Chapter 126: Secret plan

Meanwhile, back with Li Qi.

Li Qi had already set off, taking Shen Shuibi and Bai Di with him, to meet his Senior Brother as stated in the invitation.

Inside the carriage.

The Earth Oil Realm had no airplanes.

"Young Master, I still don't understand why we let her go?" Bai Di racked his brains but couldn't comprehend what the Young Master was thinking.

So he simply asked.

Li Qi sat to the side and casually replied, "It's very simple. It's about muddying the waters. This organization definitely has a Child of Destiny. It's the Heavenly Dao's last resistance in this world; they are the local powerhouses here."

"If I were to meet him alone, it would seem like I'm using my power to force him to meet me. But what if he doesn't come? Right? And, thinking a bit deeper, what if he's ruthless and sets up a trap for us on the way, planning to kill me directly? What then?"

Li Qi said this, and then he straightened up, "So, introducing a third-party force at this time means that if I'm at a disadvantage, someone will suddenly jump out to help us."

"Ah? Are you that sure?" Bai Di said in disbelief.

While it made logical sense, how could he be so sure the other party would come?

Li Qi, however, looked relaxed, "It's a backup plan; I don't expect them to definitely come. It's best if they do, but it doesn't matter if they don't." Li Qi replied with a smile, "Ultimately, this struggle is just a game between me and that Young Master. What if someone loses? Can he kill me? Both sides just play their cards, and winning or losing depends on luck."

Upon hearing this, Bai Di felt relieved.

Indeed.

The purpose of this trip had actually been achieved; even he had a good understanding of the Dao Resonance from another realm.

What remained was simply to see who would win more rewards. The Heavenly Dao's compensation at that time, or the different Dao Resonance after the world's degradation, were all extra prizes in this game.

For the Young Masters, an eighth-grade outer world was nothing more than this.

And seeing Li Qi's relaxed demeanor, Bai Di couldn't help but admire him.

However, Shen Shuibi looked at Li Qi, her expression somewhat subtle.

It was as if some change had occurred in Li Qi.

But she shook her head and ultimately didn't say anything.

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Late night.

The moon hung in the sky, and the stars shone brightly.

In the desert, only the endless sky offered solace.

At the edge of this boundless desert, there was a small base.

Surprisingly, the environment and atmosphere here seemed very... peaceful?

Though it was called a rebel base, despite being filled with strong and capable armed personnel, they mostly exuded a particular temperament. For instance, most were silent, occasionally conversing in low voices, and a large number of them were reading.

The books generally lacked covers and appeared to be self-made.

But it was clear that their relationships seemed very good.

After all, emotions, no matter how strong a person, can silently seep into the most subtle cracks of the heart.

And coincidentally, human hearts are all flawed.

The return of Mother Lion Shā'ěr broke this tranquility.

Many people in the base came out to greet her.

She and Lu Li received a unanimous welcome from everyone; those who had escaped earlier rushed over, asking about her and Lu Li's safety.

"Captain! Are you alright?!" Her teammates fussed over her.

"Don't worry, I'm fine." Feeling their concern, Shā'ěr smiled and reassured them.

"Are you really alright, Captain? You were..." Her teammates seemed very uneasy.

"I said I'm fine. Do I look injured? Alright, if you have questions, ask Lu Li. I need to report to the higher-ups." Shā'ěr told her teammates around her, then left them to Lu Li.

Lu Li scratched his head, pondering what he couldn't say, but still tried his best to formulate what he could say in his mind, preparing for the upcoming questions.

As for Shā'ěr, she left the crowd, nodded to the onlookers from other teams, and walked directly towards "Number Three's" room.

In this organization, the highest-level leaders were uniformly referred to by code names.

There were six in total, calling themselves 'Number One' to 'Number Six'.

According to Number One, this was a requirement of a certain ritual; if they died in the future, their successors must maintain the same code name, otherwise the organization's existence would lose its meaning.

Everyone didn't know why, but Number One had high prestige, and everyone accepted this explanation.

Among these six leaders, Number Three was responsible for intelligence.

Shā'ěr had to report the intelligence to him.

Reaching Number Three's room, she knocked on the door.

In this base, everyone's rooms were similar; no one was nobler than another. Everyone had different divisions of labor based on their abilities, and their treatment was largely the same.

"Come in." A voice came from inside.

Shā'ěr pushed the door open and saw Number Three organizing documents.

Intelligence work always involved a lot of documents.

Shā'ěr walked in and said to Number Three, "I'm here to report on many things I encountered, specifically about the 'Young Master' we met."

Number Three was a very ordinary man, about fifty years old. He didn't wear a mask or engage in any mysterious practices; he was just a code name, otherwise, he was very normal.

In fact, everyone knew his real name was John.

As mentioned before, apart from the strange rules set by Number One, everyone here was actually quite similar and equal, all gathered for the same purpose.

And that goal was to get rid of the 'Immortals'.

The Immortals were the pests gradually leading this world to destruction.

"Regarding the 'Young Master' Number One mentioned? Number One said that if it's about this matter, you should talk to him directly." Number Three looked up and said to Shā'ěr.

"Is that so? Then I'll go to his place first." Shā'ěr said goodbye.

"Mm." Number Three nodded, continuing to bury himself in his documents.

Shā'ěr changed her destination again and went to Number One's room.

However, the door here was open.

She frowned, knocked, but found no one responded.

After waiting for a while, no one spoke.

She simply pushed the door open and entered.

As soon as she stepped through the doorway, the scene before her suddenly changed.

Then, she saw Number One, suspended in mid-air.

Inside was not a room, but a strange space suspended in the night sky. The night sky in all directions was as clear as a dream; the Milky Way rose from the southeast, and tens of thousands of bright spots condensed and scattered in the air, like fluorescent light shooting into dark crystal.

Looking at this quiet sky, presented within the room, the stars seemed to have shape and distance.

For Mortals, the distance of the starry sky had never been so distant yet within reach. All of this was dreamlike, yet seen with her own eyes.

Looking around, this inexplicably appearing starry sky was extremely brilliant, the Milky Way in the sky seemed to be on the verge of falling, shining like the gem-like eyes of a compassionate deity.

Number One, that familiar little girl, was floating amidst the star map, her expression pained, covered in sweat.

She looked like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, high school age, dressed ordinarily, but now she stood among the stars, her entire body wracked with pain.

Veins bulged, bones trembled, muscles spasmed, sweat poured, and her expression was distorted, as if she was being tortured by some irresistible torment.

Seeing this, Shā'ěr sighed.

Number One was doing this again.

However, there was no choice; it had to be done.

According to her own words, she was communicating with 'beyond the realm', exchanging things with worlds not controlled by the Immortals.

It sounded very mysterious.

But Shā'ěr knew it was true.

Because her own transformation surgery, the so-called 'Type A Transformed Human Manufacturing Standard', was obtained through this method.

The transformation process was very painful.

But it genuinely gave her power surpassing ordinary 'Immortals'.

It's just that... she hadn't expected the Immortals to have a higher existence like a 'Young Master'.

Shā'ěr sat down in the starry sky, waiting for Number One to complete her communication.

Usually, such communication would end within one to two hours; it wouldn't take too long.

Because Number One's body couldn't sustain it.

Such communication was very painful and tormenting; each use was a torture and shortened her lifespan.

Sitting on the ground, Shā'ěr began to think about her own situation.

From this encounter, it seemed that the Immortals had powerful individuals like the Young Master.

Then... was it possible that they had even stronger existences than the Young Master?

It was unimaginable. The Young Master's abilities were already enough to destroy a street, right? Stronger than a Young Master, would that mean directly overturning a city?

Such a disparity... what exactly were they, these people, even striving for...

Ultimately, they still had to rely on Number One.

Shā'ěr looked up at the ten-something-year-old girl.

It was this little girl, who grew up in an orphanage, who, at the age of twelve, established the organization and then step by step expanded it to this extent.

She was the true Child of Destiny.

Although she was very young, everyone respected her greatly.

Shā'ěr felt that if what the Young Master said was true, then without a doubt, the Child of Destiny of this world must be Number One.

However, Number One never spoke her name; she only said she was Number One and that it was part of a ritual.

She didn't know what kind of ritual it was.

Thinking about these things, and pondering the Young Master's words, time quickly passed.

Soon, the stars around them extinguished one by one.

Number One, floating in mid-air, also gradually descended to the ground.

"Hoo... hah." She was drenched in sweat, her eyes bloodshot, her teeth almost shattered from clenching. The intense pain had turned her face pale green, looking very terrifying.

It was like... the complexion of a woman in difficult labor, that kind of severe bleeding combined with extremely intense pain simultaneously acting on the body, leading to a terrifying ordeal.

And she had silently endured for several hours while in the air.

"Sister Shā'ěr, you're back... What's the situation over there? I heard the people who returned say you met a 'Young Master'?" Number One stood up, and the room returned to its normal state.

She walked to the side, picked up a towel, wiped her sweat, and took a few deep breaths, looking much better.

After she finished wiping her sweat, Shā'ěr replied, "Everything that happened after we went there, I've already recorded on paper on the way. I was originally going to give it to Number Three, but Number Three said to give it directly to you."

Saying this, she handed over the intelligence she had recorded.

"Okay, let me see." Number One took the intelligence and read it carefully.

The more she read, the more solemn her expression became.

She said, "Sister Shā'ěr, you wouldn't lie, which means everything written above is true. Those Young Masters indeed have the ability to directly destroy us... Except for me, everyone else probably can't resist."

Shā'ěr nodded, "That's right. I once fought head-on with a Young Master. He didn't use those abilities to manipulate certain substances; he defeated me purely with his physical body, and I didn't even have any ability to resist."

She recalled the fight with Li Qi; the other party even had a long saber that remained sheathed, simply using his fists to knock her to the ground.

But that Young Master was short, and his muscles were just ordinary. How could such a slender and weak body erupt with such terrifying power?

Number One sighed and said, "I've always been exploring the origins of the Immortals beyond this realm, and I've inquired in many worlds, but they all seem to have never had 'Immortals' exist."

"However, it doesn't matter. No matter what, we must drive away the Immortals. This time, having two Young Masters fighting each other is a good thing for us."

Shā'ěr listened quietly to Number One's words.

"Sister Shā'ěr, get ready. Since you said the two Young Masters are going to meet, we cannot give up this opportunity. I think two Young Masters fighting each other is the best chance to get rid of the Immortals!"

"Whatever you want to do, I will support you, but you have to tell me how you plan to do it." Shā'ěr replied.

"I have a secret weapon, which is the code names of our names. This is something I've accumulated for a long time. I plan to exhaust the last bit of this world's foundation to change our world's coordinates."

"After changing the coordinates, our connection with the Immortals will be severed. Only by doing this can this world truly gain freedom and prevent the Immortals from ever finding us again!"

"You have a way? Then why are you only doing it now?" Shā'ěr was puzzled.

"The foundation has always been a bit short. My original plan was to accumulate for another ten years, and maybe it would work. Unfortunately, there's no time now; those two Young Masters are preparing to drain the last bit of our world's foundation."

"Once they succeed, we will never have another chance." Number One gritted her teeth.

"But you said our accumulation isn't enough, wait, is this why we've been assigned to attack the Earth Oil extraction plants all these years?" Shā'ěr suddenly realized something.

The so-called accumulation, could it be Earth Oil?

"Yes, our accumulation is far from enough, but I think this time, if we add the foundation of the two Young Masters, it should be enough to activate the ritual! This is our last chance!"

"This ritual is called 'Severing Heaven and Earth'!"

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