“Just received news, Tai Hao is bringing people over, and they’ve already reached the 15th floor.”

The abrupt voice sounded directly in his mind, and Hohenheim’s neck stiffened. He immediately realized that it was the voice of the Side of Truth.

He silently took out a piece of red crystal given to him by the latter, squeezed it, and a message flashed in his mind, “Who all is there?”

The Side of Truth calmly said, “Tai Hao, Kuang Ran Huo, An Boli, Wang Hu, Zhan Lu, Chi Xiao, Ding Zhens, and Zhi Ming.”

“Not enough.”

Hohenheim said, “Far from enough.

What about the others?”

“My subordinates, Tian Jing Huo Tu and Sleep Demon, have received my message and are searching for active players on each floor.”

The Side of Truth’s voice was exceptionally calm. “The former has already contacted David, Abel, and others and are rushing here.

When the time comes, I will have them lurk near the passages on the eleventh to thirteenth floors, waiting for our signal.”

“Good.”

Hohenheim nodded.

They had been ambushed and attacked so miserably this time, that even if it wasn’t for the Door of Creation battle rewards, they would find a way to take revenge.

What's more, there are still members of various guilds who are still being held captive.

“A runaway has appeared.”

The Side of Truth’s voice sounded again. Hohenheim looked forward and saw a group of gray-robed people chanting spells, causing the runaway inside the stasis field Chrono Prison to float over and be placed next to several other Chrono Prisons.

Then, the group of gray-robed people approached the four alien cultivators, took the comics, and gathered together, seemingly discussing the content of the comics in a foreign language.

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“…”

Dan Chenzi, a Liwei Mountain Taoist, looked at the gray-robed figures gathered in front of him discussing the comics.

Listening to their vague, dark, and evil language, smelling the stench of their damp and filthy bodies, he slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

Suppressing the disgust in his heart, he turned around and glanced at the Earth players sitting on the ground, their minds unclear. Deep in his eyes, a trace of compassion was hidden—

This compassion was partly for the Earth players themselves, but mostly for the Fubian ropes used to bind them.

Each Fubian rope was made from the back tendons of ten or even twenty mortal children with innate spiritual roots.

As Dan Chenzi closed his eyes, he could almost hear the constant, miserable cries echoing in the secret dungeons of the Discipline Hall.

Many years ago, when he was not yet called Daoist Dan Chen, his elder brother and he were brought back to Liwei Mountain Gate from the county town by the "Immortal Elder."

He was recorded as an outer disciple because of his mediocre talent, while his elder brother was accepted as a disciple by the mountain gate elder and entered the inner mountain to practice because of his outstanding spiritual roots.

At that time, he was particularly envious of his elder brother. While working as a stoker in the Huotong workshop, he often fantasized that his elder brother would one day return after completing his studies and take him out of his misery.

It was not until many years later, when he became the Mountain Master of the Discipline Hall, that he learned everything—his elder brother had long since become one of the countless back tendons hanging on the dungeon walls.

Perhaps out of shame, perhaps out of indifference,

The Discipline Hall had never marked the names of the back tendons, so he didn't even know which back tendon belonged to his elder brother.

Dan Chenzi's fist clenched unconsciously.

“Three hundred years ago, alien demons invaded on a large scale, with ironclad warships covering the sky and the sun. Wherever they passed, raging fires burned mountains and boiled seas, all living things disappeared, and fertile soil was turned into wasteland.

Only the demonic sunflowers dropped by the heavenly demons remained—a semi-plant, semi-animal capable of devouring spiritual energy and constantly multiplying.”

The scholar standing next to Dan Chenzi sighed and said quietly, “The human dynasties collapsed, and two hundred immortal sects came out in full force to fight back against the heavenly demons, but in the end, only the Shuyuan, Liwei Mountain, and Jingnian Sect barely escaped.

The three sect leaders reached an agreement with the Demonic Sect, the demon beasts, and the sea people, using hundreds of millions of living beings as a guide to launch the Sky Sealing Formation in the five continents at the same time, thus closing the doors and temporarily repelling the heavenly demons.

In the decades that followed, all parties gathered the people and established settlements,

And relying on the Sky Sealing Formation, summoned Eternal Night.

Except for the Eternal Lamps in the settlements, all other places were plunged into darkness and severe cold,

The demonic sunflowers buried in the soil and growing wantonly were finally suppressed."

The young scholar paused and continued, “Eternal Night lasted for two hundred years,

The suffering of mortals and the war between cultivators and demonic sunflowers also lasted for two hundred years.”

He glanced at the Earth players sitting on the ground, sighed heavily, and murmured, “The alien demons who created the demonic sunflowers may return at any time,

Only by surviving first will the survivors be qualified to think about benevolence, justice, and morality…”

“It will be over soon.”

Dan Chenzi’s voice was exceptionally calm. “When the upper level of the Lost World collapses, crushing the surviving alien cultivators to death,

These people we captured will automatically receive rewards—as long as we control them and take out the rewards, we can obtain their share of the Door of Creation.

Thereby ending all of this.”

The people who died of hunger and cold in Eternal Night, the elder brother who was imprisoned, skinned, and had his tendons drawn despite holding dreams, the fellow disciples who were swallowed alive by the demonic sunflowers, the previous Liwei Mountain Discipline Hall Mountain Master who chose to exile himself to the front line because he could not bear the torment of his conscience…

Countless familiar or unfamiliar faces surged up from the depths of memory.

Dan Chenzi slowly released his clenched fist, and his heartbeat gradually calmed down.

They just wanted to survive, regardless of benevolence, justice, and morality.

Bang!

The sound of air exploding came from not far away. Dan Chenzi turned his head and saw the fox named “Qing Qiu” jumping out of the void, holding a huge key almost as tall as itself.

The third, and also the last key to open the safe door.

Huang Shi stood up from the ground, nodded solemnly to Qing Qiu, and said in a deep voice, “Let’s begin.”

The little fox handed the key to a gray-robed figure from the Sea People’s Order. The latter solemnly raised the key and slowly inserted it into the last keyhole on the safe door.

Click.

As soon as the key was inserted, it made a crisp sound.

A circle of light lit up around the edge of the circular safe door.

The safe door, which had been silent for who knows how long, slowly divided into six petals, sliding apart without making even the slightest squeak caused by rust.

The space below the safe door was pitch black, as if it could devour light, faintly emitting a strange and ominous aura.

The cultivators and demon beasts looked at each other, hesitating whether to go down and explore.

Suddenly, a shadow suddenly shot out from the darkness under the door,

Biting a gray-robed figure who was standing closer to the front at an extremely fast speed, and dragging the latter into the darkness silently.

The alien players standing around the safe door broke out in a cold sweat and retreated violently to the rear.

Before they could discuss what it was just now, the entire space suddenly trembled.

A low, long sound, unlike any animal, resounded on each floor of the Lost World.

Something is awakening.