A chat group for a certain tower warlock

“I didn’t count the ordinary reincarnators, but 8451 of the reserve elites died, and 157 lone wolves died, including five world-class old lone wolves who have existed for millions of years.” Reincarnation’s cheek twitched slightly. He felt a pang of heartache thinking about how many elites had died in that great world.

He had spent countless hours and resources cultivating these reincarnators, only to have them all die in a large world in his own backyard.

He could accept dying on the way to conquer other realms, but dying in his own home would absolutely enrage him.

“I can help you deal with that half-step Outer God level expert.” Yarman crossed his arms and looked at Samsara calmly, saying, “However, I want that expert’s corpse. You don’t have any objections, do you?”

"Of course not, you can do whatever you want with his body."

"Alright, one last question: what is the world structure, the extraordinary system, and the composition of life in that world?" Yarman asked, looking at him. Knowing these things would allow him to better harvest a world.

Samsara calmly said, "This world is a fantasy cultivation world. The world structure is mainly planetary, interspersed with some nested smaller worlds. The life forms are mainly humans and beasts."

"Oh, right, there's one more thing. The laws governing that great world are extremely chaotic, and it seems to be man-made."

“…Okay, I understand. Let’s set off now!” Yarman nodded, stood up, took Mostima’s hand, picked up the world teleportation card that had been placed on the table, crushed it casually, and a spatial gate suddenly appeared in front of the two of them. On the other side of the gate was that world.

Under the watchful gaze of reincarnation, the two stepped through the spatial portal and disappeared into the hall.

"Phew, thank goodness he went, otherwise I would have had to do it myself." Samsara breathed a deep sigh of relief. The cost of doing it himself was too high, but unfortunately, none of the administrators of the worlds he sponsored had achieved the level of a great world, which was a headache for him.

Now, in the world he sponsors, there is finally a world-class powerhouse. In the future, when he encounters this situation again, he will no longer need to struggle with whether or not to gather the scattered divine bodies.

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A fantasy world of cultivation.

As soon as the two arrived in this world, they felt its emptiness and powerlessness. Although it was a vast world, it was incredibly decaying, like a star nearing the end of its life—powerful, but lacking the strength to continue.

“Those lone travelers are quite capable.” Yarman looked at the chaotic starry sky and said seriously, “Look at this starry sky, they have almost completely scattered it, and even the structure of the entire world has been disrupted. But this is a world of cultivation, and the position of the stars is important.”

"The laws of time here are too chaotic." Mostima tried to connect with the laws of time, but quickly withdrew. Compared to the laws of time in Terra, the laws of time here are like a pot of egg drop soup, extremely chaotic. Every star field and every small world has its own ideas.

This is beneficial to those with extraordinary abilities. After all, the laws are no longer a unified whole, making them much easier to use. As long as one cultivates to a certain level, one can easily manipulate the laws for one's own use.

But it's not so good for the world. Its internal system is in complete chaos, so how can it concentrate its efforts on developing itself? Its continued growth is greatly slowed down, and even the world itself has become much more fragile.

“But this is beneficial to us.” Yarman slowly raised his hand, looking at the power of law that he had easily manipulated, a strange smile appeared on his face. He played with the power of law and said leisurely, “It’s been so long since I’ve been able to use the power of law so freely!”

"What are you planning to do?" Mostima looked at the power of law that was constantly gathering in his hand and asked him hesitantly. This power was enough to destroy a continent!

Looking at the power of law forming a ball in his hand, Yarman embraced Mostima and instantly disappeared from the planet's surface, arriving outside the planet. Looking at the planet below, he casually threw out the spell in his hand.

"Boom!"

With a deafening roar, the magic orb pierced through the entire planet in an instant, sending countless planetary fragments flying and forming a magnificent stream of planetary dust. At the same time, the planet began to collapse.

Deep, massive cracks appeared on the enormous planet, from which scorching magma gushed forth. The planet began to boil involuntarily. Under the ravages of the laws of nature, the planet quickly could not withstand it. With a deafening roar, the entire planet exploded, turning into dust that filled the sky.

Looking at the exploding planet before him, Yarman shook his head. "Even if we hadn't come, this world was not far from its end. The power of laws that should normally destroy a continent has shattered a planet."

"Why is this? Is it really the work of those reincarnators?" Mostima said in disbelief. This is a vast world, how could a few rulers shake it?

“Of course not, it’s just that the strongest beings in this world are too ruthless.” Yarman looked at the starry sky before him and sighed softly. “Another one who wants to sacrifice his own world to achieve his own goals.”

The author has gone to use a walking stick; no updates today.

The author's elderly father sneezed this morning, which aggravated his herniated disc, leaving him bedridden.

The author is now acting as his crutch, helping him to the hospital for treatment. Judging from the doctor's attitude and his condition, he probably won't make it today.

There's no other way, I'll be taking a break today. I'll resume normal updates tomorrow.

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Chapter 273: It's best to harvest the Dao Fruit when it's ripe.

Standing in the universe, Yarman shook his head and looked at Mostima beside him. "I feel like I've been tricked, tricked by that kid Samsara. This great world has been drained dry by the strongest beings in this world, leaving only an empty shell. There's nothing worth taking away."

"[Letanian profanity] The strongest beings in this world have squeezed out all the potential of the Great World. The Great World is now an empty shell, with no more profit to be made!" Yarman said somewhat angrily. He didn't care about the situation in this world; what he cared about was his appearance fee, which seemed to have been left unpaid.

Looking at Yarman beside him, Mostima said with a smile, "Although this great world is ruined, think about it, the strongest person in this world is still alive. If you can take him down, wouldn't that be equivalent to taking down most of the world? This person can be considered a resource, right?"

Listening to Mostima's words, Yarman thought for a moment and nodded seriously, "That makes sense. Then let's go and capture that so-called half-step Great World level expert... Is he at that level? Never mind, it's not important, let's capture him first... Wait a minute, I have a new idea, I'll not capture him yet!"

“I’ll wait here and let those powerful individuals who came with him fight him, let him kill some, and then I’ll go and take a few more corpses along the way.” Yalman turned to Mostima, “What do you think?”

Hearing his idea, Mostima nodded casually, "Whatever makes you happy."

“I remember he’s on the central planet of this world. Let’s go check around there first. In such a big world, there must be things that can be recycled, right?” Yarman put his arm around Mostima, casually tore open a spatial gate, and crossed the endless starry sky to arrive at the center of this great world.

Stepping out of the portal, one is greeted by a vast star system, with countless stars shining brightly within it, illuminating the entire universe surrounding the system. At the center of the star system is a galactic center that emits a dazzling silver light, attracting stars to revolve around it.

Looking at the breathtaking scene before him, Yarman merely curled his lip in disdain. He pointed at the galaxy in front of him and commented, "It's all show and no substance. It looks magnificent, but it's all glitter and no substance. The entire galaxy is just a stepping stone for that person's advancement. His potential will be completely drained sooner or later."

Standing beside him, Mostima pointed to the distant galactic center and said with some curiosity, "Why do you think there's a bubble of worlds over there? And the laws and systems inside seem so complete, it looks like a whole world."

"Having consumed most of the Great World, how could we not be close to it?" Yarman said casually. The person in front of him had clearly reached the final step, but how could he take another step? He didn't understand the extraordinary system of this world and didn't know how they would cross the final step.

What's the next step?

“Let’s go to the heart of the galaxy first, capture a transcendent being, and learn about the cultivation methods of this world.” Yarman said, putting an arm around Mostima beside him, and the two instantly disappeared into the universe.

The next second, the two appeared on the surface of a planet at the edge of the galactic center. The environment in front of them was not much different from Lin Yi's cultivation world, and the style was similar, but it was not as ethereal as a pure cultivation world.

As a planet in the heart of the galaxy, this planet has an overwhelming number of extraordinary beings. Compared to the planets that Yarman previously destroyed with a flick of his wrist, it's like the difference between a sandpit and a desert.

Yarman skillfully changed his appearance, donning a scholar's robe, while Mostima paused for a moment, then imitated the clothing of the female superhumans on the street, altering her own appearance.

The two walked slowly forward. They had only taken a few steps when a high-speed roar sounded above them. Looking up, they saw a carriage pulled by two black dragons flying overhead. On the carriage stood a man dressed in magnificent clothes, with a small star above his head.

Seeing this, Yarman did not hesitate and immediately released his mental power to lock onto the man, reading all the memories in his mind without him noticing.

"I didn't expect that they would actually have someone come to this planet." Yarman murmured in surprise. According to the man's memory, he had gone to hunt down the extraterrestrial demons that had appeared on their planet.

At this point in time, who else could be the extraterrestrial demons besides those invited by the cycle of reincarnation to help?

“Someone else has come here too?” Mostima whispered in his ear as she leaned close to him.

Yalman nodded. "Yes, but he did me a huge favor. If he hadn't brought that person out, I wouldn't know where to get the extraordinary system of this world."

"You finished reading it in just that short time?"

"Just one Dominator-level guy, how long do you think it will take me?"

"So what did you read out?"

Upon hearing this question, Yarman thought about it seriously and said earnestly, "This world is based on acupoints. They believe that the human body is a large world, and each acupoint is a star. The general route is to ignite the acupoints, fill all the acupoints in the body with energy, plant the Dao seed at the Baihui acupoint, and let it sprout, grow, blossom, and bear fruit."

In our Terra, igniting all the acupoints makes you a Grand Wizard; filling all the acupoints with energy makes you a Legendary; planting a seed at the Baihui acupoint and letting it sprout and grow makes you a Dominator; and finally, blossoming and bearing fruit makes you a Faction Leader.

"Then what about the strongest being in this world?" Mostima asked. "Isn't he a half-step Great World level expert?"

“Yes, if he succeeds, then the hierarchy of the extraordinary systems in this world can be raised by one level.” Yarman looked at Mostima beside him and said casually, “But now he has no chance to raise it by one level, because we have arrived.”

Mostima nodded, seemingly understanding, "So how does he plan to take it a step further?"

"Based on my deduction, if nothing unexpected happens, it should be his Dao Fruit internalized into a Great World." Yarman said somewhat uncertainly. The thinking of these pioneers is completely unpredictable for ordinary people. No one knows what new and strange tricks they will come up with in the end.

However, judging from his current perspective, that person seems to be about to succeed, probably within the next few days.

Seeing that Yalman was silent beside her, Mostima nudged him. "What are you thinking about?"

“I’m thinking, should we keep him a few more days?” Yarman turned to look at her earnestly and said, “Maybe if we wait a few more days, we can harvest a world-class Dao Fruit instead of a half-finished product.”

Looking at the situation before him, Yarman became greedy again. If he could have a complete product, he would naturally not want a semi-finished product. More importantly, it was too troublesome to turn a semi-finished product into a complete product.

The chat group is currently turbulent and unpredictable. He cannot use his divine body as a breeding ground to nurture a half-finished product into a complete one. Even for him, incubating a large world would be very difficult and would inevitably weaken him. If the enemy were to launch an attack at this time... that would be to disregard the safety of Terra.

With that in mind, he decided to wait a few more days until that person nurtured the Dao Fruit to the Great World level before taking it away!

Chapter 274: The Battle of Mostima

"Bong!"

A deafening explosion echoed across the wasteland, followed by a gray-black mushroom cloud that slowly rose. The man, who had been raising his fist, swayed slightly before collapsing to the ground, exhausted. His once magnificent clothes had been reduced to rags, and his cart shafts were now scattered with broken pieces of wood.

As for the two black dragons pulling the cart, they had already been reduced to a cloud of blood mist at the start of the battle. Apart from the scattered bloodstains on the ground, there was no trace of their existence.

"Phew... Finally, it's over, the extraterrestrial demon." The man knelt on the ground, blood gushing from his body. The small star above his head was nowhere to be seen. He slumped on the ground like a lump of mud. "Looks like I'm going to die here today. Sigh!"

Looking at the man who had just beaten up an invited world administrator not far away, Yarman raised an eyebrow slightly. "This guy is really strong. He actually beat a world administrator to death!"

"You want to save his life?" Mostima asked, looking at the man beside her.

Yarman shook his head. He slightly raised his right hand, and a silver-white light flashed in the air, instantly piercing the man's head and shattering his Baihui acupoint microcosm. At the same time, it pulled out the Dao seed that had already sprouted in the microcosm. "I just want to take his Dao seed."

Looking at the Dao Seed in his hand, which was rapidly decaying and dying after leaving the small world, he took out a small cloth bag etched with the array of the Tree of Life from his bosom and casually tossed it into it.

As he threw the Dao Seed, Yarman said, "The extraordinary system of this world is very unique, especially this Dao Seed. It actually supports hot-swapping. As long as someone inserts it, they can directly ascend to the Dominator level."

As he spoke, he turned around and walked towards the edge of the wasteland. "Let's go. I've found a new target. You can do the work, and I'll pick up the Dao Seeds or Dao Fruits. It'll be a way to earn some extra money."

"Have you already identified your target?"

“It’s confirmed. He’s on this planet, a faction leader-level cultivator.” Yarman looked northwest and said calmly, “He’s on the same level as you, so we can practice our skills.”

With a casual wave of his hand, he pulled Mostima to his side, then traversed space to the other side of the planet, to a rainforest where several world administrators were ganging up on and killing a cultivator.

Seeing the various spells flying towards him, the cultivator stood still, looking at the group of world administrators in front of him with disdain. These people were far too weak.

Although their cultivation level was much stronger than the watch-wearing individuals they had previously eliminated, their laughable combat awareness, clumsy movements, and awkward energy circulation all indicated that they were a group of novices.

What's even more critical is that of these seven people, only two have reached the Dao Fruit level, while the rest are at the Dao Seed level.

Suddenly, a strange fluctuation flashed in the air, and the spell that had been in front of him instantly collapsed. He looked at the shocked people opposite him, and without warning, he rushed forward and struck one of them on the head with a palm.

"Pong!"

Like a watermelon falling from a great height, the man's head shattered instantly, and the rest of his body was smashed into a cloud of blood mist by the immense force. The soul that flew out of the body was also instantly obliterated by a spell.

"..."×6

Looking at the few people left, he stretched his neck slightly and started attacking again. Under his fierce attack, in just five minutes, only two faction leader-level powerhouses remained on the scene.

He watched the two struggling to hold on, silently casting spells to deplete their remaining strength.

Watching the cat-and-mouse game unfold before her, Mostima nudged Yarman beside her. "Aren't you going to save them?"

"Why save them?" Yarman asked, puzzled.

“Aren’t they your teammates? And the administrators of the worlds sponsored by the Reincarnation Space?” Mostima asked.

Yarman calmly shook his head. "We are different. They are the administrators of the servant worlds of the Reincarnation Space. Their world was very lucky. Before it was drained by the Reincarnation Space, it produced a powerful being and successfully regained some control of the world from the Reincarnation Space, becoming a sponsored world."

Actually, they shouldn't be considered sponsors of the world; they should be considered low-level administrators of the Reincarnation Space. But Reincarnation Space, to accommodate their feelings, calls them sponsors of the world. They don't even have a stone sculpture of themselves.

"And what about us?" Mostima asked curiously.

Yarman paused for a moment, then slowly said, "Before I ascended to the Outer God realm, we were considered half a god because of my homeland. Now, we are considered a true patron of the world."

Watching the massacre unfold before her, Mostima asked curiously, "What about the other sponsored worlds? They also have Outer Gods, why don't they come? Are they not interested in this world?"

“Because many Outer Gods are only Outer Gods within their own worlds; once they leave, they are no longer Outer Gods,” Yarman explained calmly. Suddenly, he pointed to the battlefield before him. “The battle is over.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than the cultivator wielded his palm like a blade, severing a man's head and annihilating his soul in the process. He then turned and unleashed a powerful spell, reducing the person beside him to ashes.

Slowly withdrawing his hand, the cultivator glanced at the rainforest, which had been ravaged by the battle, and turned to leave. At that moment, a stream of purple-blue magic suddenly appeared and struck him hard in the back.

"Boom~~!"

As the smoke gradually dissipated, the cultivator stood quietly in place. He slowly turned around, looked at Mostima behind him, and said coldly, "As expected, there are accomplices!" With that, he threw a fireball.

Standing still, Mostima's fingertips flashed with purple light, and the fireball instantly disappeared into the air. Looking at the cultivator opposite her who was stunned for a moment, she slowly raised her hand, and time within the battlefield slowed down.

"Slow down, by one percent."

The cultivator immediately felt his movements slow down considerably, but this degree of deceleration had little impact on him. He immediately mobilized the power of the laws, and a deep crack appeared in the ground.

Hovering above the rift, Mostima cast another spell, "Slow down, one ten-thousandth."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire battlefield seemed to have fallen into a pool of slime. Even the earth that the cultivators had cracked with their magic was cracking at such a slow speed that the cracks were advancing almost inch by inch.

Looking at the cultivator opposite him who was still able to move, Mostima slowly raised his hand, "Slow down, one in a million."

At this moment, the battlefield has completely frozen, just like a painting. Whether it is the cultivators, the ground, or the energy, everything is fixed in place, motionless.

Seeing the cultivator opposite him finally frozen like a fish, unable to move, Mostima took out a small knife from his pocket, slowly walked up to him, and under his gaze, plunged the knife into his skull, piercing through his Baihui acupoint and his entire brain.

"Pfft!"

The moment the dagger pierced through the air, not a drop of blood flowed. As the dagger was pulled out, wisps of blood flew through the air. Mostima slowly withdrew the dagger, walked back to Yarman's side, and released the time manipulation.

"Bah."

The cultivator collapsed to the ground, and the instant the time manipulation was released, he died.

Yarman skillfully used magic to retrieve his Dao Fruit, stuffed it into his bag, and looked at the calm Mostima beside him, nodding seriously, "Not bad."