Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

"Tens of thousands of years have passed, and yet a new system has been born!"

In an instant, countless living beings across the land of Kyushu eagerly awaited their arrival.

The system created by a newly powerful figure is sure to stir up huge waves in this world that has been silent for countless years.

In the next century, many new extraordinary beings may be born in the world.

……

The Northeast Witchcraft Cult, Jingshan City.

At this moment, Jingshan is barren, with black rocks exposed in the barren sand, and the entire main peak is devoid of any signs of life.

In the distance, the vast ocean undulates, shimmering with light, and a flock of seabirds soars at the horizon where the blue sky meets the sea.

Here by the sea, the wind is strong, and a faint smell of the sea wafts through the air. Salun Agu sits cross-legged on the mountaintop, a small table in front of him, his face somber. In this era where super-grade beings are extinct, the birth of a new super-grade being is not something to be happy about for the Witch God Cult or for the Witch God.

"Great Wizard, all troops have been withdrawn to the Witch God Cult, the area around Jingshan City has been cleared, and the wizards involved in the plan have also assembled." Wulan Pagoda, the last remaining Spiritual Wisdom Master from the previous era, stepped forward and bowed his head to speak.

"Hmm." The high wizard nodded slightly, his voice low: "For the sake of the Witch God Cult."

"For the sake of the Witch God Cult," Ulan Pagoda repeated, pounding his chest with his hand.

Salun Agu stood up and faced the square of Jingshan City.

There stood countless fifth-rank and even fourth-rank wizards, who were the backbone of the Witch God Cult.

Without saying a word, Salun Agu lightly glided his fingertips across his wrist, letting the blood flow, then formed a hand seal and spoke in a booming voice that echoed throughout heaven and earth: "Offer sacrifice to the Witch God!"

"Offer sacrifices to the witch god!" Ulan Pagoda did the same.

"Offer sacrifices to the Witch God!" shouted the fourth and fifth-rank witches, who also slashed their wrists.

The blood flowed like a thread, but instead of dripping, it carried the life force of the wizards, transforming into a crimson glow that drifted towards the valley and merged into the sculpture that the wizards had worshipped for a thousand years.

One by one, the wizards fell, turning into withered, dried corpses. They died silently, without complaint or regret.

Their will is embodied in the sculpture of the sorcerer god.

A cracking sound came from the sculpture of an old man wearing a Confucian hat and robe. Deep cracks ran across the sculpture, tearing it apart. At the same time, the sculpture of the shaman god also cracked, spewing out fine stone chips.

Streams of black smoke emanated from the sculpture's brow, obscuring the sky and blocking out the blazing sun and blue sky, turning day into night.

In an instant, the black mist enveloped the area within a hundred miles of Jingshan City, churning endlessly like a raging storm.

Blood sacrifice technique.

Salun Agu mobilized the life force of half of the sorcerers of the Witch God Cult, and drew upon the spiritual energy of all living beings around Jingshan City, mixing it with the fortune of half of the Witch God Cult to help the Witch God break through the seal.

Finally, just as the Ulan Pagoda had also turned into a dried corpse and Salun Agu's aura was about to drop to the first rank, the Confucian Sage statue collapsed completely with a "boom".

A young man in black robes wearing a crown of thorns slowly stepped out of the void.

The sorcerer god has been born.

The fortune of the entire Northeast was refined in the first instant, transformed into a seal, and fell into the hands of the shaman god.

……

The Western Regions, and the Siamese Kingdom in the east, which is close to the Great Feng Dynasty.

"All dharma and self are empty, all is illusion; liberate yourself and others, awaken yourself and others, save others and yourself, all beings attain Buddhahood..."

The Arhat Du'e sat cross-legged on the high platform, preaching and expounding his Mahayana Buddhist philosophy.

The believers and monks below were completely absorbed in the spectacle.

Compared to the Aranya Buddhism, which emphasizes self-cultivation, the Buddhism brought back by Du'e Luohan from the Eastern Land of Great Fa was more easily accepted by monks and common people at the grassroots level.

Helping others and helping oneself is true love. This aligns perfectly with people's moral values ​​and resonates with the instinct of the impoverished people of the Western Regions who yearn for salvation and to redeem others.

"Venerable Asura, congratulations on your return."

After the sermon ended, Du'e did not return to the temple. Instead, he looked to his side, where a handsome but ugly-looking nine-foot-tall man was looking at him with his arms crossed.

"Your Excellency has returned to your position. Why have you come to this humble monk's place instead of Aranya?" Du'e Arhat continued to ask, only to see Asura's lips curl into a smile as he looked at him: "That Martial Saint asked me to deliver a message to you regarding your Mahayana Buddhist teachings."

Upon hearing this, Arhat Du'e frowned and said, "I would like to hear the details."

……

Yunzhou, Qianlong City.

On the vast blue ocean, a fleet of ships anchored on the undulating blue waves, flags embroidered with a blue dragon fluttering fiercely in the gale.

A middle-aged man in a purple robe stood on the ship's railing, gazing at Yunzhou with a deep, unreadable expression.

The white-robed sorcerer's face was more grim than ever before.

His hard-earned power over twenty years crumbled like a thin sheet of paper in the face of absolute power.

He couldn't understand why anyone would be able to cross borders repeatedly without any regard for rank restrictions.

Just over a year ago, he was merely a lowly fifth-rank ant!

This made his plans of the past twenty years a complete joke.

Thinking back to the previous plan against Russell, Xu Pingfeng did not hesitate at all and led the Qianlong City lineage out to sea by boat.

He can only hope that Russell's supernatural being doesn't have the ability to divine.

……

"That's so boring."

Shanhaiguan military camp.

Russell rushed over immediately after his breakthrough and fought against the newly unsealed Witch God in the Witch God Cult.

Unlike the southern border where fortune is scarce, the Witch God who successfully condensed the Mountain and River Seal has established his own Heavenly Dao in the territory of the Witch God Cult, and neither Russell nor he can do anything about the other.

"Congratulations, Prince Xiaoyao, on achieving the Super Grade rank."

Inside the military tent, Wei Yuan was all smiles.

The moment he saw Russell's figure in the sky, he had already conceived his entire plan to unify the nine provinces.

"You're too kind, Lord Wei." Luo Su first smiled at Wei Yuan, then glanced smugly at Xu Qi'an beside him, and nodded with the attitude of an elder: "Mid-stage fourth rank, not bad, but you still need to work hard."

"You're kidding me." Xu Qi'an laughed and cursed. Showing off in front of an acquaintance really made Russell feel good.

Xu Qi'an is no longer just a lowly silver gong player in the night watchman's office.

During Russell's five-month trip, Xu Qi'an's reputation among the border troops soared.

Nowadays, who doesn't mention Xu Qi'an when they talk about him? Xu Shikui has a distinguished military record.

He resists the witches and gods in the north and reaches the demons in the west. He has martial arts and spiritual skills, and his literary talent is outstanding.

This is clearly the supervisor intentionally or unintentionally helping Xu Qi'an gain experience.

Under the strategist's planning, if it weren't for Russell's unreasonable breakthrough, the Battle of Qianlong City would have been Xu Qi'an's best opportunity to resolve the conflict between father and son and make a name for himself. Unfortunately, everyone's attention was now drawn to Russell, this god among gods. "With the resurgence of the Witch God, Shanhaiguan is no longer safe. Why doesn't Lord Wei lead the soldiers to retreat into Yuyang Pass?" Russell then suggested.

If Chaopin wanted to, Shanhaiguan would become a dead city in an instant.

"Your Highness, rest assured, I have already given the order." Wei Yuan nodded; he had naturally already considered this matter.

“That’s good. There’s one more thing, concerning Ning Yan,” Russell continued.

"Me?" Xu Qi'an pointed to himself, first taking aback, then his brows furrowed involuntarily: "You mean Xu Pingfeng?"

Russell nodded, somewhat annoyed, and said, "If I had known, I would have kept the commotion to a minimum. This guy was worried that I would go to Yunzhou to settle accounts with them, so he abandoned his home and fled overseas with the Qianlong City branch."

"Gone?" Xu Qi'an's lips twitched. Very good, it fits his stereotype of sorcerers perfectly.

“He didn’t completely leave; he left your birth mother and your two younger siblings behind,” Russell added.

"..." Xu Qi'an fell silent.

The words "mother" and "younger brother and sister" are somewhat difficult for him to face.

“Ning Yan has been fighting bloody battles these past few days, and he must be exhausted.” Wei Yuan took a sip of tea and said calmly, “I’ll have Yang Yan go in your place. As for Qianlong City, we’ll wait for you to rest and recuperate before launching a campaign against them.”

"Thank you, Lord Wei." Xu Qi'an immediately gave Lord Wei a grateful look.

Wei Yuan nodded, his dark eyes reflecting composure.

From his actions, Xu Qi'an gleaned four words: insignificant.

"Now that the border matters are settled, I'll head back to the capital." Russell informed them. The sorcerer was like a turtle hiding in its shell; there was no point in him staying any longer. Once he returned to the capital and met with the Imperial Preceptor and the Flower Goddess, he would then make a trip to the Western Regions.

He had already seen the sorcerer, but he had not yet sought guidance from the Buddha.

"Ning Yan, see the Prince off." Wei Yuan looked at Xu Qi'an, who nodded and stood up at the same time as Luo Su.

The two stepped out of the tent and, under the reverent gazes of the soldiers, walked together to a secluded area.

“Ziqi, you and I are from the same hometown, right?” Xu Qi’an suddenly asked.

"Where did you guess that?" Russell asked curiously.

"You didn't even think about hiding it? I'm not stupid," Xu Qi'an said with a wry smile.

Whether it was the pulse point at their first meeting or his behavior and language style that were completely different from those of the people of Dafeng, Russell never tried to hide anything; he simply thought it was all a coincidence.

Until just now, Russell created the Dao and became a Super Grade.

Putting aside the incredible speed of leveling up, the sheer audacity to forge new paths is something an ordinary wanderer shouldn't possess.

"I'm leaving." Russell patted Xu Qi'an on the shoulder, and his figure turned into starlight and disappeared.

Almost immediately, the scattered starlight re-condensed on the Bagua platform.

"Hey, old Deng, missed me?" Russell raised an eyebrow at the supervisor with even more smugness.

"Heh." The supervisor glanced at Russell and chuckled.

Brat, you broke through, but you made such a big fuss. Anyone who didn't know better would think he had achieved enlightenment.

"Why is Yang Qianhuan in the dungeon again? Oh, and Song Qing is here too." Russell sat down in the warden's rattan chair and asked curiously. Before the warden could speak, he answered himself, "Oh, the two of them were planning to build a flying machine to pick stars from outer space. They almost got frozen halfway there. Hmm, that does seem like something they would do. Next time, tell them that the stars are under my control. If they want them, they can just tell me."

The supervisor remained expressionless: "If you have something to say, say it; if not, get lost."

"Hey! How dare you talk like that, old man?! Do you know who you're talking to?" Russell pointed at himself and introduced, "I am Russell, a Martial Saint! Super Grade! Do you even know what Super Grade means?!"

"Hmph..." The supervisor snorted coldly, picked up the wine cup, took a sip, and didn't reply.

Even half a year ago, when Russell and Luo Yuheng both ascended to the status of terrestrial immortals, he would have dared to accept the challenge if Russell had dared to ask.

In this small territory of the capital, unless four first-rank officials make a move at the same time, he is confident that he can remain invincible.

But now, he believes Russell really has a way to crush him.

"The breaking of the seal by the Witch God and the condensation of the Mountain and River Seal, what impact will that have on you?" Russell asked.

"No, as long as I don't rush out, it won't affect me." The supervisor didn't dwell on how Russell knew his true identity; compared to the strangeness surrounding him, this was of little importance.

"So, does that mean you owe me a huge favor?" Russell continued to ask.

“Not bad.” The supervisor continued to nod.

Russell's appearance meant that he didn't need to return to the predetermined fate, and he could indeed say that he owed Russell a favor.

“In that case, God and Demon Island is mine.” Russell spoke frankly, saying that God and Demon Island was connected to the Gate of Heaven, and unless the incarnation of Heaven agreed, even he could not forcibly devour it.

"What use do you have for God and Demon Island?" This time, the supervisor was genuinely curious. After all, the most precious thing on God and Demon Island was the portal leading to the core of the Heavenly Dao. However, Russell was not interested in that portal, but instead had his eye on the object that carried it.

There's a Chinese idiom, "buying the casket and returning the pearl," which perfectly describes Russell's behavior at this moment.

But the supervisor believed that Russell was not such a fool.

"I need the divine and demonic spiritual essence entangled on the Island of Gods and Demons," Russell said bluntly. "These spiritual essences will be of great use to me."

The Island of Gods and Demons was formed from the corpses of ancient gods and demons who died during the great war between the gods. Over the long years, their remaining spiritual essences intertwined and solidified into a tangible form.

These spiritual essences are not only complex and numerous, but also incredibly pure.

Time, space, the five elements, seals, illusions, power... it has everything.

Theoretically speaking, as long as your body and soul can withstand it and absorb the spiritual essence contained within, you can create a super-grade character from nothing.

“Okay.” The supervisor nodded in agreement, condensed a ball of energy at his fingertips, and tossed it in front of Russell, who took it into his palm.

This thing is the authority of God and Demon Island.

He had no reason to reject Russell.

Because as long as Russell exists, the sorcerer and the Buddha cannot leave the Northeast and the Western Regions.

He had enough time to wait for the God of War to grow, instead of constantly pushing forward as before.

Moreover, he believed that Russell would not let go of the spiritual essence of the sorcerer and the Buddha.

With his mindset relaxed, the supervisor felt much younger and asked casually, "What are your plans after the great calamity is over?"

"First, I'll take my confidantes to tour this land of Kyushu. If I'm lucky, I'll take in three or five more disciples to inherit my martial arts. Once I'm tired of touring Kyushu, I'll go out and explore."

This "gate" naturally refers to the Gate of Heaven.

He may not replace the Way of Heaven, but the Way of Heaven should not even think of stopping him.

"There are plenty of wolves and tigers outside the gate," the supervisor warned earnestly.

Russell just smiled.

They are the greatest cancer in all the heavens and myriad realms.

(End of this chapter)