National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

And in the Urobuchi Furnace, a macho emperor soul carrying his own mighty spirit was probably cursing as he started to "make fire".

Qi Mo walked over to Ling Bao and patted his shoulder. Although he might have missed, his tone was filled with the regret of someone who had experienced this: "Alright, stop standing there. Your naughty kid... oh no, our emperor is working overtime for you. You old bones should stay in the rear and figure out how to clean up his mess."

He pointed at the even more violent Urobuchi Furnace and said, "With such a big commotion, it won't be easy to clean up afterward."

Lingbao Tianzun slowly stood up, his gaze withdrawing from the abyss, and he became calm again. He glanced at Qi Mo, then glanced at the gods with different expressions, and finally his gaze fell on the Jade Emperor. His voice returned to its cold and clear tone:

"Now that Xuanyuan has entered the furnace, the changes in Xuyuan are a foregone conclusion." He paused, as if stating a fait accompli. "Heaven...it's time to prepare for war."

The Jade Emperor took a deep breath. Although his spirit projection didn't need to breathe, he forced down his "Oh my god!" and, trying to regain his composure, said in a deep voice, "...Pass on my decree! Effective immediately, the ninth through thirty-sixth heavens of Heaven will enter Level One combat readiness! All gods, return to their positions, each performing their duties! Anyone found negligent...will be severely punished!"

His voice carried a barely perceptible tremor that spread to every corner of Heaven, but it was more filled with the determination that was stimulated by that "ruthless man."

Inside and outside the Tushita Palace, a murderous aura suddenly rose. A storm, ignited by the Central Emperor himself and sweeping across the Xuyuan and the heavens, had begun.

Lingbao Tianzun was rubbing his eyebrows. This Taoist ancestor who was almost "laid off" was now having a headache due to the dimensional turbulence left by Xuanyuan Shaoze.

That guy had been slacking off for 30 million years, and the moment he opened his eyes, he stabbed Urobuchi right through. Now the whole world is filled with the mess he left behind when he overturned the table, just like putting spicy hot pot soup base on the menu of heaven.

Qi Mo's eyes spun around, their gaze fixed on the four gods from outside the realm who were still standing there, showing no sign of moving. He put on a fake smile that said, "I'm doing this for your own good," but his tone carried a certain unquestionable sense of "rules":

"You four haven't left yet. I guess you have something to say to us, right?"

His smile was reminiscent of the profiteer Su Mohui was familiar with: "Your divine system is a mess. If you want us to take action... or if you want non-staff personnel to go down, we have to go through the process - that is, affiliation, filing, and signing the 'Local Law Adaptation Agreement'."

"Otherwise... well... when the time comes to pursue responsibility, who will be held responsible?"

"As for the 'Local Law Adaptation Agreement'..." He changed the subject and gestured with a finger: "That's the adaptability of our Heavenly Court's firewall—"

"That... uh... exotic aura you exude is too strong! If you keep going like this, you'll be nothing but four glittering, living targets in the eyes of Urobuchi's gang of 'starving ghosts'! You'll be dragged in and chewed like a tonic in no time!"

He glanced pointedly at the Purple Gold Thunder Bell, which was huddled in the mist, pretending to be a piece of scrap metal. He lowered his voice a bit, with a hint of "kind reminder" in his voice: "Or even worse... some 'antivirus software' identified it as a high-risk foreign virus and directly gave it 'physical salvation'. If your soul is scattered by then, don't blame me for not warning you in advance!"

The Purple Gold Thunder Bell noticed the evil intentions of Emperor Fuxi, and suddenly a pop-up window popped up with large red letters reading: "Unregistered Outer God detected, immediate isolation recommended."

These words were full of sarcasm and used both soft and hard tactics.

Jehovah's face was expressionless, but the hardcover of the Bible on his lap seemed to have been dented by his unconscious kneading. Apollo cradled his harp, his fingers unconsciously scraping across the strings in a silent protest.

Frey subconsciously touched the empty gimbal beside him, his eyes wandering. The data stream at Itzamna's fingertips flickered a bit faster, clearly calculating the potential risks and benefits of "affiliation" and "agreement" at high speed.

Lingbao Tianzun's fingertips suddenly felt itchy for an inexplicable moment - at this moment, a damn "tacit understanding" engraved in Shen Jiaan's bones suddenly emerged.

He glanced calmly at the side - the illusory projection of the Jade Emperor was facing away from everyone, his fingers occasionally poking at the white jade heavenly book that had regained its calm, as if he was pretending to be calm and studying the patterns on it, but in fact he was probably still frantically scrolling through his mind, "Fuck, Xuanyuan really jumped!"

The corner of Lingbao Tianzun's mouth curved upwards in a rare and subtle arc. The arc was fleeting, and if Qi Mo hadn't been staring at him, he might have missed this detail.

"Now that we've said this, I'm sure the four of you are also aware of the relationship between you and Su Mohui. We all know it..." Seeing this, Qi Mo shook the Tai Chi jade pendant three times in his sleeve, and the ink-black light reflected the sly smile in his eyes.

He deliberately dragged out his words, adding fuel to the fire: "With that system, as long as we join forces with our Heavenly Court... perhaps what you're thinking of can be accomplished faster?"

Ling Bao watched him finish his words mischievously, then his gaze returned to the four Outer Gods with their different expressions. His voice remained cold, but he made a groundbreaking proposal:

"Four of you..." Ling Bao's lips curled up like an abacus expert, and a yellowed copy of "Investiture of the Gods 2.0" slipped out from his sleeve. "Instead of hesitating here, why not... make a deal with my Heavenly Court?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a strange and clanging noise suddenly rang out from "Investiture of the Gods 2.0"—

“Hehe, roar, roar—”

Frey suddenly shuddered, his head snapping up, his eyes widening as he first flashed with ecstasy, "Holy crap! My pig's still alive?!" The next second, he was completely bewildered.

No, wait! When did his precious golden pig end up in that crappy pornographic book?! And… why is there a mix of fluent Chinese accents in this pig's squeals?!

"What are the conditions? Is it free food? I want spicy hot pot flavor!" The voice, with the eagerness of a pig digging for food in a trough, floated out clearly from the pages of the book.

Frey's expression instantly changed. His lips trembled as he pointed at the list. The muscles on his face were twisted. In the end, he couldn't utter a word. He just felt it was absurd.

As for old man Yehwe, who had remained motionless beside him, two gleams of light suddenly shone from the depths of his calm golden eyes.

That is not some holy light, but the light of hope that a drowning person feels when he grabs a life-saving straw or a gambler sees a turning point...

Yehvi, who saw the golden pig that had disappeared in the physical and physiological sense reappear with his own eyes, was too lazy to discuss it with Frey and Apollo and others. He just nailed it to the back of the Jade Emperor, the one who nominally made the final decision.