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

Heroba State, Western Wilderness, outside the city of Carman.

Xie Wuwang, wearing a black cloak, slowly walked forward along a road full of yellow sand.

This place is still a long way from the true core area of ​​the Reverse Truth Society.

However, it is located at one of the outermost outposts of the Heliopa state.

Outpost No. 78 was once hidden deep within the abandoned underground drainage system of Carman City.

The entrance was disguised as a long-closed ore processing plant.

Even if federal intelligence agencies searched the entire city, they might not be able to find the real entrance.

Xie Wuwang made a special detour to come here this time.

I just wanted to see how much power the Reverse True Society had left.

If even Outpost 78 has been lost, it means that the Federation has already pushed its influence into the heart of Black Roba State.

The situation is probably worse than he anticipated.

But when Xie Wuwang entered Kaman City, he suddenly stopped.

At the end of the road, a black flag, more than ten meters tall, fluttered in the hot wind.

At the center of the flag is the distorted human face that is the symbol of the Anti-True Society.

Below, a huge electronic sign is also hanging.

"The Seventy-Eighth Sacrificial Labor Center of the Rebel Truth Society in Heilongjiang Province".

"We are always recruiting contributors."

Daily wages, meals and accommodation included.

"Death compensation will be distributed on-site."

Xie Wuwang stood there, silent for a good dozen breaths.

What is that? My 78th base?

Ah! It's just posted like that?

Are you afraid the Federation won't be able to find you?

Even more outrageous, there was a long queue standing under the sign.

Thousands of Black people braved the scorching sun, holding identity terminals in their hands, waiting expectantly to register.

A sunshade was even set up nearby, and members of the Reverse True Society were handing out water to people in line.

The scene didn't resemble an illegal supernatural organization recruiting sacrificers; it looked more like a large local resource group openly recruiting workers.

For the first time, Xie Wuwang's mind went blank, and he grabbed a burly man in line.

"What is this place for?"

The man stumbled as he was pulled, and immediately became somewhat impatient.

"Let go! We're in line!"

Xie Wuwang released his grip, suppressing his emotions.

"I was just asking."

"What do we do after we go in?"

The burly man looked him up and down.

"Are you from out of town?"

"We're hiring soul miners."

"Go in and lie there for a few days, have a few dreams with the machine, and you'll get three thousand federal dollars."

"If I'm in good health, I can work a few more cycles and my salary will double."

Xie Wuwang's eyelid twitched.

"dream?"

"Didn't the people inside tell you that you might die?"

The burly man waved his hand dismissively.

What job has no risks?

"People die even when repairing the outer walls of Star Harbor; when mining in the wasteland collapses, even more people are buried."

"If you die here, you'll receive a 200,000 yuan compensation."

"Send the money home first, what's there to be afraid of?"

After saying that, he moved forward a few steps, as if afraid that someone would take his place.

Xie Wuwang stood alone in the wind, bewildered, suddenly unsure of what to say.

The Twisted Pillars need to absorb a large amount of fear, despair, and mental power.

In the past, in order to cultivate a pillar, the Rebels would often secretly create disasters, kidnap people, and then block the news.

The process is not only troublesome, but also risky. If one is not careful, it will attract the siege of the nine sects of Taoism.

But now, they are openly recruiting, paying wages, and even providing food and accommodation.

These people actually lined up to offer sacrifices?

The Heiroba region has a large population, and many of its outlying towns have long been controlled by tribal chiefs, resource conglomerates, and local powers.

Federal forces are primarily concentrated in major cities, starports, and mineral transport routes.

Further out, they basically obeyed orders but not official pronouncements.

The Rebel Society only needs to give the local chieftain a sum of money.

The other party didn't care at all what these people were taken to do.

It would be best if they came back alive.

Even if someone dies, they'll receive a pension, so it's not a bad deal.

Previously, Ni Zhen would secretly arrest people, which was actually inefficient.

Now, with the shift to labor recruitment, manpower is delivered directly to our door.

Xie Wuwang stared at the ever-growing queue, with only one thought in his mind.

You can play it like this?

During the time he was missing.

What exactly did the Nijin Society go through?

Without alerting anyone outside, Xie Wuwang moved swiftly and entered the stronghold.

The once damp and dark underground cave has now been expanded into a large sacrificial factory.

Rows of transparent capsules were neatly arranged, with a large number of Black Robinians lying inside.

They wore mind-connection devices, and their faces constantly displayed fear, pain, despair, and ecstasy.

Wisps of grayish-black energy were drawn from above their heads and flowed into the depths of the underground through pipes.

There, two newly formed, twisted pillars are slowly growing.

The person in charge of the outpost stood in front of the monitoring console, grinning from ear to ear.

His name is Hamlin, a cultivator of the Hundred Aspects Realm.

When I was in charge of Outpost 78, I was always afraid that the Federation and the Nine Lineages of Taoism would come knocking on my door.

Everything has to be done secretly.

But things are completely different now.

Local chiefs volunteered to send people, and resource consortia helped transport equipment.

After several defeats, the federal army has retreated to the core cities.

In just half a month, he independently cultivated two twisted pillars from this one outer stronghold.

At this rate, the target of thirty-six targets set at the meeting is far too conservative.

Hamlin even thought...

The Twisted King's ambitions are still not big enough.

If we let him make the decision.

At least one hundred and eight.

At that time, many celestial beings from beyond the heavens will jointly bestow blessings.

How strong would that be?

Maybe all members of the Reverse True Society can actually be promoted on the spot.

Just as I was imagining a bright future, a cold voice suddenly came from behind me.

"What are you looking at?"

Hamlin subconsciously turned around, and froze instantly upon seeing the person's face.

His mouth moved slightly, and he spoke in a trembling voice.

"The...the leader?"

His eyes widened little by little, and he said in disbelief.

"You...you...you're not dead?"

Xie Wuwang's face immediately darkened.

"It seems you very much wish for my death?"

"No, no, no!"

Hamlin waved his hands repeatedly.

"I was just too excited!"

"The head of the association is back! This is wonderful news!"

Xie Wuwang snorted coldly, not taking it too seriously, and instead began to inquire what changes had occurred in the Ni Zhen Society during his absence.

...............

Half an hour later, at the deepest part of the underground stronghold.

Xie Wuwang sat in the seat that originally belonged to the person in charge of the stronghold.

He rubbed his temple with one hand, his expression more complex than ever before.

Twisted King, a powerful Twisted Apostle with complete intelligence.

After its sudden emergence, it took over all the strongholds in the state of Heliopa.

After defeating three federal generals in one battle, he gathered the remaining forces of the Rebel True Society and concentrated all his manpower in the Black Roba State.

Now they are even openly recruiting sacrificers.

In a short period of time, the original seven Twisted Pillars have expanded to thirty-six, and more than a dozen are being cultivated.

Xie Wuwang's eyelids twitched as he listened.

This script is wrong!!

According to his expectations, the Ni Zhen Society should suffer heavy losses after he disappeared.

The high-ranking officials were vying for power, and the outposts were being eliminated one by one by the Federation. It was considered lucky that three of the seven Twisted Pillars were able to survive.

Then he, the leader, returned in triumph, suppressed the internal strife, reorganized the Rebels, and led the remaining followers to complete the final world sacrifice.

But now?

The Anti-True Society not only did not collapse, but flourished throughout Black Roba.

The federal troops in Helobar were forced to retreat, and tribal chiefs and resource groups on the outskirts were busy taking money to do their bidding.

The number of twisted pillars has increased dramatically from seven to thirty-six.

Everyone's eyes are filled with fervor when they mention the Twisted King.

As for his missing leader, he doesn't seem to be that important anymore.

Xie Wuwang slowly lowered his hand and looked at Hamlin, who was standing in front of him with a respectful expression.

"You just said..."

"Is the Reverse True Society's current target the thirty-six Twisted Pillars?"

Hamlin carefully corrected him.

"That was the goal from two weeks ago."

"At the current pace, Lord Wang is preparing to attempt seventy-two."

Xie Wuwang's vision went black.

What does it mean to impact the seventy-two twisted pillars?

What about the seven twisted pillars that I painstakingly built over a century?

"Seventy-two?"

Hamlin's eyes were filled with fanaticism.

"The blessings from the source are too few."

"Lord Wang said that we should make the pie bigger."

"It would be best if all the gods from beyond the heavens descended together."

Upon hearing this, Xie Wuwang's lips twitched slightly, and his expression gradually turned pained.

"My Gyoujinkai... how did it become like this?"