A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 320 Not on This Shore, the Promised Land

The change of leadership among the Eight Leaves was a matter of a single sentence. From the moment Nichiren Sekai and Sukara were killed, the war had already come to an end, and victory was already beyond doubt.

However, the entire war lasted no more than thirty hours, while the coalition government's takeover of the entire territory of Hachiyoin took a full thirty days and is still ongoing.

Today, we witnessed another grand procession of trucks entering and leaving the city, one of the five cities in Myanmar. Large trucks flew by at the same altitude, with only a very faint sound of their engines reaching the ground.

Zhang Yamin sat on the school playground, looking up at the departing truck, holding a thermos in his hand, and took a sip of freshly brewed goji berry tea with a relaxed feeling.

A tape recorder nearby played the commands for martial arts exercises, and the high school students on the playground began to practice them meticulously.

Zhang Yamin's main job is as a high school dean of studies and music teacher. He enjoys studying miscellaneous books in his spare time. After returning to the five cities of Myanmar from the United Government, he did nothing except for the first ten days or so when he helped to prepare various propaganda materials.

At that time, he did want to return to his original school and continue teaching students, but due to the change of regime, the Eight Leaves Academy removed the residual influence of the psionic chips from many people, and rumors that the five cities of Myanmar were likely to become battlefields.

Students have no interest in learning, and teachers have no interest in teaching; most schools have already suspended classes.

After he returned to school, the principal was very hospitable to him, the publicity officer, and spent the whole afternoon entertaining him, while also sighing and complaining all afternoon.

However, it was still not confirmed when regular classes would begin.

Until a month ago, when the news of Hachiyoin's complete defeat came, it seemed as if overnight, the entire anxious city was revitalized.

As schools gradually reopened, Zhang Yamin was able to return to his post.

"What are those two in the second-to-last row of Class 3, Grade 11, whispering about?"

Zhang Yamin cleared his throat. "If there's a second time, the whole class will stay behind for an extra five minutes."

The whole class glared at the two students, who immediately fell silent and sat down properly for the morning exercises.

Several teachers were walking around and patrolling the playground. The homeroom teacher of Class 3, Grade 11, walked over and sat down on the chair next to Zhang Yamin.

"These mischievous monkeys were serious for a few days when they first came back to school a few weeks ago, but now they've reverted to their old ways. As soon as get out of class is over, there's not a quiet place in the whole classroom."

The homeroom teacher sighed, "They're almost adults, but they still have such bad memories. They were so panicked a while ago, but now they're acting like nothing happened."

Zhang Yamin smiled and said, "Things have settled down now, which is good. By the way, I overheard them whispering earlier. Were they talking about a transfer student in your class today?"

The homeroom teacher shifted her attention and nodded, saying, "Yes. She came from Baye's side. She looks so well-behaved. I looked at her previous exam papers and her textbooks over there. Wow! A student who didn't have a psionic chip can learn so much. It's unbelievable. Now that she has a chip, once she adapts to the courses here, she'll probably dominate the top spot in the grade."

Zhang Yamin thought more deeply: "It's only been a month, and they've already completed all the procedures to transfer their child to this school. The parents must be a bit unusual."

The homeroom teacher said, "I've met her father. He's a very refined and gentle man. He said he'd wanted to move to another place to study for a long time, but he never had the chance before."

Zhang Yamin didn't ask any more questions. After the morning exercises, as the students returned to their classrooms, he encountered a father and daughter coming out of the principal's office on his way back to his office.

They must be father and daughter. The father is indeed refined and cultured, and the daughter is well-behaved with long hair tied in a braid and holding a pair of glasses.

The father said, "...These glasses are wrong again?"

"Yes," the daughter said, "I feel like my nearsightedness is almost completely gone, so I won't need to wear glasses anymore."

"No, although psionic energy can cure nearsightedness, the eyes are fragile and still need to be well protected."

The father took the glasses and said, "Why don't we go buy you a pair of glasses that can automatically adjust the prescription? I heard that the Shenzhou Brotherhood Society's multi-functional glasses have opened several branches here and have a very good reputation. We'll go buy you a pair after school today."

The daughter's eyes lit up: "The Divine Land Brotherhood Society, is it the Divine Land Brotherhood Society that Uncle Li...Guan has?"

Her father smiled and patted her head.

As they passed each other, the girl called out, "Hello, teacher."

Zhang Yamin smiled and nodded: "So you're a freshman in Class 3 of the second year of high school?"

"Yes, my name is Liu Susu," the girl said. "Is the teacher also the teacher of Class 3, Grade 11?"

"I'm your music teacher," Zhang Yamin said. "I'll be teaching you tomorrow. Don't feel pressured since you've just transferred here. It's very relaxed here. Make some friends!"

Liu Susu nodded and said, "Okay, goodbye, teacher."

Liu Anshan also greeted Zhang Yamin.

Zhang Yamin stopped and watched the two of them go down the stairs, thinking to himself: Is the Mr. Guan of the Shenzhou Brotherhood Society the same Mr. Guan Luoyang?

Thinking of the name that was frequently mentioned in recent reports about Baye, Zhang Yamin felt inexplicably more relaxed, and even a little secretly pleased.

After all, the first thing Mr. Guan did after he appeared this year seemed to be leading several hundred people away from Myanmar Mountain, although this matter seemed insignificant compared to what happened later.

He was too lazy to discern his subtle feelings, so he hummed a familiar tune and leisurely carried his thermos to his office.

"I wonder what Mr. Guan is doing now. He must be extremely busy after conquering the Eight Leaves..."

The atmosphere in the city is becoming increasingly peaceful and relaxed.

Guan Luoyang, who is on many people's minds, is indeed very busy.

However, he wasn't busy dealing with any affairs. For the past month, he had simply been strolling around and practicing his skills.

In the span of twenty or thirty days, they traveled to almost all the major provinces and the most populous cities in the Eight Leaves region.

The Spiritual Calamity of Mara: Although Guan Luoyang managed to shatter the towering three-faced, six-armed statue before it fully took shape, and then returned it using the computational power gained from devouring Brahma's brain, a great deal of unclaimed spiritual energy was still scattered across the land of the Eight Leaves after the torrential rain of spiritual light swept through.

One reason for this is that Guan Luoyang's calculations had a slight deviation, preventing the money from being returned to its original owner.

Another reason is that the original owner who supplied these psionic signals is dead.

If left unattended, this lost spiritual energy could very well brew into some small to medium-sized spiritual disasters.

Guan Luoyang traveled to various places, dealing with these hidden dangers. In the process, he also examined the various cultivation techniques imprints in his Tianhe Dao Foundation, merging and optimizing the imprints of the thirty-six conductor imprints to form six imprint methods.

In total, there are the Thirty-Six Methods of the Heavenly River, the Three Chapters of the Heavenly Demon, the Nine Forms of Mind and Intent, the Ten Imprints of Gene Martial Arts, plus these six Imprint Methods.

His Heavenly River Dao Foundation already contains sixty-four kinds of divine power imprints. If he were to transcend the Ninefold Tribulation Fire with such a foundation and enter the ninth level of Qi Refining and Nourishment, the magical power he would obtain would be far superior to that of ordinary practitioners of the Heavenly River Orthodox Method.

However, after careful consideration, Guan Luoyang still did not rush to break through. It was not that he wanted to be greedy. After all, if his foundation was too solid, when he tried to break through to the Nascent Soul realm in the future, it might cause his magic power to surge too much, his mind to be disturbed, and add more risks.

However, he hasn't used all the genetic information martial arts that Yan Zhen sent him yet. He needs to deconstruct all the data, extract the imprints, and then consider refining the essence and breaking through to a higher level.

"Brother Guan."

Yan Zhen's portrait was projected onto Guan Luoyang's watch.

The old man got straight to the point: "Things on the Eight Leaves side are starting to get on track. We're about to discuss our strategy for facing the Promised Land. Come join us."

A red dot appeared on the watch, projecting a navigation map.

Guan Luoyang glanced at it; it was over there with Indra.

Originally, under the rule of the Eight Leaves Court, the capital was the Narayana region. However, after the joint government took over, the recent adjustments have been mainly centered on the Indra region, radiating outwards.

This place is uniquely advantageous. It was originally a military stronghold, concentrating a lot of high-tech capabilities, with thousands of complete production lines, and it is also relatively close to the former territory of the United Regime.

This would not only demonstrate a bold and decisive transformation of the former Eight Leaves territory, but also allow the key strongmen stationed here to take care of more areas.

The meeting place chosen by Yan Zhen and Fifth Mingjing was the original central building of Indra, with a command hall on the basement floor and a council hall on the ground floor.

The council hall was bright and clean, with a spacious interior. All four sides were made of one-way glass, so people inside could see outside, but people outside could only see their own reflections when they looked inside.

A magnificent crystal chandelier, shaped like a small tower, hangs from the ceiling of the hall, beneath which sits a large oval table.

When Guan Luoyang arrived, there were only a few people in the entire council hall.

Fifth Mirror was facing the table, flipping through the documents.

Yan Zhen sat with his suit jacket open, facing the table sideways, fanning himself with a few sheets of paper in his hand. As soon as he saw Guan Luoyang come in, he immediately invited him to sit down.

Guan Luoyang casually pulled out a chair and sat down.

The three sat on the same side of the oval table, only a meter or two apart. There was no serious or tense atmosphere. Even though the meeting had not yet started, it was more like two or three friends chatting after the meeting had ended.

Guan Luoyang asked, "Regarding the Promised Land, did Leopold's side find out anything?"

"I guess so. He was quite cooperative, rambling on and on. If you asked him one question, he could give you ten answers."

Yan Zhen said, "I asked him myself, so I can at least be sure that what he said was the truth, but not much of the truth was useful."

Fifth Mirror looked up: "Even if we couldn't get anything out of Leopold, we should still make some plans for the Promised Land. The moon's fall might be considered an accident, but their organization was unforgivable in the great war that led to it. Before, we were still dealing with the situation on our own side and couldn't do anything about it, but now that we're basically unified, how can we tolerate them getting away with it?"

Guan Luoyang agreed, "That's right. So what do we know now?"

Fifth Mirror handed over several sheets of documents: "This is a compilation of information sent by Black Knife, plus intelligence extracted from Leopold, and some key points extracted. Take a look first."

According to Leopold's testimony.

In their organization, besides Leopold himself, only Jiushan and a person named Chu Xinggu are capable of reaching the eighth level of psychic power under normal circumstances.

However, there are more than eighty Level 7 psychics in their organization.

This number made Guan Luoyang raise an eyebrow.

A level 7 psychic in normal circumstances can become a named Arhat in the Eight Leaves Courtyard. On the surface, there are only a handful of psychics of this level in the Eight Leaves Courtyard territory.

Even after the recent takeover by the coalition government and a thorough investigation of both the official and civilian sectors, the number of Level 7 psychic power users found was less than twenty.

On the united regime's side, out of a population of over 600 million, there are only 35 registered Level 7 psychics.

In this respect, Jiushan's organization actually surpassed the combined total of the United Government and the Eight Leaves Institute.

Guan Luoyang continued reading.

That organization has 150 Level 6 psychics, over 300 Level 5 psychics, and approximately 1,100 Level 4 psychics.

Fifth Mirror said, "The number of Level 4 psionicists is only a quarter of ours, while their total population is about half of ours."

"In short, their probability of cultivating a Level 4 person from ordinary people is not as high as ours, but after reaching Level 4, it seems that it is much easier for them to advance further than for us."

Yan Zhen said, "A level seven psychic, coupled with the home advantage, can pose a certain threat to us, but that's not the most troublesome part."

"The real problem is that we have no idea where their headquarters are."

Guan Luoyang looked at the documents.

In recent years, Hei Cuodao has sent many elite intelligence agents across the ocean to gather information about the Jiushan organization.

However, there was no large administrative organization like the United Government or the Eight Leaves Court on that land. Instead, there was a chaotic scene of countless warlords and bandits occupying the land. You occupied one city, he occupied two cities, and after a few days they would attack each other, or be overthrown by their subordinates, or fall into internal strife and division.

Jiushan's organization did not establish a strong and effective unified management, but instead allowed the people of that land to continue the chaotic state of the Great Cataclysm.

For more than fifty years, while other places have been rebuilding, their area has remained largely a wasteland.

But how can that organization guarantee that it can accumulate enough strength to select talent at will, and even be able to confront behemoths like the United Nations regime?

The answer is simple: because they have mastered it.

--game.

On that land, there exists a "game world" far more magnificent and colorful than the wasteland they inhabit, with extremely high realism and an immersive gaming experience. All gains and losses in the game can even indirectly reflect on reality.

Ninety percent of the population in the wasteland are gamers.

"The Promised Land" is actually the name of that game world.

(End of this chapter)