Retirement begins with summoning Yuan Tiangang

"Master Yao, come with me. I really need your help with something important," Lin Tian said, looking at Master Yao.

The old doctor didn't ask any further questions, he just nodded.

Lin Tian turned and left the main hall, and he followed behind. The two of them arrived at the front of a side hall.

Lin Tian pushed open the door, revealing a spacious interior.

Lin Tian stepped inside. Yao Lao followed suit.

He felt it the moment he stepped across the threshold.

The side hall was filled with immense power fluctuations, permeating the entire space.

The forces within the space pulsed and shifted wildly, revealing a continuous contraction and compression towards the center.

He stood at the doorway for a moment to adjust, then looked in the direction from which the oppressive feeling was coming from.

Three burly figures were seen sitting cross-legged on the ground in the center of the side hall.

Judging from the look of it, he was probably closing his eyes to heal his injuries, and his aura was restless.

There was a dark red, carapace-like body covered with wounds and scorch marks of varying depths. The area of ​​the right forearm was empty, and the wounds were covered with fine white lines unique to those caused by the erosion of divine power.

To his right rear, his dark bronze skin was covered with fine cracks that stretched from his shoulder blades to his waist, their edges tinged with a dark hue, as if formed by the cooling of a body subjected to sustained high temperatures. This was the typical appearance of an orc.

There was also the figure who had opened the barrier for them today, sitting on the outermost side, with his wings folded and the tips drooping to the ground. A few feathers still retained their scorched and curled state, with golden embers remaining on their edges.

He closed his eyes, his breathing shallower than the other two, as if he were processing the remaining power at a slower pace.

They were all closing their eyes and regulating their breathing, their energy slowly circulating and healing their injuries. The energy was continuously drawing inward along its own pathway.

Looking at the three figures, the old doctor realized they all resembled members of the demon beast clan.

The auras unintentionally revealed by each figure were as majestic as mountains, making it difficult for him to breathe.

The old doctor stood there, not taking another step.

He stood there for a few moments, then looked away from them and turned to look at Lin Tian.

The meaning in that glance was very clear.

You sent me here to see them?

Lin Tian nodded: "These three are the same three who fought against the God Clan today."

He paused for a moment.

"Their injuries are quite serious. Some of their wounds still retain the power of the gods, which is hindering their healing. I invited you here, Master Yao, hoping you could see if there are any good methods to help them. Every little bit helps."

The old doctor did not respond immediately.

He took two steps forward, looked at the wounds on Mingye's body, and saw the constantly pulsating destructive power on them. "The residual divine power is eroding the edges of the wounds, slowing down the healing process. I'll try to heal these wounds, but it's hard to say whether I can. The difference in cultivation levels is too great. The energy level on some wounds is too high, beyond the reach of my conventional methods."

What he was worried about was the vast difference in their cultivation levels; he didn't know if it would be effective. Even if he had the ability, it would be difficult to offer any help.

"It's alright, even a little bit is good. I'll leave it to you."

Lin Tian smiled and took half a step back.

"I'll go take care of other things first." He turned and walked out.

Only the old general's gaze remained fixed on the three.

Lin Tian walked out of the side hall.

He kept thinking about it after he came out.

A group of people have already entered the Void Tower to cultivate.

Is there anything that could be useful for my other summoned cultivators?

What's more important now is time itself, and how to help more people advance further in a shorter amount of time.

He has nothing to show for himself now. He looked through his belongings and found nothing of value, nothing useful.

He called out in his mind, "System."

"Here I am, host," the system's sweet voice rang out again.

"System, do you have any other cheap cultivation towers or similar items? Ideally, they would have effects similar to the Void Tower, but if not, something close enough is also acceptable."

"Host, did you come here to make a wish? Please turn right at the door, and don't bother coming back." The system's response was clean and concise.

Lin Tian was taken aback for a moment: "Your system seems a bit weak."

As he spoke, he walked into the square. "Look, other people either have a system for showing off and slapping faces, or the strongest anti-routine system, or they have something like Grandpa Ring has a super powerful force, and any one of them is a great emperor who reigns supreme among immortals."

"And you, all you do is exploit me, and you don't give me anything. And the things you give me are ridiculously expensive. I understand the principle of 'you get what you pay for,' but this is just too expensive."

After he finished criticizing the system, he stopped at the edge of the square and looked up at the sky above.

As darkness fell, the clouds were tinged with a warm hue, their edges edged with a bright border, as if gently pulled from the side by something.

The system's voice slowly sounded after he stopped moving: "Host, well, you can only blame yourself. Who told you not to try hard enough? I just randomly selected you. Otherwise, do you think you're just blessed by fate?"

"If I had been more discerning in choosing my host, I would have picked someone who draws prizes every day. You have no right to haggle with me here."

Lin Tian remained silent. He arrived at the plaza, gazing at the sky above, his mind filled with thoughts. He looked at the number of lying down points on the virtual panel, 246992, and unconsciously found the Summoning Scroll.

[Beginner Summoning Scroll]: 100 Lying Points/Scroll

[Intermediate Summoning Scroll]: 500 Lying Points/Scroll

[Advanced Summoning Scroll]: 1000 Lying Points/Scroll

He inexplicably clicked on the summoning scroll section. A basic summoning scroll cost 100 points, an intermediate one cost 500 points, and a high-level one cost 1000 points.

He looked at the options for a while, his finger paused above the column of numbers, and then, somewhat inexplicably, clicked on the Elementary Summoning Scroll.

The text on the screen flashed once: "Ding, successfully purchased one Beginner Summoning Scroll."

"Remaining lying-flat points: 246892."

Then came the use. He clicked confirm almost without hesitation, and the words on the screen flashed again: "Ding, summoning... Congratulations to the host for obtaining one bag of Five Grains Divine Food."

He clicked on the introduction and took a look.

Description: A miraculous way to relieve hunger. Simply add water to one bowl of rice and cook it to make three bowls of white rice. It's essential for survival and tastes delicious...

After reading the introduction, Lin Tian thought, "It's really amazing. Oh well."

He was silent for a moment.

He stood there for a while, feeling the wind blowing from the side of the square, circling around the hem of his clothes.

He put the bag of Five Grains Divine Food into a corner of the warehouse without giving it another glance, and then closed the system panel.

After standing there for a while, he suddenly realized another problem: he was almost fifty years old now.

Having been single since birth, I'm worried that my lineage will die out.

If you ask what Raymond Lam is, then...

He thought about it and realized that Lin Feng's situation was an accident, and he hadn't been involved at all, although he had indeed been involved in raising him later.

He looked at the arc of light on the distant horizon that was gradually being lowered by the twilight, and a feeling welled up in his heart that he wasn't quite sure how to categorize.

Clutching a bunch of things I don't quite understand how to use effectively, life continues to move forward at its own pace, never stopping for anyone.

He stood there for a while in the breeze, then turned and walked into the hall.

He was still thinking about other things, but his feet had already stepped back, returning to the shadows inside the hall.

Meanwhile, in the realm of gods!

A majestic temple, reaching to the heavens, stands atop the clouds, its four walls constructed from single pieces of milky-white jade.

It was ethereal and golden.

The floor inside the hall is paved with a layer of light gold stone, with fine patterns carved along the edges. These patterns extend along the floor to the walls on both sides, then climb up the walls to the dome, and finally converge in a carving in the center of the dome.

The entire hall was bathed in a continuous, emanating pale golden halo.

The light source slowly spreads downwards from the center of the dome. The light source itself is not visible, but the light maintains a stable brightness and temperature, evenly enveloping every figure standing in the hall.

Two rows of figures stood on either side of the main hall, each row containing about thirty people, totaling more than seventy. Each figure was majestic and sacred. Here, even those of the Earth God level or below could not enter the hall.

Above the temple, there is a high platform.

A majestic throne of black jade sat high on the throne, its backrest towering high and its armrests wide and engraved with ancient divine patterns. A faint golden light flowed through the jade, and the seat was covered with black brocade embroidered with star patterns. The legs of the throne were as heavy as mountains, and the throne hung alone at the highest point of the hall.

Even though the throne was empty, an overwhelming aura permeated the entire temple. At this moment, there was no one on the throne, yet it exuded a vast divine power.

Below the throne are five divine thrones, all forged from primordial divine materials. Each throne is imprinted with a corresponding forbidden authority, and the oppressive power of the laws permeates the palace.

At this moment, five figures sat side by side on the five thrones of the God-King, each seat with roughly the same distance between them.

The five figures were surrounded by forbidden powers of different colors. These powers formed a continuously flowing halo that enveloped their faces and body outlines within a perceptible range, making them impossible to see with the naked eye.

Each figure stood tall and imposing, exuding an aura of authority. They represented five supreme taboos.

They faced two rows of high-ranking Protoss members below them.

At this moment, in the hall, there were two figures in a terrible state, their bodies tattered and their auras weak. The two stood there with difficulty, one in gold and one in red. Yes, these two were the God Lord Oren and the God Lord Blazing Flame, who had just experienced a great battle. They were surrounded by gods and deities.

At this moment, the God Lord Oren looked at the five figures above. These were the five great god-kings of their divine race, representing supreme power and holding sacred authority.

From left to right, the first is the King of Ruins, who holds the authority over the Ruins of Annihilation.

It possesses the forbidden power to destroy all things, capable of burning away divine essence, obliterating divine positions, reducing gods to nothingness and ashes, leaving not even their souls behind.

His black figure sat in the seat, his true face hidden under a blurry forbidden power, his features obscured. Only the black divine light around him continued to surge, forming a subtle distorted area at the edge of the seat, as if a ghostly blue fire was continuously burning the air around that divine light.

The second is the God of Time, whose power is to revert to past illusions.

It can peek into the taboos of cause and effect, trace back the past, rewind time, and glimpse fates that have not yet occurred, and can alter the past causes and effects of mortals to gods.

He was surrounded by a pale blue divine light.

In the third seat sits the God-King of Desire, who wields the power to corrupt the gods through their desires.

It can erode the soul and obsessions, amplify the greed, resentment, and obsessions in one's heart, stir up the inner demons, cause the self to fall into madness, and take control of desires and taboos.

He was surrounded by a dark red divine light.

Fourth, the prophetic god-king. A prophecy concerning the calamity of his power.

He possesses the forbidden power to trigger calamities in all the heavens, can foretell great calamities, and can also bring about calamities in the divine realm. Once his prophecy is uttered, it will give rise to a great calamity of the gods, and his words will come true. The divine light surrounding him is white.

Fifth, the God-King of Creation. Authority is the origin of creation.

His divine light was golden.

Oren and Flame God stood in the center of the hall, their gazes fixed on them from the figures on either side.

Oren's golden armor was covered with fine white cracks, running from his shoulder blades to his waist. The cracks were slowly repairing themselves, and the edges were closing up at an imperceptible pace.

His aura was still rising, but the existence of those cracks itself spoke volumes about what he had been through.

The Flame God stood beside him, his red robes now faded to a darker grayish-brown, and the continuous burning aura around him had thinned considerably.

His breath was weak and listless.

No one spoke in the hall; all remained silent.

Suddenly, a voice came from the side of the crowd, carrying a mocking tone: "Isn't Lord Oren usually so majestic? Why is he in such a sorry state now? Facing a mere human, a creature from the lower realm, he was almost beaten to the point of shattering his true form."

"As expected, he was used to swaggering around and thought he was so great. But a single human who resisted him brought him back to reality."

"I think he's just putting on an act, thinking he's so great, but he's just a paper tiger."

"The God Lord Oren and the God Lord Flame are truly a disgrace to the divine race. If I were to go, they would be kneeling at my feet and begging for mercy within three moves."

"Hahaha."

The sound came from the front of the lines on both sides.

It carried a sarcastic tone.

Oren slowly turned his head and looked towards the source of the voice. In the right-hand line of gods, a young-looking god was smiling.

The other deities beside them were also smiling, but when they saw Deity Oren looking over, they immediately adjusted their expressions, looking around but unable to meet his gaze.