Hogwarts Summoning Manual

"Oh? The footage is quite clear. Well then, I'll have to stop pretending. I'm already a Great Immortal." Bai Lin's words were a bombshell in the conference room.

Countless exclamations of disbelief rose and fell; some cried out in surprise and were overjoyed; some were incredulous and filled with mixed feelings of joy and disbelief; and some broke out in a cold sweat and were terrified.

Bai Lin silently glanced at everyone's reactions, noting down the few who looked panicked. With a thought, a small cluster of chaotic energy formed a shadow demon that quietly attached itself to them.

Bai Lin remained calm and nodded slightly to the Grand Elder, saying, "I know that the world has not produced a Great Luo Golden Immortal for a thousand years, but perhaps everyone has forgotten that the most glorious era of magic, or rather, sorcery, was created by the East, not by the greedy YY people, not by the cunning and plundering Europeans, not by the opportunistic As people... Now, the East is about to return to its peak, because of me, the world's only Great Luo Golden Immortal!"

"Please sit down and talk." The elders gestured, and someone immediately made way for Bai Lin.

As soon as Bai Lin sat down, the venue gradually quieted down. Everyone knew that it was pointless for a Grand Luo Golden Immortal to argue any further based on his strength.

"Everyone knows most of your story; it truly is a legendary life," the chief elder surnamed Zhang said slowly. "But do you have any evidence for your claim of being a Great Luo Golden Immortal?"

“The fact that this island was submerged is proof. I think if we had had a Great Immortal decades ago, those four small islands would probably have become underwater ruins long ago, and we wouldn’t have suffered such a near-annihilation and been silent for more than half a century,” Bai Lin said matter-of-factly.

The crowd fell even more silent. Many people suddenly realized that our glory did not only exist in historical documents or in myths. We had indeed dominated the earth for nearly two thousand years. Why did the silence of the last few decades make some people unable to stand up straight?

"This operation was a matter of chance, but I had no choice. Now that I know my own level, if I were to do it again, I would sink the other two as well. I wonder if anyone here objects? Should we cast a vote?" Bai Lin's eyes were like a tiger's as he glared at the few scholars who were surrendering.

"Don't worry, although I already have the strength of a Golden Immortal, I neither crave power nor do I want any incense offerings. After dealing with this crisis of the ancient gods, I will go into seclusion and cultivate in seclusion. Unless there is a major crisis, I will not take action again."

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances. Everyone understood that a being capable of becoming a land editor on Earth at any time and appearing and disappearing without a trace could be called a god, let alone a Great Immortal. However, the one before them seemed to have no intention of interfering in politics.

"I'm not joking. Doesn't Taoism have the saying 'The Supreme Being is without emotion'? It was precisely because I severed my desire for power that I was able to break through the Nascent Soul stage and reach the Golden Immortal realm." Bai Lin was putting on a convincing act.

Elder Zhang remained silent, prompting some scholars and officials to probe further. Bai Lin answered each question, and they eventually reached a consensus on "obeying orders but not proclamations." In less than an hour, Bai Lin and the highest authority in the East had explored a way to coexist.

What followed was simple. Bai Lin shared all the information he had about Gracua, the Church of Hastur, the Yellow Seal, the Ship of Light, the underground ogres, and even the Ministries of Magic of various Western countries with that person, which could be considered as expressing his sincerity.

In return, Elder Zhang officially recognized Bai Lin's identity as the "Eastern Great Golden Immortal" and his reputation as the "Leading Immortal" of the Eastern Dharma Masters, and listened to Bai Lin's views on the current situation.

With the title of "Eastern Great Golden Immortal," Bai Lin could practically roam freely in the Eastern magic world. Don't say that titles aren't important; even if you're incredibly strong, you can't possibly challenge everyone you meet to a dumbbell lift contest. Titles greatly reduce the communication costs between people. That's why, even though Bai Lin's strength far surpasses Yan Nishuang's, Eastern magicians are still more willing to follow Yan Nishuang's orders—that's the importance of titles.

The following talks were much simpler, involving an analysis of Bai Lin's strategic goals and overall strategic objectives, an examination of their differences, and a solution that sought common ground while reserving differences.

Bai Lin's strategic goal is simple: to eliminate the forces of Grakua and the Ship of Light, and on that basis, to save as many civilians as possible from various countries.

The overall strategic goals are more complex. Resisting Grachua and the Church of Hastur is a common goal. With the help of the Great Immortal, the East hopes that all countries in the world can survive, but they can no longer compete with the East in terms of strength.

The East does not want a crippled Earth; if only one country exists, that country will also collapse.

The discussion lasted for several hours, and ultimately, both host and guest were pleased. Not only were there no further judgments of merit or demerit, but the East would also dedicate itself to protecting Bai Lin's image internationally, striving to cultivate an image of an extremely powerful yet benevolent Eastern deity. In a sense, Bai Lin officially became the East's supernatural nuclear weapon.

"Finally..." Elder Zhang spoke a few words to Bai Lin privately after the event ended: "Are there really gods on the moon?"

"Why don't we go up and take a look?" Bai Lin replied.

Elder Zhang laughed heartily and said, "That day will come, and it won't be long!"

Bai Lin saw confidence in Elder Zhang's eyes, and was secretly shocked. He had traveled to the era of the magic world, when the East did not yet have the ability to land on the moon. He did not expect that the magic world's technological progress was even faster.

He thought about it again and realized that the technology might be similar, but people are different.

If a powerful mage were used as an astronaut, dealing with emergencies and life support technologies would be much simpler.

Take the return capsule, for example. Ordinary people have to endure high temperatures and pressures, and even if they return safely, they will lose half their lives.

But for mages, especially those skilled in spatial magic, once they send him into the atmosphere, a safe landing is just a matter of two phantom teleportations.

As Bai Lin thought about this, his heart gradually warmed up. He had a premonition that he might soon be able to embark on a journey to the moon.

The images of lunar ruins seen in fragments of history are still vivid in his mind. So much mysterious knowledge and cosmic truths await his exploration. Nothing could ignite Bai Lin's thirst for knowledge, who already possesses demigod abilities, more than this.

After chatting with Elder Zhang for a few more minutes, Bai Lin returned to his habitat with a large stack of documents to begin the next phase of strategic and tactical planning.

"Our next target is here!" Bai Lin pointed to the southern peninsula on the large map.

"Target: Gali!"