I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

“A flower.” Vereslana’s voice was slightly low. “Before history was etched on the clay tablets, a little girl gave me a flower.”

The disobedient god paused for a moment: "Although I have forgotten what she looked like, I have kept that flower to this day."

Li Lin coughed lightly, a heartfelt smile of gratitude spreading across his face, his tone reverent: "The best gift I've ever received is my life. Thank you, Mother Earth."

The atmosphere fell silent.

Vereslana and Tony looked at each other, unsure how to start a conversation.

Strictly speaking, Li Lin's words weren't wrong, but they were very inappropriate. It's like discussing food when someone has diarrhea, talking about reporting someone for posting lewd pictures, or discussing NTR (Netorare) when someone is heartbroken.

However, it is undeniable that its style is indeed different from the previous two.

"So these problems are the same," Li Lin said. "Although they sound hellish, and they look hellish, in reality..."

"Is it actually a test of our inner strength?" Tony breathed a sigh of relief.

“It’s actually really hellish.” Li Lin shook his head, looking at Tony with a strange expression. “Are you a member of the Release of Animals forum?”

Tony felt as if Li Lin was pressing his brain to the ground and rubbing it wildly.

The silver door in front of them repeated its question: "What aspect of Japan do Christian bishops admire most?"

"Because little boys fall from the sky in Japan."

It's worth mentioning that this world also experienced World War II, and due to the existence of mysterious forces, the two nuclear bombs exploded with even greater power.

It seems that no matter the world, Japan needs a father figure.

Tony didn't want to comment anymore; he just wanted to see what other tricks Li Lin and that disobedient god could pull.

In this respect, Li Lin has never disappointed. As the second door opened, the final golden door issued a command.

What is a dish that Americans dislike but have to eat?

"Get shot."

Li Lin's expression remained unchanged as he pushed open the door. Nian was sitting at the table on the terrace, eating hot pot. The spicy aroma mixed with the steam wafted towards him.

Red oil.

Upon seeing the three people at the door, Nian raised the chopsticks in his hand.

"Want some hot pot?"

She had only said it casually, but to her surprise, none of the three of them were polite to her. They all pulled out their chopsticks, picked up their bowls, and started putting the mutton she had just cooked into the pot.

"Wow, this smells amazing—" Tony stuck out his tongue from the spiciness. "Is this real Chinese food? Alexander even said he could cook Chinese food, he was definitely lying!"

"His talent is utterly worthless," Li Lin said casually. "I hope someone will treat him like a princess."

"What princess?" Tony Spicy didn't react in time and asked with a slurred tongue.

“Princess Diana,” Li Lin sneered.

Tony's cough persisted.

Vereslana pretended not to hear, his eating manners both unrestrained and refined.

Nian stood frozen in his chair, holding his rice bowl, and after a long while, he slammed his hand on the table and shouted, "Get out of here!"

"Yes, ma'am." Without another word, Vereslana grabbed Tony and headed outside.

"Hey, I haven't finished eating yet... Why are you pulling me?"

Seeing that things were not going well, Li Lin turned around and followed, but Nian grabbed his pants: "Hmph, trying to escape?"

372 Forging the City

Hong Kong, Kowloon Walled City.

Unprecedented riots began four days ago, with black smoke rising from various parts of the bustling city.

The deaths of Luo Hao and Lu Yinghua in the South China Sea meant that the "sky" that had ruled China for two hundred years had collapsed.

The Lu family collapsed, but their enormous size still allowed them to firmly grasp the largest slice of the pie; families that had long coveted the Lu family's power swarmed in, forcing the Lu family to retreat step by step and seizing everything they had won; the once most arrogant foreign forces fell silent like never before, hiding in the concession and watching the frenzied people with cold eyes.

The warlords lost the support of foreigners, but the war did not stop. In the capital, the commanders of the Fengtian and Zhili cliques quarreled fiercely, while their armies fought each other in the Central Plains. The blood has been flowing for two hundred years and has not yet dried up.

The monks of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau watched indifferently as the warlords of Yunnan, Guizhou, and Sichuan descended barefoot from the snow-covered land, waving ritual implements made of human skin and bones, and blocked all the roads leading into the snow-covered region overnight.

In the magnificent Potala Palace, the Iron Wheel King closed his eyes and began chanting the "Rebirth Sutra." Precious incense burned in the incense burner, and the rising smoke obscured the mandala image hanging high in front of him.

Ancient martial arts families descended from the mountains to roam the martial world, and the White Lotus Sect, which had been resurrected, once again became powerful. The senior disciples drank talisman water mixed with incense ash and fought to the death with the heroes who roamed freely.

Rumors about the Tang Dynasty have already spread to some cities, but the aristocratic families dismiss them with disdain, while the common people have no hope for them.

For two hundred years, the foolish and ignorant have been intoxicated, and few are still waiting for the sun to rise.

Amidst the chaos outside the Qing Dynasty, all eyes were on the South China Sea—they awaited the Eastern Emperor's next move.

Many people are speculating that even if Donghuang and Tiangong are the strongest, they are still only two people. What methods would they use to intimidate the entire country and restore order to the chaotic continent?

Li Lin quickly provided his answer.

......

[Tier 5 Secret Transmission: Bao Shipyard]

[Rank: Remnant]

【Nature and Appearance: Cast】

At the boundary between sea and land, a factory is operating. Ships are floating territories.

This secret transmission originated from the power of the Luo Hao Sect Master. In the hands of the White Lotus King, this power could create nearly a thousand magical ships that required no manual operation, capable of causing the fleets of any secular nation to be destroyed in an instant.

Of course, this power was of little use in the battle—the treasure ship's firepower failed to break through the armor of the Bronze City, instead becoming a backdrop for the battle's destructive power, serving virtually no purpose other than dealing damage.

But in the hands of the emperor, this power truly shone.

"Look."

The white-haired, red-horned dragon girl stood atop the twelve-story tower, her arms outstretched as if to embrace the entire city.

The dragon's voice was as resonant as metal.

"First, we need to light a fire."

A burning red light emanated from between her outstretched fingers, and then she flipped her wrist.

It was as if the world was being violently twisted by an invisible force, and the whole world was turned upside down, with a fierce tornado rising on the sea.

The tyrannical dragon's might descended from the sky, pressing all those who dared to raise their heads to the ground, coldly ordering them to kneel, prostrate themselves, and kowtow.

“That is a god of disobedience… a god of disobedience like never before.” Tony stood beside Li Lin. “To be honest, even if you don’t attack Luo Hao, the White Lotus King will not fare well in her hands.”

Ignoring the comments of others, he casually waved his hand.

Amidst the storm, the ends of the dragon girl's white hair were tinged with a different color.

It was as thin as a dream, drifting and shimmering with wisps of red flames.

An unprecedented whirlpool rose up around the Bronze City, and then a blind and deaf mutilated head rose from the sea.

The head appeared to be cast from countless metals, yet one could still vaguely see her once stunningly beautiful face on its surface.

When Tony looked at her, he seemed to hear that shrill and mournful wail.

The Sword King staggered backward, and the illusion before his eyes vanished.

Centered on this human head, unprecedented metal emerged from the swirling sea, forming a black ring that encompassed the entire Bronze City.

Then, a wisp of fire appeared out of thin air from the very center of the ring, radiating a dreamlike brilliance that was ever-changing, as if encompassing all things in the world.

The flame landed on the surface of the head, continuously scorching and burning it.

"What is that?!" Tony suppressed his fear.

This head gave him an unprecedented sense of familiarity.

"Just some consumables, recycled waste, not worth mentioning," Li Lin said calmly.

The casting process over the years was thrilling every time, from which he benefited greatly.

Then, the head was set ablaze, turning into a spark that fell into the ring.

In that instant, the firelight within the metal ring spread silently, unfolding in countless strands, and then permeating everything from the outside in.

It's as if they turned seawater into charcoal and used the entire Bronze City as a furnace!

"Casting is the foundation of all phenomena."

Nian said in a low voice, reaching out to grab the sea in front of him.

Then, the seabed, buried deep beneath the seabed, roared, and terrifying shocks spread, enveloping the entire sea area and causing the Bronze City to tremble.

Immediately afterwards, a high-pitched roar and tremors came from the seabed.

That's the roar of metal buried deep in the continental shelf of the seabed.

Gold, silver, copper, iron, tin...

All the metal seemed to come alive. Countless heavy things hidden deep underground rose up rapidly, overturning the fragile seabed, shattering the earth's framework, and then quickly filling the voids and repairing the rock layers... before being recast again just before the magma was about to surge out.

The process of destruction and reconstruction is exquisitely subtle.