Boom!
The corpse of Bahmon fell to the ground, his eyes wide open in death.
“You think you can tempt me with money and power? Hmph…”
Wu Ming sneered, “Do you actually believe you’re someone like an eighth or ninth-stage expert?”
With Bahmon’s death, the entire basement returned to silence. Faintly, heavy footsteps could be heard coming from the mansion above.
“Hmm… I originally thought that Markur was the real mastermind behind the Three-Eyed Cult. But now it seems the true leader was Bahmon all along?”
Reaching such a position, Wu Ming couldn’t help but admire his opponent a little.
He walked to the corner where Bahmon had hidden earlier. With a probe of his spiritual sense, he quickly found a well-concealed small room.
Inside, stacks of paper currency piled up like mountains. There were also various ancient gold and silver coins, and a large number of gemstones carelessly scattered on the floor, as if they were mere broken stones.
“His family’s wealth is indeed substantial…”
Wu Ming didn’t even glance at them. Instead, he directly connected his consciousness to the Primordial God Space and waved his hand. Instantly, all the gold, silver, jewels, and paper money vanished.
Only at the center, on a black table, lay a hardcover book with a black cover, quietly resting there.
The book was thin and slightly old, resembling an ancient notebook. Yet as Wu Ming approached slightly, he sensed a glimmer of supernatural power emanating from it.
“This must be an ancient text infused with power, just like the ‘Book of the End’!”
Wu Ming immediately recognized its nature.
He casually flipped through a few pages and saw a ritual described within. It detailed how to summon the Three-Eyed God from the void through cruel sacrifices and gain power in return.
Unfortunately, Bahmon’s talent was limited. He had only managed to beastify Markur. Originally, he had planned to let the latter draw attention while he fled secretly. But he never expected to encounter Wu Ming, who played entirely by his own rules, and thus met his tragic end.
Wu Ming shrugged, silently mourning Bahmon’s misfortune for a second, before promptly retreating.
By the time he exited the mansion, police sirens wailed in the distance, completely surrounding Bahmon’s estate.
But obviously, the reinforcements brought by the Special Investigation Unit had arrived far too late.
…
The next day.
While various newspapers in Feiying City were enthusiastically reporting on yesterday’s events and speculating about the truth behind Councilor Bahmon’s downfall, Wu Ming had already boarded an airship, quietly leaving the city.
His former identity as an investor was naturally discarded. Now, he was seated in a regular business class cabin.
Due to the short travel time, there were no private compartments—just rows of wooden seats, somewhat similar to an airplane cabin.
A steward pushed a cart, selling snacks and drinks. Wu Ming, meanwhile, had his eyes slightly closed, appearing to be asleep. In reality, his consciousness was focused entirely within the Primordial God Space.
“Steward!”
Wu Ming directly projected his thoughts with intent, “Display the current data of the Primordial God Space!”
An illuminated screen immediately appeared:
[Primordial God Space]
[Controlled Zones: Intelligence Core Zone, Divine Realm Zone, Unnamed Zone]
[Number of Petitioners: 3,377]
[Reserve of Spiritual Energy: 467,000 units]
…
“Excellent! I never expected that just defeating a Three-Eyed Cult could contribute so much spiritual power…”
Thinking about the Three-Eyed Holy Scripture he had seized, Wu Ming fell into contemplation again. This world did not reject supernatural forces, and its potential was extremely high.
Behind the Three-Eyed Cult, there might indeed be a real evil deity hiding in the crevices of the void. This god might continuously tempt humans in this world, using faith and sacrifices as a bridge to gradually find a way to descend into this world.
“Without realizing it, I’ve angered yet another powerful existence…”
A cold smile appeared on Wu Ming’s lips.
Once he truly developed his strength, even if this evil god did descend, it would still be uncertain who would defeat whom.
“For now, the most pressing matter is to improve the Primordial God Space as soon as possible…”
Although the Primordial God Space possessed the power of creation, Wu Ming realized that directly using it to ascend to the sixth level would be difficult—not only would it consume an enormous amount of spiritual energy, but even if successful, his foundation would be unstable, which would be counterproductive.
In contrast, other Reincarnators could be freely elevated through rewards, since he had no intention of allowing them to develop to the highest levels.
“Using Reincarnators to explore the mysteries of the world is one aspect. Another is that the Primordial God Space needs to harvest their True Soul Marks to grow…”
Wu Ming now had a rough understanding of the origin of the Primordial Temple.
Perhaps those thousands of planes, spaces, and even worlds were all contributions from the Reincarnators under the guidance of that ancient expert!
It was like raising pigs—letting them grow to the sixth or seventh level, letting them develop their own blessed lands, caves, and worlds, and then harvesting them all at once to construct the Primordial Temple, an incredible artifact beyond imagination.
Now, the path for the Primordial God Space to improve itself was somewhat similar.
“The explorations of Reincarnators are essentially attempts to understand the laws of reality. Through the final recovery of their True Souls, the Primordial God Space can gain insights into the world and extract truths…”
A profound realization suddenly emerged in Wu Ming’s mind.
“Isn’t this approach similar to the Dao of Great Liberation, which involves purging impurities and refining the essence of the Dao?”
“I’ve been desperately seeking the Dao of Great Liberation, yet I never realized that the ancient expert had already embedded part of his understanding into the construction of the Primordial Temple!”
Wu Ming’s gaze turned complex: “I wonder if my original self has grasped this principle yet…”
…
Within the Primordial God Space, in the Divine Realm Zone.
On the plains, numerous houses gathered together, forming a small town. Around it, wheat fields and orchards had been cultivated. Occasionally, petitioners could be seen laboring in the fields, creating a peaceful rural atmosphere.
At the center of the town stood a grand church.
The vast and solemn hall was entirely made of marble. At the center of the altar was the statue of Wu Ming’s Redemption God.
Many petitioners gathered here, praying devoutly:
“Our God was born from chaos, the God of Redemption!
Your divine realm is our final sanctuary. You command the path of redemption, and your authority spreads across the land!”
…
“My followers!”
Wu Ming’s will descended, manifesting as a mighty, resonant voice.
“Our Lord! You have descended!”
The petitioners were instantly moved to tears, their faith forming into holy tides.
“My people, my followers, my warriors!”
A burst of light appeared on the statue, and soon the entire statue seemed to come alive, speaking:
“You are all my faithful believers. Now, I shall bestow upon you a trial!
Among you, those who prove their true devotion will endure a series of hardships and ultimately earn the right to become my divine emissaries!”
“We obey, O mighty Lord of Redemption!”
An elderly priest-like figure crawled forward tremblingly: “Your servant is willing to accept any trial to prove his loyalty!”
Wu Ming’s divine decree was an irrefutable divine edict that they could not refuse.
“Excellent! The first trial will commence after three sunsets. I require you to select the one hundred among you who possess the strongest will and greatest martial prowess!”
Maintaining a certain distance between gods and mortals was essential to preserve mystery and authority—an indispensable method of governance.
This was precisely what Wu Ming intended to do.
After issuing the divine decree, he immediately withdrew his consciousness, returning the church to its original state.
But a god’s words were divine edicts—impossible to be easily dismissed. Indeed, the worshippers were already springing into action, preparing for the selection in three days. Meanwhile, Wu Ming was already constructing the illusory paradises that would be used to test the Reincarnators.
“The creation of illusory paradises depends on spiritual energy, of course… but if they can also align with the myths and history of this world, they will appear more realistic. Perhaps even connect with true planes…”
Each world harbored hidden secrets.
Although the illusory paradises were built upon illusions and fantasies, these fantasies were not baseless. They might have origins, perhaps even being semi-planes or void rifts attached to this world.
Through the techniques of the illusory paradises, it might even be possible to fish out these drifting planes, one by one.
“For the first reincarnation task, let’s keep it simple. One historical scenario, one fantasy scenario, and one entirely fabricated false plane…”
“Primordial God Space!”
Wu Ming waved his hand. As the steward’s solemn voice echoed, massive amounts of spiritual energy were rapidly consumed, forming three faintly glowing points before him.
These were three miniature illusory paradises, far less complete than the previous Western Zhou Xiyu Ji world. Their power ceilings were also very low. But for the first attempt by the Reincarnators, they would suffice.
Among these three worlds, the first was a famous historical scenario from the Steam World. The second world was based on a well-known fantasy novel. As for the last one, it was purely Wu Ming’s whimsy—a world filled with vampires and corruption, a tribute to his past life.
“Still… these newly created illusory paradises inevitably have flaws. And the initial cultivation of Reincarnators, the difficulty of the scenarios, the calculation of achievements, and the exchange of rewards…”
Clearly, such a massive computational task could only be handled by the intelligent steward.
Moreover, at the beginning, the steward couldn’t even simulate suitable experiments. Real-world testing was necessary to collect data.
This task naturally fell upon the petitioners.
Under the divine decree, they would gladly accept the trials—even if it meant going to hell.
In reality, they were merely “internal testers.” Through their adventures, the steward could collect sufficient data and refine the system.
And they would never leak any secrets—making them the perfect test subjects.
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