LOGINWhen the air stewardess returned to remind Bosco it was time to board his flight, he stood up, bowing his head at Barlin and Bowen. "See you in a year, brothers!"They both smiled and wished him, "Good luck!" Bosco smiled back. "Thank you. I wish you both the best of luck as well!"With that, he turned and followed the air stewardess out of the VIP lounge.With him gone, Bowen asked, "So? How long do you plan to stay in Antarctica? Do you have a next stop in mind?"Barlin replied casually, "Not at the moment. I'll just see how it goes."Bowen laughed, "If you ask me, you shouldn't bother with Antarctica. Why don't you come with me to America? People always called America paradise, a nation of indulgence and decadence. Now that you have a year to yourself, why not enjoy it? Lady Fleur only told us to go looking for anything we can use, but nothing about producing results. So? What do you think?"Barlin shook his head and chuckled, "Never liked crowds. I'm not about to indulge wh
Just because you reached a certain point in cultivation, the Cosmic Order would somehow strike you with lightning to assess if you were really worthy?If there really were a Cosmic Order, it would be busy dealing with millions of galaxies, trillions of stars, and countless planets throughout the universe. In short, they were way too busy for some insignificant lifeform on one of those countless planets. Honestly, whatever made those cultivators think they were worthy of the Cosmic Order's attention?Indeed, Barlin believed that the so-called "Trial" was more like a cultivator meeting the minimum requirements for selection. The judges simply noticed you and are giving you a shot at a better prospect, while the lightning bolts were an appraisal and nothing more.Survive, and they open the portal for you to perhaps join their ranks. And then once again you find yourself a nobody, caught at the bottom of an entirely new hierarchy.After all, there was always a bigger fish.That was
"If the myth is true, it'd definitely be the Monkey King," Bosco replied without hesitation. "Born immortal and then ascending as Buddha? There's no disputing his godhood."Barlin nodded in agreement. "Exactly. If the Monkey King is real, he's a divine Buddha—a class above even immortals."Pausing, his tone shifted as he continued, "Now, have you considered that the Monkey King's somersault cloud only covers the distance of 37,000 miles? Even if we're talking about 37,000 miles per second, it would only be about one-fifth of the speed of light. "In other words, even if the Monkey King—already divine—could only manage that much, the cultivators who are a class beneath would never reach the same level of ability. Since the Monkey King is a far more enlightened being anyway, all the centuries they spent in cultivation only end up with them falling short. So tell me, is spending hundreds of years cultivating a blessing or a torment?"The other two elders could swear they got tinnitus
Barlin nodded, and warned, "You must be extremely careful while you're interacting with modern society, as there's this CIWS thing that reduced one of our best men to mincemeat. Tarlon was saying that nonsense will chase you down while also being too fast to outrun, even changing directions if you did. It would have seen you before you got too close, and would have launched dozens—if not hundreds of shells straight at you. No human being stands a chance."The other two elders nodded repeatedly—in fact, the more they learned about modern technology, the less faith they had in dharmic cultivation.Pausing, Barlin sighed out loud again. "I'll be honest. Before I went into seclusion, I thought I would have nothing to fear once I stepped out… Only for us to improve in cultivation, but the world also improved even more in just a hundred years. "Think about it, a hundred years ago, a cannonball could at most destroy a small boat or a house. Just 80 years ago, a bomb could level an entire
In the VIP lounge, Bosco—bound for Kathmandu, was the first notified that he could board his flight. A pretty air stewardess approached him, bowing her head respectfully before speaking in fluent Oskian, "Mr. Griffin? You may board your flight at the terminal, but we have a buggy waiting for you if you like. Would you like to depart now or wait?" The three high elders were raised as youths in the Qing Dynasty. Now, after emerging from a century of seclusion, they quickly crammed knowledge about the modern world, but still couldn't quickly grasp foreign languages. Fortunately, Tarlon was considerate enough to arrange for Oskian service personnel to assist them in advance. Bosco asked her, "How long do I have?" The air stewardess replied, "Twenty minutes, sir. Business and first-class passengers will be boarding first, while economy-class is expected to begin boarding in ten. We can use the VIP passage from this lounge, which leads directly to the jet bridge. Until then, you
Back then, Barlin's comrades were recruiting new members to their cause with paganist rites and invocations, gaslighting recruits into believing that they were physically invulnerable… which naturally was a complete lie.But then again, not all of them were charlatans, as Barlin once encountered a comrade down south, who was practically a cultivator.Although Barlin had already attained enlightenment, Fleur made him disguise himself as an ordinary peasant to infiltrate the ranks of other rebel cells to gather intelligence. It was during one of those paganist rites, that one of the senior figures gathered everyone around and told them a story—perhaps to boost morale, about a special denomination before the Degenerate Age of Dharma.He said that before the Degenerate Age of Dharma came, the world was filled with powerful cultivators, who set up countless sects. Their strength was many times greater than that of cultivators in the Degenerate Age of Dharma, and transcendence was com
Zekeiah was extremely frightened. His father and grandfather had worked very hard for the Qing Eliminating Society so that he had the opportunity to become a scholar. In order to stand out from the many scholars, he had endured hardships and studied since his childhood. Over the past few decades, he
Albert chuckled and spoke up, "Mr. Rothschild, this is the dog kennel I run. We mainly breed dogs with strong attack capabilities. Before I met Mr. Wade, I used to make money by entering the dogs bred here into underground dog fighting competitions. After I started working for Mr. Wade, the purpose
After that, Charlie asked with a bit of curiosity, "When did you and Matilda decide to get married?" Yolden smiled sheepishly and explained, "Remember when the city organized our cultural exchange trip to South Korea? I confessed to Matilda during that trip, and she accepted. After spending some t
Meanwhile, Raymond had no idea that he was being targeted as soon as he returned to Antique Street.He had reached the middle where rows of three-floored buildings stood, the largest on the street, and where Vintage Deluxe was. It was not closed yet as tradition on Antique Street was for stalls t







