The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

to be frank.

Song Gua was tempted.

Professionals in the Blue Star world can fly and disappear into the earth, are invulnerable to swords and spears, and can move mountains and fill seas.

But you will die.

They will die of old age.

Even at the age of one hundred, with a full head of white hair, one might still be able to unleash formidable fighting power, or even possess explosive muscles, just like a young person.

But when the time comes, death comes without warning.

Because it is not fundamentally separate from the scope of human life.

Of course, powerful professionals tend to have slightly longer lifespans, probably because their physical abilities are so good that they are approaching their lifespan limit.

They will not only die of old age, but they will also get sick.

A 90-year-old professional might have a constitution value of tens of thousands, so even if an opponent hits him with a max-level forbidden spell, he won't die.

But a terminal illness could take his life.

This is somewhat similar to the setting in Dragon Ball, where even someone as strong as Goku can die of a heart attack.

Overall, the strongest professionals suffer from very few illnesses and injuries because of their excellent physical condition.

If clearing the illusionary realm could increase one's lifespan and even transform one's body, how could Song Gua not be tempted?

Everyone can do that.

Otherwise, why would the federal government value the Illusionary Divine Stele?

This is what people in the Blue Star world, who have already reached the pinnacle of power, status, and strength, are still pursuing.

However, there is a problem with the Song hexagram.

"You, Bing Shen, are already a third-tier professional. You went crazy after just one look at it. Who can withstand the information infusion from the Divine Stele and thus obtain the strategy to clear the illusionary realm?"

"I don't know. I only heard our boss mention things like divine tablets and illusions when he was bragging after drinking."

He himself seemed unable to fully bear the weight of the divine monument.

That's what piqued my curiosity, and I wanted to steal one to play with.

I never expected that I would almost kill myself.

I estimate that only a very small number of people in this world can absorb the information within the divine stele.

As I just mentioned, the information in the divine stele will be forgotten.

It's impossible to record such a massive amount of information, because it's not realistic to even speak it out, let alone type it out. You could talk about it for a lifetime and still not finish.

Therefore, to use the historical information in the Divine Stele as a guide for navigating the Illusionary Realm, you must carry the Divine Stele with you, like a dictionary, and consult it at any time.

However, almost all of the sacred tablets found by the federal government were sealed in various vaults, indicating that very few people had access to them.

Song Gua leaned back, pondering the situation.

Can I?

If I were a time traveler, would I be different from others?

"I want the monument."

Song Gua speaks frankly and without reservation.

"I can tell."

"Will you give it to me?"

"What if I don't give it to you?"

"Young Master Pang..."

"Alright, here you go."

"You're agreeing already? You're not cheating, are you? I'm your savior."

"Someone of your caliber would go insane the moment they see the divine monument. Why would I need to resort to trickery? You're just asking for trouble."

Bing Shen believed that Song Gua would go crazy upon seeing the divine stele, and then he could go wherever he wanted.

The stele still belongs to him.

Kill two birds with one stone.

The key point is that he is currently imprisoned and has no other choice.

"Where did you hide the memorial tablet? Is it far from Yunshan City?"

Bing Shen laughed.

"Hidden in the lair of a forbidden zone BOSS."

"How do we take it?"

"Don't worry, I used a legendary treasure—the distant Golden Chest."

The sacred tablet is inside.

"As long as I set up a specific summoning circle, the distant golden chest can appear within the summoning circle regardless of distance."

The group of clones' eyes lit up.

"This treasure is great! It's much more convenient for us to escape than a teleportation scroll."

"Hey, you surnamed Bing, give us this treasure too!"

"If you don't give it to me, hmph!"

Bing Shen said speechlessly.

"First of all, my surname isn't Bing. It's a unique code name for us Night Owls. You bunch of uncultured people."

Secondly, the golden vault cannot be used to transport living beings. Forget about using it as a teleportation scroll.

Song Gua rose.

"Without further ado, set up the formation now. Write down the materials you need."

"The other materials are easy to find, but do you have any energy crystals?"

"No, there are too few energy crystal mines around Yunshan City. They are all controlled by the eight major guilds. They produce and sell their own products and do not put them on the market."

Last time when we tried to rob the logistics departments of the eight major guilds, we failed.

It's possible that because the boss battle was nearing its end, their support classes had used up all the energy crystals they had brought out.

Even a skilled cook can't cook without rice.

"No problem, we'll just rob it."

"You've got some nerve, barging into someone's warehouse and robbing them in broad daylight... oh, it's nighttime, you're bold enough to do that even at night?"

"Don't go to the warehouse, go to the mine."

"There are also experts guarding the mining area; your level is not up to par."

"Heh, the mining area... is it in the wilderness?"

"What's wrong?"

Song Gua looked at Ghost Brother and Monkey Brother.

The two were excited.

"Just so you know, we're going to have an awards ceremony this time!"

"Once you get the monument, you can have an Oscar."

After saying this, Song Gua waved his hand.

"Tie him up, put him in a sack, and get going!"

Bing Shen's hands were once again bound by the Abyss Rock Binding Straps, and then his entire body was stuffed into a black sack.

"Hey, hey, hey, there's no need for that, guys! I can walk, I can jump!"

There is definitely a need for this.

When entering or leaving the bandit headquarters, outsiders naturally have to cover their faces.

That way they won't know where the headquarters is.

Song Gua retracted most of his clones, leaving only two to lead Bing Shen.

After requisitioning a vehicle from the side of the road, they drove out of the city.

Leaving the city is a bit troublesome.

Because it's January now, which is a time when world bosses might spawn.

The city's restrictions are quite strict.

In theory, one can only enter and exit through the city gates.

The Song hexagram has a pass, so going out isn't difficult, but the Bing Shen in the sack is hard to take out, and it can't be put into a backpack—a backpack can't hold living things.

However, this is only in theory.

You can also bypass the Great Firewall.

Just avoid the patrols on the city walls.

The patrols aren't just carried out by the city's defense forces; drones are also on board.

Basically, there are no blind spots in any section of the city wall or at any time.

If there are no blind spots, then create them.

There are always those in the city's garrison who are short of money.

Some people who had difficulty using the city gates would bribe the soldiers on night patrols to deliberately slow down at specific times so they could climb over the wall and leave.

Song Gua's clones had been doing this before when they went out to level up, and now they were quite adept at it.

The group successfully left Yunshan City and sped towards the mining area outside the city.

The mining area is located in a foggy area, which is quite far away, and there is no light rail to get there; you can only walk.

Bing Shen suggested, as the bag was packed in a sack.

"Hey, dice, huh? I'm a third-tier professional, I have a mount, an epic-quality one, and I can fly. Why don't you let me go, and I'll give you a ride? Running like this, won't you be exhausted?"

How could Song Gua possibly let him go? That would be no different than putting a fish back into the sea.

"It's alright, I have a mount too."

The four clones, carrying the Song Gua and running wildly, spoke in unison.

"You son of a bitch! Who's the mount?! You better explain yourself!"