Directly treat them as secret realms and periodically plunder them?

Professor Wales thought for a while and ultimately agreed.

We can only break through violently.

Cultivate a group of people to colonize and plunder in one Crystal Wall World after another.

Anyone popping pills is just doing it; raising a group of strong explorers for secret realms is good since Wadon is our acquaintance, choosing them is a good idea.

"I agree, Wadon, surely you won't let me down, right?"

"Of course." Wadon quickly replied, what he lacks is a chance to take off and a backer, if he doesn't seize this leg to hold onto, he's truly foolish.

Thus.

On Earth in reality.

Sylph Dark Night Elf Academy.

Principal Wadon suddenly began to give a speech in the square:

"Starting today, the academy will undergo reforms, entering worlds not limited to just the Martial Arts continent."

"We have added new pill exchanges, new secret realms!"

In the beginning, under Sylph's leadership at the academy's founding, it was possible to control a body on the other side through spiritual transmission.

One could enter various secret realm worlds for adventure, collect magic materials, and then return to school.

Otherwise, Wadon and a few old heads wouldn't have gone into the Abyss.

Previously, this Wadon, the Abyss Emperor, collected various skeleton materials from the Abyss to build a Skeleton General outside.

But as times changed, Sylph no longer used previous tricks to deceive others; before leaving, she already updated the version, using space tunnels to jump and physically enter the secret realm world.

It turned into true exploration of the secret realm!

This academy thus became a true Magic Academy.

At that time, seeing Sylph so flamboyant, Li Qing also helped out by shielding subspace fluctuations and entrances to prevent those from the Martial Arts continent from noticing their movements.

But these Magic Academy students were ultimately ordinary.

Treated as a small wizardry faction, it didn't attract much attention, not even as good as a small sect or faction of a subspace secret realm from the Martial Arts continent.

Development was very poor.

Because it was too competitive!

How many geniuses can come out of a population of billions?

The Mythical Great World erupted too prosperously!

Even Ning Guochang and others were merely mediocre; Earth's seventy billion population was far too small, the base number can't compare to their geniuses.

But now, Wadon finally seized the opportunity.

Popping pills, making me stronger!

Black Star's Mortal Cultivation Stream saved these Earth mortals, giving them a chance to rise.

Principal Wadon said:

"Inside, there are various super secret realms!"

"We also found predecessors from Earth's early days!"

"Professor Wales, he is already the true dean of this academy!"

...

The students below listened with excitement.

Several years have passed since then.

The magic students here have already numbered in the tens of thousands, all elites from various countries, and the Umbrella Corporation has completely become a behemoth.

Among these tens of thousands, none of them are lacking in talent, mostly around 75, medium level, but if they popped pills, they'd be close to ninety.

"Everyone is ready, we are preparing to traverse!"

Wadon said: "This time the academy adventure may have risks of death, everyone take heed."

Whoosh!

They instantly entered the Martial Arts continent.

Then they built a subspace spaceship and began heading to the coordinates.

...

This person indeed is a cunning merchant, seizing the era's opportunity.

Li Qing's expression, however, remained quite calm.

The essence of merchants is to find business opportunities to rise, Wadon indeed is an old capitalist.

Fooling his compatriots, popping pills to lower intelligence?

Li Qing couldn't help but feel amused; this person is truly talented!

But to Li Qing, no matter who rises, they rise; his vision is already very high, and he's indifferent to these matters.

They want to latch onto thighs and fleece someone's sheep, it's all the same.

"It looks like, once my Great Thousand World is built, everyone will start moving over one after another."

"Forces from various Middle Thousand Worlds are coming, and they're all trying to develop, preparing to cultivate a Divine Country, playing hide and seek, it's not bad."

Li Qing was quite satisfied, after all, it's the third time moving, now he's focusing on another matter before him.

Whoosh.

In the corridor.

The Emperor's figure gradually appeared under the illumination, he continued moving forward, pulling out a torch from the border sentry.

From a distance came a loud shout: "Who is it??"

However, the Emperor had already vanished.

Carrying the torch, he continued running, feeling astonished inside, with a laugh: "This torch is nice, this civilization really has a super Creator God... The torch can transform into my martial arts secret manual; I can create, and I can establish a Divine Country."

"The wills of those worlds are very resistant to Immortal Dao civilization, I said I'd help them, they might choose to rely on me."

The Emperor is a clever person, using the opposition against Immortal Dao civilization to absolutely draw a batch of worlds, building his own Divine Country.

Would he be afraid of him?

He loves defeating the strong while being weak the most.

Using exquisite artistry to defeat enemies is true martial arts.

And on the other side.

Crunch.

Almost without a few years apart, elsewhere on the border, another torch was pulled out.

An elusive shadow kept running:

"This Crystal Series Cosmos is too terrifying! The torch is my only hope for rise, but I can't manufacture it!"

This was the third person who entered with Wales and Black Star, named Dorong.

From an ancient Divine Upper civilization, he is the contemporary Commander of the 723rd generation of Divine Upper Armor "Void Stomach."

Each generation of Divine Upper Armor carries inheritance, and he is the contemporary successor, ruler of this civilization.

Dorong couldn't steal martial arts like the Emperor; as a scientist, he was completely clueless about the torch.

But since he couldn't manufacture it, then just steal it!

Anyway, they all needed to use the torch to illuminate far away; they placed one on the border, and he'd secretly take one, stealing torches to feed himself.

Stealing could build his own bonfire camp, and he could develop it as well.

Thus it could be seen.

Torch after torch from the borders was continually being plundered.

And as decades passed, two newly rising Divine Country forces began establishing bonfires, skirmishing far away, Martial Arts Divine Country, and Dorong Divine Country.

"They are so disgusting!"

Even Wales frowned while watching.

Approaching the opposing Divine Country with intentions to counterattack, they used torches from afar as warnings, seeing our figures, and they immediately fled.

Guerrilla squads, you come, I leave, relocating camps!

Every time they chased, they found the only thing was the torch inserted far away by the opponent, left too late to take, but is that considered gaining advantages?

They lacked torches, turned back and pulled torches out from your border.

The tearing down of border flags between each side wasn't the most disgusting part.

The most disgusting part was...

In one's own main camp, every Crystal Wall room with a hanging bonfire began recognizing ownership, yet the owner wasn't oneself.

Every move.

These Crystal Walls began passing information.

"Run, the opponent has left!"

"It's heading southeast!"

"Run quickly!"

"Haha, that old National Preceptor, you're doomed!"

"Call out your Black Star brother!"

One after another, hanging wall snails, observing every fire, reporting information like crazy amidst corridor chase wars.

Wales finally understood the horror of Heaven's enmity.

Constantly being squeezed out!

The entire world targeting!

Full of cameras, even filling every wall of your home, how can you chase?

And one can't extinguish one's main camp's Divine Country bonfire to enter uninvented stealth?

After all, extinguishing the bonfire means no secured zone's assurance; what about others conducting stealth attacks against one's main camp, staffed with Divine lower-level forces?

Unable to conceal.

Completely unable to defend.

"Damned, damned!"

Professor Wales looked up and sighed, "Even Black Star and others aside, that Thorny Celestial Path, it's simply ruining my grand plan!"

Heaven's enmity.

All are enemies.

"Since it's come to this." Wales made a steadfast decision, called the people from the Magic Academy, "Outside, I don't bother dragging time, start wars inside small worlds one by one! Use hard power to talk! Hard robbing, hard fighting!"

With that said, he began deploying one strong person after another into the multi-dimensional world to plunder within.