzling he was. The Heavenly Treasures Street! This place had a new meaning to the humans because of Wang Zhong. However, any expert could see that there was a problem. Mo Wen and the others were the same. Indeed, they could go to the Heavenly Treasures Street, but they would not go. They knew Wang Zhong very well. From the moment Wang Zhong gave up on coming to the divine territory, they knew how strongly Wang Zhong was attached to his responsibilities. If they went, they would not be able to provide much help to Wang Zhong.
Perhaps Earthlings liked to fight among themselves, but once they faced powerful external pressure, their unity, wisdom, and tenacity would cause humans to explode with terrifying energy.
Mu Zi was also aware of this point. However, compared to Mo Wen, his relationship with Wang Zhong was much closer. Therefore, he hoped to be able to meet with Wang Zhong. He had many things to say and many thoughts on his mind. Not only did he need Wang Zhong's opinion, he also wanted to give him some suggestions.
"There will always be a chance. With your current identity as a Netherworld Wanderer, I think that you can expand your influence even more. Many people suspect that you are the spokesperson of an almighty being. I think that we can make use of this …" Grai expressed his thoughts.
Expanding the Netherworld River Wanderer was the most ideal way for them to help Wang Zhong. Through the transactions with the Wanderers, they could integrate a power that would listen to their commands and mobilizations. "We don't need them to be subordinate to us. We don't even need to directly attack them. We just need them to speak for us at crucial times. Of course, we have to cut out a power that is completely loyal to the Netherworld River Wanderer.
"Furthermore, even though you have not been seen through by others, if you personally appear every time you make a transaction, they will discover your flaws sooner or later. Thus, we need to deliberately mystify things and use your ability to make others guess. For example, we can create a 'Netherworld King'!"
An expert who did not show his face and did not show his face would be like a fox borrowing the might of a tiger. This would give others a feeling of deterrence.
His and Mu Zi's strength had reached the peak of the Foundational Stage. However, unlike other civilizations and races, they had not found a way to enter the Void Core Realm.
There would always be problems with a Foundational Stage, but if they were just spokespeople, it would be a different story.
"Take it slow. Time makes the hero. Once the 'power' is formed and others start to look seriously at Earthlings, that will be the time for us to reunite!" Grai's smile was still as resolute as before.
The moment he left the Holy Land, Grai had matured. He was no longer that little junior who needed protection. With Mu Zi's abilities and his intelligence, perhaps he could stir up a storm in the underground world.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye. These few days were rather calm, and he attended his Combat Cultivation Hall classes as usual. However, it was very obvious that Lao Wang did not receive the so-called support and support.
Admiring his courage was one thing, but supporting him was another. Not to mention that supporting Wang Zhong was equivalent to standing on the opposite side of Balor, even without this worry, many low-leveled civilizations liked to step on each other. As compared to Balor's overbearingness, they disliked seeing Wang Zhong being in the limelight even more. They would feel that it was very normal if Balor defeated them, but if they were defeated by Wang Zhong, it would only make them seem even more useless.
Obviously, no one was optimistic about Wang Zhong's chances in this battle. On the other hand, Rowling J, Wanwan Min, and a few other good friends from the Law Enforcement Association asked Wang Zhong if he needed any help. With the abilities of the Machinery race and the insect race, even if the Life and Death Arena had been decided, as long as Wang Zhong wanted to go back on his word, they had the ability to help Lao Wang cancel the Life and Death Arena. This made Lao Wang feel warm.
However, Lao Wang simply rejected them. He definitely did not have absolute confidence in winning, but at least Lao Wang felt that he could fight. Furthermore, he was the one who had initiated this. Fighting in the Life and Death Arena with Balor was his wish. He had to pass this test himself.
Yes, there was a great disparity in their levels of power. This was the main reason why no one was optimistic about him. When the difference in power was too great, techniques were not enough to make up for it. This was not unreasonable, but they had overlooked many key things that belonged to Earthlings. To the divine territory, Earthlings were no different from passersby A. He wanted to change this. He also believed that other Earthlings were doing the same thing.
Earthlings did not come to the divine territory to struggle at death's door!
From Tianjing to Stuart, to the Holy Land, and then to the Mizobudapi World, he had encountered various types of opponents along the way. They surpassed the level of techniques, fighting spirit, adaptability, and so on. The experience gained from this was extremely valuable. Perhaps people in the divine territory, who pursued extreme power, did not think much of this, but Lao Wang firmly believed that this was the key to deciding victory.
He had no intention of underestimating the divine territory. The divine territory indeed had unique powers. Perhaps after reaching a high level, one would be able to completely ignore the effects of techniques and combat techniques. However, this was definitely not the superficial combat strength that the Combat Cultivation Hall pupils displayed. The so-called common sense of others could not sway Lao Wang's judgment.
For example, the Titan supervisor's teachings were rather sloppy, but Lao Wang could sense the sharpness that was hidden deep in the depths of the Titan supervisor's words and actions. As a result, Wang Zhong was very curious as to what level the Titan supervisor's techniques and combat techniques had reached. He was definitely able to teach some profound things, but he was simply unwilling to waste time on the so-called aristocratic children.
This was just like the previous Combat Cultivation Hall pupils. In the end, only an extremely small number of people were able to obtain true teachings. Some people could be directly selected, but Earthlings could not.
Thus, this battle was even more crucial. Not only was it a fierce battle, but Lao Wang wanted to use this battle to attract the attention of some decision makers and fight for a small opportunity for himself and the Earth …
When Wang Zhong arrived, many people had already gathered beside the Life and Death Arena in the Violence Arena. Not only were there from the Combat Cultivation Hall, but there were also many people from the Equipment Refinery Hall and the Pill Refinery Hall. No matter what, a Foundational Stage from a level-4 civilization taking the initiative to challenge a Void Core from a level-8 civilization to the Life and Death Arena was an extremely rare occurrence no matter what era it was in the divine territory. Regardless of whether they were truly interested or just wanted to watch the fun, there were also many old pupils. There were actually around 200 to 300 people.
"He failed to scheme against a Foundational Stage from a level-4 civilization and was even dragged into the Life and Death Arena. This Balor …" Some old pupils from the Blood Demon race silently shook their heads. It was unlikely that he would lose, but so what if he won? There was no glory in that. To Balor, who had the background of the Blood Demon race, he would have lost the moment he entered the Life and Death Arena.
"This is a farce. However, I don't know how long that Earthling can last in the Life and Death Arena."
"I heard that the Earthling was the one who suggested the Life and Death Arena. What exactly is he thinking? He is just a Foundational Stage. "
"Heh heh. He has defeated quite a few Void Cores in the Combat Cultivation Hall. He has probably become arrogant." Pigolo was also in the crowd. As an orthodox goblin, he was considered a distant relative of the Blood Demon race. Of course, they definitely did not have any friendly relations. In Pigolo's eyes, a Blood Demon like Balor, who had mingled in the Combat Cultivation Hall, was no different from trash. However, he was much better than Wang Zhong. "There is a world of difference between Void Cores. This country bumpkin from the lower worlds has never seen the world."
As he spoke, he intentionally or unintentionally looked at Shannali beside him. Shannali maintained her smile and had no intention of rebutting him.
"Pigolo, you can't say that. How can a country bumpkin obtain an elemental spirit messenger?" Someone deliberately disagreed. He was also a pupil from the Pill Refinery Hall. This was a circle that stood on the left side of the Life and Death Arena. Although there were the fewest people, only about 20 to 30 of them, they were the most eye-catching.
Pigolo glanced at the person who had spoken.
Kaman was a pupil from the same batch as him in the Pill Refinery Hall. Kaman's evaluation results were not as good as Pigolo's and was only a second-class pupil. However, recently, Elder Yimo had given him a level-7 pill mission, and he was the seventh person in the Pill Refinery Hall to complete it. Furthermore, the quality of the pill was rather good and had reached the standard of 50% -pills. He had formed the pill quickly and had a good quality. His natural endowments in pill studies were rather outstanding. In the Pill Refinery Hall, pill studies were equivalent to everything. Recently, Kaman had become popular in the Pill Refinery Hall and had a small reputation. Other than Celeste and the other top elites, second-class elites like Pigolo simply paled in comparison to him. This made Pigolo rather unhappy. Recently, the two of them had been at loggerheads in the Pill Refinery Hall. Pigolo never forgot to stir up trouble, and Kaman was not easy to deal with either. It would be impolite not to reciprocate. As long as there was a chance, Kaman would definitely mock him.
"Perhaps it is precisely because he is a country bumpkin, a blank piece of paper that is so idiotic that it makes people laugh. Thus, those elemental spirits are interested in him?" Pigolo immediately retorted. "Don't forget that elemental spirits do not recognize their masters based on their strength. They simply like interesting souls. A clown like him is the most suitable. "
"Perhaps." Kaman laughed. He had not wanted to speak up for Wang Zhong. He was just teasing Pigolo. The competition in the Pill Refinery Hall was very intense. Although this fellow was a goblin, in reality, he had the "natural endowments" of the Blood Demon race. He was similarly impulsive and reckless. For example, just now, he had casually refuted Kaman's words, and he wanted to immediately fight for victory. However, he did not know that his anxious attitude was like playing with a monkey when compared to Kaman's calmness. Regardless of the outcome, Pigolo had already lost.
Pigolo raised his eyebrows. Beside him, someone smoothed things over and said, "Heh heh. Both of you are right. However, some civilizations in the lower worlds, especially those that have just arrived in the Star Alliance, love to use the eyes of the lower worlds to size up the new things in the divine territory. However, this is understandable and unavoidable. Adaptation and evolution are also a part of the divine territory, and it is a long process. For those who have just entered the Star Alliance, it is impossible for them to truly integrate within at least a few hundred years. "
Pigolo and Kaman nodded. The small battle had disappeared without a trace. The people around them were also discussing this battle, but their expressions were relaxed. This was a battle between a Foundational Stage and a Void Core, especially when there was a gap of four civilization levels between them. There was no suspense in this kind of Life and Death Arena. It was only because of the strange relationship between Wang Zhong and Celeste, as well as the elemental spirit messenger, that everyone was curious and interested.
At that moment, it was gradually noon, and more and more people arrived.
"Celeste is here." Someone saw the daughter of the Heavenly Shell Crown Prince arrive. As the most dazzling representative of this batch of Heavenly Gates pupils and the leader of the four great experts, no matter where Celeste appeared, she would always attract attention. There was another person beside her. It was Senior Harley from the Pill One Association.
Recently, these two people were often seen in pairs, but they were not like lovers. Everyone knew that it was impossible for a gold Titan to fall in love with a member of the Shell race. The difference in their physiques was too great, and they did not have the same aesthetic standards. However, there was no need to talk about their friendship. It could be said that in the entire divine territory, other than the Natural race, who had helped the Shell race the most, the Titan race and the Shell race had the closest relationship. Furthermore, it was said that the families that Celeste and Harley belonged to were old friends. Furthermore, they were both from the Pill One Association, so it was not strange that they often came and went together.
Before these two people arrived, Pigolo and the other Pill Refinery Hall pupils were the most dazzling. However, once these two people arrived, they casually stood at the side of the arena and immediately became the most dazzling stars.
"The people from the Law Enforcement Association have also arrived. This is rare."
Just as these two people arrived, another heavyweight immediately arrived, causing everyone to raise their eyebrows. There were Wanwan Min, Rowling J, Rhode D, and the others. There were five insects and nine machines. They were all members of the Law Enforcement Association.
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