Just as the old patriarch forced me to my death, I achieved the unity of Dao and fruition.

The southern Heiroba State of the Blue Star Federation.

Under the blazing sun, the vast wilderness was bathed in golden light, and in the distance, towering mining towers and resource transport tracks stretching along the horizon could be seen occasionally.

This region is rich in minerals; nearly 40% of the Federation's rare metals come from this continent.

The situation in Heliopagos has always been complicated.

Before the establishment of the federation, this area had long been divided among tribes, local armed forces, and resource conglomerates.

After the Federation unified the Blue Star, although it built cities, starports and transportation networks, it never truly managed to extend its power into every wasteland.

In many remote areas, a word from the local chief is more effective than an order from the state government.

The local inhabitants are mainly Black Loba people with dark skin.

The city has modern factories and maglev trains, but outside the city, many ancient tribes are still preserved.

The mix of old and new orders naturally made it a favorite place for the Rebels of Truth.

Today, this stronghold, which the Rebel Alliance has operated for over a hundred years, has changed hands.

Basement No. 7 in Helioba State.

Inside the circular conference hall, which originally belonged to the upper echelons of the Reverse True Society, twisted apostles stood on both sides.

Some of them have six arms, some have lower bodies made entirely of black tentacles, and one has a body covered with baby faces, with hundreds of little faces opening their eyes with every breath.

In the past, these twisted apostles could only serve as weapons.

They can understand the simplest commands, but they are completely incapable of participating in meetings.

But now, sitting in the main seat is also a twisted apostle.

Old Wang, who is over two meters tall, has a vertical eye on his chest that slowly rotates, and four arms resting on a large metal chair.

Not only does it possess twisting power, but it also has a layer of crimson blood energy condensed to the point of being almost tangible.

In terms of sheer power on paper, it is already comparable to the Six Thousand Phases.

If one fully unleashes their distorted true form, and combines it with the combat experience of the Demon King's true spirit, they might even be able to reach the Nine Thousand Phases in a short period of time.

He is already on the same level as Xie Wuwang at his peak.

On the first day Old Wang arrived in Black Roba State, he led twelve other twisted apostles controlled by the True Spirit to destroy the three largest Reverse True Society strongholds in the area.

It wasn't a massacre or subjugation; it was a very easy takeover.

While the ordinary mind cultivators hesitated, the original twisted apostles offered almost no resistance.

In their simple understanding, the Reverse True Sect cultivators are merely outsiders who can command them.

Old Wang and his group were of the same clan. Not only were they powerful and possessed pure auras, but more importantly, they could also speak.

There's no need to consider whose advice to listen to.

And so, in just three days...

Nearly 80% of the Twisted Apostles in Black Roba have sided with Old Wang.

A large number of out-of-control twisted beings were also brought back under control. The remaining Reverse True Sect cultivators, seeing that the situation was hopeless, had no choice but to accept this new leader.

Xie Wuwang has disappeared, two of the three vice leaders are dead, and the remaining one is hiding in a lunar base, not even daring to reply to messages.

There always has to be someone to carry the flag in a rebellious society.

Who has the bigger fist.

Whoever is the leader.

After taking the seat of honor, Old Wang's first order was a summons.

All remaining forces of the Rebel True Society retreated to Heliopa State.

Abandon scattered outposts in other provinces.

All manpower, twisted beings, sacrificial materials, and mental resources are gathered here.

The order was issued.

The security pressure in other parts of the federal government was immediately reduced.

The Blood Refining Army and the Reverse True Society had already reached a fever pitch.

As a result, a large number of enemies withdrew overnight.

A large number of distorted events inexplicably stopped.

The federal public still believed that the military had achieved a decisive victory.

Only key figures in the military knew about it.

This is not something that can be defeated.

They will be driven back to Norodom Bologna for fattening.

Of course, the play still has to be performed.

Two weeks ago, Old Wang personally led the Twisted Apostles to attack a resource city in the southern part of Black Roba State.

Three generals from the Federation led the Blood Refining Army to suppress the rebellion.

The two sides fought fiercely on the wasteland for three hours, their blood energy soaring to the sky, and their distorted domain covering a hundred miles.

Three federal generals, each possessing combat power at the level of three thousand phases, were ultimately "severely wounded" and forced to retreat.

Old Wang stood on the shattered military warship, roaring to the sky.

After that battle, his name spread throughout the Rebel Alliance.

Twisted King.

Lord of Black Roba.

Nine thousand Phase-level powerhouses who were able to defeat three Federation generals single-handedly.

Many of the Rebel True Sect cultivators who were originally observing rushed over to join them overnight.

Inside the conference hall.

An elderly cultivator, with a keen eye for appearances, looked at the map on the light screen and asked a question cautiously.

"Lord Wang."

"There were originally seven mature, twisted pillars in the state of Herobala."

"Adding the eleven that were withdrawn from other regions, it will be enough to complete a full upgrade ceremony."

"Should we head to Genting Grasslands as soon as possible?"

Old Wang's vertical eye on his chest rotated.

"Only eighteen? That's too few."

Everyone in the conference hall was taken aback, and the old man was even more puzzled.

"Eighteen twisted pillars are enough to elicit a response from the extraterrestrial source. Isn't that enough?"

Old Wang used all four arms to support himself on the seat and slowly got up.

"Receiving only one response from an extraterrestrial source, is that not enough?"

He looked around at the crowd.

"Xie Wuwang summoned a source."

"After the blessing is bestowed, he takes the lion's share, and you all divide the rest."

"With so many of you, is there enough to go around?"

The meeting hall fell silent, and many of the Rebel True Sect cultivators exchanged glances.

These words truly resonated with them.

They had considered this issue before.

The eighteen twisted pillars came at a great cost.

But with a blessing from heaven, Xie Wuwang, as the leader, will definitely be the first to complete the promotion.

How much the remaining people get depends entirely on his mood.

Someone tentatively asked, "What does Lord Wang mean?"

"Make the cake bigger."

Old Wang grinned, revealing his sharp teeth, and said with a hint of disappointment.

"If eighteen isn't enough, then twenty-eight, thirty-six, or even more."

"If one extraterrestrial source isn't enough, then invite several more."

"At that time, everyone will be able to be promoted, and everyone will be able to get rid of aging and death."

Upon hearing this, the breathing in the conference room became heavier.

Why did they join the Rebels of Truth?

It's all about power, but the most important thing is to ascend and get rid of this body that will die with the passing of life.

I used to think that climbing eighteen twisted pillars was already incredibly difficult.

But after Lao Wang arrived, everything became simple.

Where is the best place to deploy the Twisted Pillars? Where are the Federation's defenses weakest? Where can we gather fear the fastest?

He seems to know everything about the Federation, and more importantly, he possesses the formidable strength to resist it.

In just half a month, the original seven twisted pillars expanded to twenty-eight, and most of them were already close to maturity.

Someone, barely containing their excitement, said, "If we could truly summon several extraterrestrial sources at the same time..."

"Then everyone in my Reverse Truth Society will surely be able to ascend, gain immense power, break free from the limitations of lifespan, and have a bright future!!"

Old Wang nodded in satisfaction.

"Good, so from today onwards, continue the expansion."

"All resources, population, and twisted entities in Heroba are dedicated to the ascension ceremony."

"Our goal is not a single blessing."

"Instead, let all the gods from beyond the heavens watch over this place!"

The crowd's eyes were filled with fervor, and they all stood up.

"Yes, sir!"

Old Wang looked at them, a hint of a smile flashing deep within his chest.

That was a pretty good lie.

The owner should be satisfied.

……

West coast of Norodom Oregon.

A dilapidated smuggling boat docked at a makeshift pier.

Xie Wuwang, draped in a black cloak, slowly emerged from the shadows of the cabin.

His face was pale, his left arm hung limply, and a bloodstain on his chest remained that had not healed.

The attack from the Celestial Master of Xiayuan Prefecture nearly left him stranded in Shangyuan Dao City.

"Damn it, first you joined forces with me, then you suddenly went back on your word."

"A two-faced scoundrel! Does he even deserve the title of Celestial Master?"

Xie Wuwang's eyes were filled with coldness.

Fortunately, he eventually escaped.

The state of Heroaba is the region where the Rebel Alliance has the deepest influence.

The seven twisted pillars are still here.

As long as the foundation is not completely destroyed, there is still a chance.

As he had anticipated.

After his disappearance, the Reverse True Society may lose half of its leadership, and three or four of the seven Twisted Pillars may be destroyed by the Federation.

If the situation worsens, the Black Roba State stronghold may be reduced to only the core area by the Blood Refining Army.

But it doesn't matter, he's back.

Once he, the leader, reappears, those scattered forces will naturally reunite.

Xie Wuwang gazed into the depths of the wasteland, his eyes regaining their majesty.

"During my absence..."

"You guys must be getting impatient, right?"

He straightened his cloak and slowly walked down the dock.

Prepare to head to the headquarters of the Rebel Alliance.

With the leader's return, the entire Rebel Alliance will surely bow down once more.