They would observe more. Even if they wanted to accept disciples, they would only accept them after they had reached a certain level of achievement. Not every Dharma Idol with laws would have extraordinary achievements, and not every mediocre Dharma Idol was destined to have no future. For example, when Molton first entered the Holy Land, his potential was not outstanding, and he was not valued. Later, he accumulated a lot of experience and broke through the Initial and Middle Phases of the Heroic Soul Stage in two years, setting a cultivation record in the Holy Land. His Dharma Idol also completed a rare third transformation, which was why a 7-star Great Teacher, Kroja, made an exception to accept him as a disciple.
Therefore, if one wanted these high-level Great Teachers to take a fancy to a newcomer and accept him as a disciple, one really had to have heaven-defying talent. It was rare to see one in a decade.
But this time, first, there was Si Jiali, who was accepted as a personal disciple by 8-star Great Teacher Sophia. Now, there was Solomon. This batch of newcomers was simply heaven-defying! It was said that his Dharma Idol had a certain law of time. Although it was only hearsay, it was enough to make one's imagination run wild. There was no doubt that among the various laws that the Holy Land respected, the law of time was definitely one of the best.
A faint circle of light revolved around Solomon's fingertips. There was a fluffy white mouse on his hand. When it came into contact with the faint light, the little white mouse quickly became thin. However, it was not the same as having its nutrients or essence sucked away. It was more like a natural aging, the vitality of its life draining away from its body. Its skin became wrinkled and loose, the muscles on its body became withered, and the light in its eyes lost its luster. In a short minute, its entire life was over, and it quickly turned into a pile of bones. Solomon blew at the skeleton, and the complete skeleton disintegrated, turning into powder and dissipating in the air.
"Can it go further?" a middle-aged man wearing a Great Teacher robe but a crown on his head asked faintly.
Solomon bowed respectfully. "Teacher, I can still make time flow faster, about twice as fast."
"Not bad, but it's far from enough." Great Teacher Geoffrey's voice was cold. "I once saw a person who controlled the law of time in the Fifth Dimension. He could turn the sea into mulberry fields with a single thought."
"It's hard to imagine the field that you've come into contact with." Solomon flattered him without saying a word.
Great Teacher Geoffrey just looked at him calmly. After a long time, he said, "You're wrong. He's just a Heroic Soul like you."
Solomon's smile froze.
"Of course, you don't have to belittle yourself. He has already reached the peak of the Heroic Soul Stage and is about to break through. His realm is much higher than yours." Geoffrey said calmly, "Cultivation is not child's play. I'm not saying this to discourage you. Your talent is not bad, but this is just the beginning. It represents a possibility. You need to be respectful and not waste it."
"Yes."
"When Great Teachers from the Holy Land take in disciples, they usually give them a generous gift." A faint smile finally appeared on Geoffrey's face, and his cold voice softened a little. "I'm a rather casual person, so I don't have any special preparations. If you have anything you want or wish, you can tell me directly."
"To be able to cultivate by Master's side is this disciple's greatest honor. This disciple has no other request."
"Hehe, those who are not greedy for small benefits must have a big plan." Geoffrey's eyes flashed with wisdom. "Your answer makes me even more curious. Tell me, there's no need to pretend in front of me."
Beads of perspiration could be seen on Solomon's forehead. Facing an expert like Emperor Geoffrey, even if the other party did not take the initiative to release his aura, the pressure that came from the spiritual level was not something that a mere Heroic Soul Stage could easily withstand. Solomon was the only exception. If he was an ordinary Heroic Soul, he would have nowhere to hide in front of such a person. He would have devoutly and impatiently revealed all his secrets.
"This disciple … longs for the rise of the Empire! Even to replace the Federation! " In the end, Solomon did not completely withstand it, but he did not completely collapse either. The secrets deep in his heart were still there. As for longing for the rise of the Empire and replacing the Federation, it was human nature for him to be the ruler of the Empire.
However, the Holy Land had always supported the Federation.
As soon as he said this, Solomon's heart began to feel a little uneasy. It was very likely that this sentence would arouse the other party's disgust. It was not easy to get this opportunity, but it was very likely that it would be ruined because of this sentence.
However, Geoffrey just smiled. "Hehe, why are you so nervous? From your point of view, there's nothing wrong with that."
"It's a good thing to have desires. Only with desires will there be motivation." Great Teacher Geoffrey stood up. In Solomon's perception, he was simply unimaginably tall and towering like a mountain. "Some people pursue longevity, some people pursue power, and naturally, some people pursue authority and leave their names in history. In essence, there is no difference."
Solomon was a little surprised. He had expected various reactions from Geoffrey, but he did not expect him to not have any prejudice against this at all. In fact, he even had a little appreciation. Solomon was sure that Geoffrey was definitely not a sage from the Empire. "Master … doesn't you care about the conflict between the Empire and the Federation?"
"Hehe, don't worry too much about the difference between the Empire and the Federation." Geoffrey said indifferently, "For the Holy Land, whether it's the Empire or the Federation, whoever rules Earth is the same. It's just a spokesperson for the Holy Land on Earth. Face your desires. In this world, there has always been a difference between the strong and the weak, and there is no absolute good or evil. As long as you are strong enough and have enough say in the Holy Land, even if you want to overthrow the two regimes and support a new force, it will just be an exchange of interests at the negotiating table, not to mention replacing the Federation. "
"Of course, I don't care. Besides, there are many people in the Holy Land who think like me." Great Teacher Geoffrey looked at him with encouragement and appreciation in his eyes. "Of course, everyone has no intention of changing the status quo for the time being. I like ambitious people, but if you want to achieve your own wishes, the premise is that you are strong enough. "
"Yes." Solomon lowered his head. Under his calm expression, he concealed the monstrous waves in his heart.
Solomon already knew about the existence of the Holy Land and understood how powerful it was. The real game and the real decision was in the Holy Land.
But he still didn't expect that in the Holy Land, in the Mystic Sect that was supposed to support the Federation, there were people like Great Teacher Geoffrey who didn't care about the survival of the Federation. Geoffrey even admitted that there were many people who thought like this in the Holy Land. As long as they were strong enough and had enough benefits, there was a certain discrepancy with the original information.
There was a certain discrepancy with the original information. This might change his original plan, but so what? Plans could never keep up with changes. Only making the best choice for oneself was the instinct that a true king should have. There were infinite possibilities in the future.
… …
Two 8-star Great Teachers and two Direct Disciples had stirred up a storm in the Holy Land over the past few days. There were endless topics of discussion, leading to the mainstream of the newcomers' social circle.
Everyone was talking about them. Some were jealous, some were jealous, some were envious, and some were worshipping them. However, some were unmoved and focused on doing their own things.
The official registration of the Three Great Forces would be held tomorrow. After the incident with the mustache man, Wang Zhong kept a low profile and no longer made any outrageous remarks. As expected, no one bothered him anymore.
Taking advantage of the last few days, Wang Zhong went to the Three Great Forces to understand the situation in detail and listened to some interesting lessons. He also had a new evaluation of the Mystic Sect, the Sparta Clan, and the Tyrants. Although there were some differences from what he knew before, the general feeling was still the same. Wang Zhong didn't dislike the mediocrity of the Sparta Clan and the rigid teaching methods similar to those in the Federation Academy. In fact, he could be said to be quite used to it, but he was already a little tired of it. On the path of cultivation, one had to constantly comprehend and innovate. If one always followed the footsteps of the past for convenience, it would only make one's cultivation path narrower and narrower. The Mystic Sect focused on soul cultivation, which was the least urgent for Wang Zhong. Therefore, after a comprehensive comparison, the Tyrants were still the most suitable.
In the last two days, Wang Zhong listened to almost all the lessons in the Tyrants' teaching area. Every day, he felt that novel ideas were being poured into his mind. For example, he had always thought that the Tyrants, who only emphasized physical training and pursued the limit of physical strength, definitely attached great importance to the physical body. But in fact, from another perspective, the people of the Tyrants didn't care about the physical body the most. They casually referred to the physical body as a 'skin bag' and could be replaced at will. They believed that only by maintaining the perfection of the 'skin bag' could one's soul truly last forever. Thinking about it, it made sense. How could a force that could freely modify one's body care about one's physical body?
The novel ideas made Wang Zhong feel intoxicated. However, after two days of lessons, he had personally felt the unfriendliness of the Tyrants.
More than half of the members of the Tyrants were dimensional humans who were born and raised in the Holy City. Perhaps it was because their genes were on average higher than those on Earth that the dimensional humans were quite outstanding in appearance. They had big eyes and high noses. The males were handsome and the females were beautiful. Their skin was fair, and most of their hair was golden. It wasn't a sickly pale yellow, but a true golden yellow. When the sunlight shone on them, it would reflect a faint golden light, making it quite easy to recognize them.
This was definitely the base camp of the dimensional humans. It was said that several successive leaders of the Tyrants had been dimensional humans. The xenophobic atmosphere here had been around for a long time. The dimensional humans believed that they had a noble bloodline and had better overall genes than ordinary humans. In fact, the probability of producing experts among the dimensional humans was indeed much higher than that of Earth. Just think about how a city with a population of hundreds of thousands of people could compare to the number of people sent by the Earth Federation to the Three Great Forces. It was enough to show how strong the genes of the dimensional humans were and how high the probability of producing experts was.
However, their powerful genes didn't match their identity. The dimensional humans belonged to the second class in the Holy Land, only one class higher than slaves. They had a little freedom in the Holy City, but they were still lowly in the end. Although the best among them could squeeze into the Three Great Forces with their strength and get rid of their second-class lowly status, the status quo of the entire dimensional human race was still unchangeable. The absolute power of the higher-ups in the Holy Land was something that the dimensional humans couldn't touch, so they had to keep a low profile.
Perhaps it was because of this dissatisfaction that the dimensional humans weren't very friendly to the newcomers of the Federation. In fact, they treated the Tyrants even worse than the odd-looking aliens who entered the Holy Land.
Of course, the Tyrants couldn't completely rely on the dimensional humans to develop. They still attached great importance to the newcomers of the Federation. It was said that before Laura and the others entered the Holy Land, a Great Teacher in the Tyrants had already announced internally that they were going to recruit new people. If any dimensional human Holy Disciple dared to pick a fight with the newcomers of the Federation because of their beliefs, they would definitely be severely punished.
Most of the newcomers from the Federation who were interested in the Tyrants were heavy soldiers. Wang Zhong saw Noraba, Pomo, and Zhao Tianlong. Everyone was also making their final preparations. During several classes, Wang Zhong saw these people taking the initiative to ask questions in an attempt to leave a deep impression on the teachers. Zhao Tianlong and Pomo didn't seem to have much of an effect, but Noraba had successfully attracted the attention of a teacher, who invited Noraba over for tea. Although teachers didn't have the right to accept Successor Disciples, they would have a vote in the first round of voting when the major forces officially registered. If a teacher took a fancy to them, they would be guaranteed a place in the first round of registration, and that would be considered pretty good.
It was still early after the last class in the afternoon, so Wang Zhong habitually walked around. He was likely to live in the Tyrants' territory in the future, so there was no harm in knowing more about the surrounding environment.
At this moment, the 3D map on the Skylink appeared considerably more convenient. By clicking on it, one could freely zoom in and out. When zoomed in, one would be able to see the entirety of the Adalia Continent floating in the air. When zoomed in, one would be able to see every single street and every single shop, just like a 3D satellite image. However, it was unable to reveal the existence of any life forms.
The teaching area of the Tyrants was concentrated in the Holy Disciple Area B. Each area was actually quite large. There were four or five streets, and just the streets alone could easily accommodate tens of thousands of people. In the middle, there was also the student dormitory area A. If he wanted to walk around all of them, he might not even have enough time for an entire day.
Most of these areas were divided according to the subjects taught. Wang Zhong was quite interested in the alchemy subject that he had recently come into contact with, and alchemy was undoubtedly one of the most popular elective subjects in the Holy Land.
The so-called alchemy, to put it simply, was the combination of item A and item B to produce item C. It was similar to chemistry in the old era, but more detached.
Keeping a portion of the basic tools was thanks to the various strange materials and elemental compositions in the vast and boundless Fifth Dimension. Just the most basic alchemy elemental table alone had more than 7,000 basic elemental units. There were common elements on Earth such as lead, iron, silver, and mercury. There were also dimensional materials such as Secret Gold, Gloom Darkness, Light Essence, and Demon Blood.
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