Destroying the Luo God-Clan was only a matter of time, so Xu Zimo wasn’t in a hurry. He wandered leisurely through the bustling streets, and in its own way, this too was a form of cultivation. To condense one’s own Dao Fruit meant seeing through the myriad lives of the world, witnessing the intrigue and desires of the mortal realm, the full spectrum of emotions. From birth, these were things every person had to face.

“Brother, want some pills?”

Someone suddenly patted Xu Zimo on the shoulder and asked with a grin. Xu Zimo turned to see a shifty-eyed man holding a grimy little pouch, he looked very much like a scalper.

“What is it?” Xu Zimo asked.

“I’ve got divine pills from the Luo God-Clan. You look like someone who isn’t short on money, and you’ve got a nice face, so I’ll give you a good price,” the man said with a smile.

“Divine pills?” Xu Zimo said with interest. “Take one out and let me see.”

“If they’re divine pills, how could I possibly carry them openly?” the man whispered. “But I do have one with me. You can look first.”

He opened the pouch slightly. A streak of golden light spilled out from within, but he quickly snapped the bag shut. “How about it, customer? Too many eyes around here. Why don’t we go somewhere quiet to talk?”

“Interesting. But what I’m more curious about is how the Luo God-Clan’s pills ended up in your hands,” Xu Zimo asked.

“With the Luo God-Clan living in fear now, and the True Martial Sacred Ground returning a few days ago, getting their pills isn’t difficult,” the man said with a shrug.

“Getting the pills isn’t hard,” Xu Zimo said. “What I’m curious about is where you learned that Strength Scripture you’re using.”

The moment the words left his mouth, the young man’s face changed dramatically. “You… you…” He couldn’t form a sentence before he suddenly bolted, sprinting toward the distance.

Xu Zimo didn’t chase him. He had already marked him; if needed, he could grab him with a flick of his fingers.

The Strength Scripture… it was something the Tyrant Emperor created back in the Primordial Heartlands, and Xu Zimo had learned it in his previous life. After being reborn, within only a few days he had passed that technique on to Lin Ruhu. In this world, the only ones who should know it were the Tyrant Emperor, and possibly Lin Ruhu.

Xu Zimo pondered quietly. He wondered how Lin Ruhu was doing now.

Back then, Xu Zimo had borne the Heaven’s Will and opened the path between the Primordial Heartlands and the Outer Heavens. He had followed Xu Zimo into the Nine Heavens, but Lin Ruhu didn’t want to rely on him for everything or be a burden, so he chose to walk his own path. He hadn’t expected their separation to last this long.

“Hopefully it really is Ruhu,” Xu Zimo murmured. He continued forward.

Ahead, the sound of drums echoed through the crowd. People were cheering and gathering around as though some major event was underway. Xu Zimo approached.

“The Alliance to Resist the True Martial Sacred Ground, led by the Luo God-Clan, now recruits alchemists from all over the world. Anyone who joins will become a member of the alliance!”

A man was beating a drum as he shouted. More and more people stopped to watch. In Alchemy God City, there was no shortage of alchemists.

Upon hearing this announcement, someone called out, “The True Martial Sacred Ground has no quarrel with us. Why drag other alchemists into this?”

“Exactly. The True Martial Sacred Ground is invincible right now. How are we supposed to resist?”

The drummer remained calm and answered with a smile, “Don’t worry. Listen first. The True Martial Sacred Ground is strong, yes, but if we gather together, they’ll have to take us seriously. And it’s not about fighting them. We only want them to spare the Luo God-Clan and promise not to interfere with Alchemy God City. Besides, the Luo God-Clan has promised that their alchemists will refine pills for everyone free of charge. They’re even willing to share the opening chapters of the Primordial Alchemy God-Scripture.”

The crowd immediately exploded.

“Is that true?”

The Primordial Alchemy God-Scripture was one of the Ten Primordial God-Scriptures, something revered and dreamed of by countless people. In the past, it was guarded tightly by the Ten God-Clans. Outsiders could never touch it, and even most clan members couldn’t learn it. But now the Luo God-Clan was offering it openly. In the face of death, profit no longer mattered.

“Rest assured,” the drummer continued. “As long as you join our alliance, you’ll have a chance to learn the Primordial Alchemy God-Scripture. This alliance meeting was established by the Leviathan Race of Dragon Sea. Remember that well.”

“The Leviathan Race?” the onlookers murmured, confused.

Dragon Sea sat at the edge of the Absolute God Heaven, filled with immortal mountains. The True Martial Progenitor’s original mountain had once come from there. The Leviathan Race lived in Dragon Sea, rarely meddling with worldly affairs and avoiding karmic entanglements. No matter how chaotic the world became, Dragon Sea remained peaceful. No one expected the Leviathan Race, who never intervened in anything, to step out now, especially when the Absolute God Heaven had already settled under the True Martial Sacred Ground’s rule.

Still, this had nothing to do with the crowd’s morals. People shouted one after another.

“I’ll join the alliance!”

“Yes, if we can negotiate with the True Martial Sacred Ground, maybe they’ll spare Alchemy God City.”

“We’ve lived here our whole lives. This place is our home.”

Their words sounded righteous, but no one mentioned the scripture. Everyone knew what they really wanted. They’d agree now, and if danger came, they’d probably flee faster than anyone.

The drummer continued enthusiastically, “The entire northern district of Alchemy God City is reserved for alliance members today. Food and drink are free. And inside this Alchemy Tower I’m carrying, both the Leviathan Prince and our Luo God-Clan’s saintess are present. If you have the qualifications, you may enter and meet them.”

The crowd grew excited. Someone asked, “What qualifications do we need to meet the Leviathan Prince and the saintess?”

The drummer pointed to the entrance of the Alchemy Tower. Two statues stood there like guardians.

“These are our Alchemy Tower’s guardian beasts. Defeat them, and you earn the right to enter.”

As his words fell, the two statues began to move. Stone flaked off their bodies, revealing lion-like beasts whose fur resembled the swirling texture of pills.