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Looking at the lone Vegapunk, Yarman sighed and waved at him, "Alright, go ahead and get busy. I won't ask any more questions about this. By the way, how's the Super Soldier?"

Speaking of this, Vegapunk immediately got excited. This was their key project during this period, and they had invested countless manpower and resources, going through countless iterations.

Especially after Yarman handed them the corpse of a supreme deity, they gained a breakthrough understanding of the biomolecular structure, energy form, and organ structure of super-advanced beings. That corpse was like a library, with each cell being a cutting-edge research paper.

Although their entire laboratory has been conducting research for so long, they have only been able to interpret 0.32% of the corpses, but they have already gained a lot. They are now trying to find ways to extend the preservation time of the corpses as much as possible.

“Based on our research on the corpse of that supreme deity, we have developed many new structures and technologies, and we are preparing for a new round of major upgrades,” Vegapunk said calmly. “The upgrade will take about three days, after which we will begin mass production.”

Hearing that Vegapunk had already begun arranging mass production, Yarman nodded in relief. He said seriously, "I understand your eagerness for research, but war is about to begin, and I hope you can complete the development as soon as possible!"

"Otherwise, we'll be put on the defensive!"

Chapter 296: We might not see each other again, so let's see each other more often.

Sitting in his chair, Yarman turned to Mostima and asked, "What do you think? Vegapunk and the others said they'd upgrade in just three days. Are they just kidding us?"

“How would I know? I’m not a researcher,” Mostima replied casually, head down.

Yarman was silent for a moment, then leaned back in his chair and said leisurely, "Forget it, let's not worry about it. Anyway, they can start mass production for me in three days and produce qualified super soldiers at the same time. I don't care what they did in this matter."

"Whatever you want, I have no objection," Mostima said casually. For some reason, she seemed quite indifferent, as if she didn't care about anything.

Sitting in the chair, Yarman looked at Mostima. "You don't seem very happy?"

“No, I just don’t care about it.” Mostima slowly raised her head, her eyes as calm as a lake. “You’ll see how things are handled anyway, why should I get involved?”

After hearing this, Yarman fell silent again. He sat in his chair and thought for a moment before slowly saying, "Then where do you think would be a good place to train super soldiers? Which place would be most convenient for you to adjust the flow of time?"

“Then we’ll find a place in the Dream Realm, since we can’t mess with the real world,” Mostima said as he thought. “Then we’ll make the world layer as small as possible, because changing time has a big impact. We should try not to change the time in the large world layers, and look for some small world layers or world islands.”

After listening, Yarman slowly nodded. "One last question: what do you think would be a good name for our super soldier? We can't just keep calling him Super Soldier."

"This...where is the super soldier affiliated, or is he directly under your command?" Mostima countered.

"Being affiliated with the Terran Divine Court, it's basically an official violent organization of the Terran world," Yarman said somewhat uncertainly. So many warriors were produced with so many resources; they couldn't all be produced just for one big battle. There would definitely be arrangements for their positions and whereabouts afterward.

His current idea is to make them the official violent organization of the Terran Court, responsible for maintaining the stability of the Terran world, guarding the Terran world's barriers, eliminating unstable factors within the Terran world, and even serving as the backbone for future conquests of other worlds.

Mostima, who was sitting to the side, was silent for a moment, then looked up and said, "Well... I don't know either. Since we haven't thought of a name yet, let's just call it this for now and let the enemy help us come up with a name later."

"The enemy is helping us name ourselves?"

“It’s actually very simple. We just need to terrify the enemy, and they will naturally give us all sorts of names.” Mostima picked up Yarman’s glass again and drank the wine in it. “And these names are generally acceptable, and the warriors are generally quite accepting of them.”

Hearing this, Yarman nodded in agreement. Since they couldn't think of a name anyway, they might as well let the enemy come up with one for them. Their job was just to beat the enemy so badly that they would be terrified.

“Speaking of this, I suddenly remembered something.” Yarman paused, his brows furrowing slightly. The warriors were already formed, but their equipment didn’t seem to be ready yet. He had initially thought of going to the Reincarnation Space to buy some, but then Lin Yi, Scranton, and Mostima’s affairs came one after another.

He was so busy that he completely forgot about it.

Mostima looked up. "What have you forgotten?"

"I completely forgot about our soldiers' equipment," Yarman said with a hint of frustration. He sat in his chair, tapping his fingers absently on the armrest. "What do you think we should do about this?"

Are you planning to handle this personally?

“Well… I have that idea, but I’m worried I won’t be able to do it well,” Yarman said with a hint of helplessness. He turned to Mostima beside him. “You know, I’m a biologist, not a mechanic.”

“Then just let them handle it. You’ve already given Vegapunk so many people; you can’t expect him to just take people and not do anything. Don’t take all this on yourself,” Mostima said calmly. She felt that Yarman shouldn’t be involved in these activities at all.

What are you doing, a world administrator at the Outer God level, participating in these most meticulous scientific research activities every day? You're participating in these activities, so why are you letting the people who should be participating in these projects do them?

Moreover, if you can produce results, that's fine; it's just a waste of talent, and things aren't delayed. But if you don't produce results, that's troublesome. Not only will things be delayed, but the vitality of the entire department will also be damaged.

Yarman thought for a moment and nodded, "Then I won't get involved in this. Let Vegapunk and the others handle it. If they still can't figure it out in the end, we can just spend some money to buy ready-made armor from Samsara!"

Hearing his words, Mostima nodded in satisfaction. "A wise choice!"

“Then there’s only one last thing left.” Yarman took out an exquisite invitation from his pocket, casually cut open the outer cover of the invitation with a paper cutter, took out the original invitation inside, and casually unfolded the folded original.

"Shh!"

As the invitation was unfurled, a rich energy emanated from it, forming various strange auspicious beasts in the air. Unique law runes of the cultivation world flickered in the air, converging into a beautiful picture.

"Old Lin has certainly come up with something quite novel, managing to come up with such a fancy invitation." Yarman looked at the scroll floating in the air with great interest, stroking his chin as he spoke with great enthusiasm.

Sitting in her chair, Mostima looked at the painting in the air and said with some doubt, "Is this a map of a cultivation world? Or is it just some random image?"

"Whether it's a texture or a map, as long as there's some light pollution, it'll be great," Yarman said casually, waving the invitation in front of her. "His wedding is in a few days, and I'll definitely be there. Do you want to come with me?"

"Am I going too? Are there many people going?"

“There are quite a lot, at least all of us old men will be there.” Yarman looked at her and said calmly, “This should be the last time we old guys meet before the big battle begins. After the wedding, there should be another meeting to reach some consensus.”

"After this is over, we'll be fully prepared for war and waiting for it to begin," Yarman said with a hint of helplessness. This wedding was the last happy event before the big battle, and he should go if he could, to chat with the attendees, because he might never see them again.

After listening, Mostima nodded somewhat heavily, "I understand, I'll go too."

Chapter 297: First Arrival in the Cultivation World

"Where are you going? We're a bunch of old folks having a senior citizens' party. What are you doing here? Just stay here and watch the house. Don't come back and find Terra gone." Yarman said to the doctor in front of him.

The professor said indignantly, "Why can't I go! This is clearly Old Lin's wedding, what's wrong with me going to take a look!"

Sitting in the chair, Yarman said seriously, "The reason is simple. Look at yourself now. Do you think you're suitable to go? Your aura is so strong it's about to pierce through the Emperor of Life. People who know you're going to a wedding will think you're going to cause trouble!"

After being modified by Vegapunk and others, the Doctor has completely merged with the corpse of that supreme god. After a period of hard work, the Doctor has officially become a half-step Great World level powerhouse, ascending to the position of the third strongest in the Terra Great World.

The doctor raised an eyebrow nonchalantly, sat down in his chair, and looked at Yarman opposite him, saying, "Anyway, I'm going. I haven't been out for so long. The great battle is about to begin. If I don't go out now, I won't be able to get out at all!"

Looking at the Doctor who was stubbornly insisting on going, Yarman pondered for a moment, and finally nodded helplessly, "Go, go, you can go, [Leytanian profanity], judging from your expression, you're not the type to stay still!"

"That's more like it! And Kal'tsit is coming with me too." The Doctor added another person along the way.

"Go, you can go anywhere. You can even bring the whole of Rhodes Island with you!" Yarman didn't want to say anything more. Anyway, the Doctor had already gone, so one more or one less wouldn't make a difference.

Hearing his words, the doctor stood up, smiled, and said, "Then let's meet here in five days and go to Old Lin's world together?"

"Anything is fine, but is it time yet?" Yarman asked somewhat strangely, as he was unaware of the ratio between the time flow rate of Lin Yi's world and the time flow rate of Terra.

The doctor thought for a moment, "It should be time. Proportionally speaking, if the time flow in Lin Yi's world hasn't changed."

"That's settled then." Yalman waved his hand at him. "Now, get out!"

"okay!"

…………

Five days later, the Emperor of Life.

Holding Mostima's hand, Yarman looked at the Doctor beside him, "Are you two ready? If you're ready, we're off... Button up your formal attire and see what you look like!"

The doctor casually buttoned up his shirt and said with a grin, "Don't be so nervous, it's just a wedding."

"Who told you this was just a wedding?" Yarman glanced at him and said seriously, "I'm telling you, this is a multi-world leaders' summit! Old Lin's wedding is just an event to get closer together; after it's over, there's a meeting to discuss the upcoming war!"

Upon hearing his explanation, the doctor asked with some surprise, "Does Old Lin have no objections?"

“He was the one who brought this up, so what objection could he possibly have?” Yarman retorted. “Besides, we all have so many things to do, and we don’t have much time to get together. It’s a good thing to have a chat during this wedding.”

"Like Dumbledore's abdication banquet last time?" the Doctor asked curiously. He knew about the abdication ceremony and that Dumbledore was half-crippled, but he didn't know the specifics of what happened.

Yarman replied somewhat impatiently, "Yes, that's right. Okay, enough talk, we're getting going!" With that, he crushed the World Travel Ticket in his hand.

A portal appeared before them, instantly swallowing the unresisting group and taking them to another world.

…………

The world of cultivation, the central continent.

"Didn't Old Lin go off to work on science and cultivation? Why is the center of the world a continent?" The professor looked up at the sky with some curiosity. The sky was full of stars twinkling in the deep darkness, and endless starlight fell from the sky like willow branches, illuminating the entire central continent.

Yarman looked around, then stepped on the stone platform beneath his feet. "If you don't know, how would I know?"

Mostima attempted to connect with the time laws of this world and quickly completed the connection. However, when she wanted to modify the flow of time in the world, she discovered that the time laws of the cultivation world seemed to be fixed.

“There is no Dream Realm here,” Kal’tsit said somewhat uncomfortably. She had grown accustomed to life on Terra, to the existence of the Dream Realm, and to constantly drawing energy from it. “However, there seem to be many small worlds and dimensional spaces here, from which we can draw energy.”

Just as the group was curiously observing the world before them, a massive spatial portal, large enough to pass through a starship, suddenly appeared above them. Then, nine golden dragons, led by reins, slowly flew out from it, pulling behind a magnificent and dazzling carriage adorned with dragons and phoenixes.

Under their watchful eyes, the carriage slowly descended to the ground. A Taoist priest dressed in a plain white robe, holding a long whip, walked up to them with a smile and bowed. “Welcome to my cultivation world from the Great World of Terra. The Great Celestial Venerable has been waiting for you at the gate of the Taoist Palace for quite some time.”

"Old Lin, have you been waiting for us? Give me a break!" Yarman said mercilessly, shaking his head with a smile. "That kid is already being generous by sitting at the door waiting for us. Waiting for us to give him money?"

"This..." Upon hearing this, the white-robed Taoist gave an awkward but polite smile.

Leading Mostima by the hand, Yarman walked toward the carriage. "Let's go. If we keep that kid waiting, he'll start yelling and shouting again."

Seeing the group board the carriage, the white-robed Taoist finally breathed a sigh of relief. As a cultivator who had achieved immortality, he naturally knew many secrets. As a welcoming coachman, he had also done his homework and knew that the people in front of him were the leaders of another great world that was no less than the cultivation world.

If he messes up this job, he's finished.

"Young man, hurry up and get in and start the car!"

"Yes, sir, coming right away!" Upon hearing the voice from inside the carriage, the white-robed Taoist immediately leaped onto the carriage with his long whip. He lashed the nine golden dragons with his whip, and with a series of roars, the carriage soared into the sky and sped away into the distance under the Taoist's control.

Sitting in the carriage, Yarman looked at the scene outside and clicked his tongue in amazement. "I didn't expect that Old Lin would actually get nine legendary golden dragons to pull the carriage to pick us up. It seems they're doing quite well now!"

Leaning against him, Mostima said with a hint of helplessness, "The laws of time in this world are written out."

"It's not Terra after all, so just bear with it."

Beside him, the doctor stroked his chin, gazing thoughtfully at the nine golden dragons outside and the traveling caravan. Suddenly, he posed a question, "Are these golden dragons domesticated or wild?"

“Raised.” Yarman gave the answer immediately.

"Huh? Why? How did you figure that out?"

“Because these golden dragons don’t have the powerful aura of wild beasts.” As he spoke, Yarman looked at the doctor sitting behind him, observed him carefully for a moment, and nodded. “They’re just like you.”

"I'm not a pet!"

“I know, you’re not a domesticated animal, you’re just a domesticated one.”

Chapter 298: Yarman the Thousand-Layer Cake

Stepping down from the carriage, Yarman led Mostima by the hand, looking at the vast palace complex in the distance. "Lin Yi certainly knows how to enjoy life, living in such a huge palace complex. I wonder what it's like."

"Come in and see for yourself, then you'll know if it's good or not."

A voice came from beside him. Yarman turned his head and saw Lin Yi, dressed in a magnificent purple Taoist robe, standing beside them at some point, staring at them with a joyful smile.

Looking at Lin Yi in front of him, Yarman slowly walked forward, looked Lin Yi up and down, who looked like a purple sweet potato, and circled him several times before stopping. "Old Lin, it's been so many years, you've really gotten more and more flamboyant, even your Taoist robe is bright purple."

"What are you saying... Is your crimson-gold robe any better than mine?" Lin Yi stepped forward, tugged at his golden robe that shimmered like ocean waves under the starlight, and said with a mocking expression.

Looking at the golden robe he was wearing, Yalman thought for a moment and slowly said, "It seems so!"

“But none of that matters.” Yarman took out a source stone that emitted a black-gold light from his pocket and put it in Lin Yi’s hand. “This is for you, consider it my gift to you.”

"I can't accept this, it's too much trouble!" Lin Yi said politely, but his hands betrayed his words. He carefully put the source stone, which looked like a star, into his pocket, and checked several times to make sure he had put it in properly before nodding with relief.

This series of actions stunned Yalman. After a long silence, he shook his head and said, "You are truly... a classic example of hypocrisy! Can't you be a little more sincere and genuine?"

"No way!" Lin Yi answered his question immediately. For those of them who work as world administrators, this can't be real. Saying one thing and meaning another has become second nature to them.

Looking at Lin Yi, Yarman asked again, "When does your wedding start? I'd like to attend the banquet."

"You still want to eat at the banquet!" Lin Yi was speechless, his lips trembling as he stood there for a long time before he finally shouted angrily, "It starts in three hours, get inside and sit down!"

"Alright, alright, I won't say, I won't say." Yarman shook his head with a smile, and pulled Mostima into the Dao Palace. At this time, there weren't many people in the Dao Palace, or rather, there weren't many tables prepared.

At the very top were the seats for the group of elderly people. Further down to the left were the administrators of the cultivation world under Lin Yi's command, and to the right were a group of cultivators with a style I had never seen before.

Judging from their appearance, they should be from Lin Yi's wife's family, and they seem to be quite capable.

Leading Mostima by the hand, the two walked slowly toward the main table in the center. Under the gaze of everyone, Yarman casually pulled out a chair, plopped down, picked up the teacup in front of him, and drank the tea in one gulp.

"This tea is quite good. Is it a new product that Lin Yi and his team came up with?" Yalman looked at the cup with some curiosity, then turned to Mostima beside him. "What do you think?"

"It's alright, pretty good, but it's not very useful to us." Mostima casually put the cup on the table and sighed with a bit of regret. The feeling of sudden enlightenment after drinking the tea would have greatly improved the understanding of the laws of the world for an ordinary superhuman.

This stuff is useless to people at their level. To be honest, they already understood what this cup of tea could help them comprehend eight hundred years ago. It's just a way to refresh their memory, nothing more.

For them, this tea, which is supposed to have the power to enlighten them, is just a cup of fragrant tea that smells good, tastes good, and is quite expensive; it has no other meaning than that.

Yarman casually said, "It doesn't matter, it's just a cup of tea anyway. Actually, what I'm most curious about right now is that bride. What kind of eyes does she have to be interested in that old man Lin Yi!"

"Who knows? Maybe they'll like it. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." Mostima propped his head up, leisurely observing the powerful cultivators from another world not far away.

Hearing this, Yarman immediately perked up and leaned closer to her, "And how do I appear in your eyes?"

"You? You're a big liar, a complete liar!" Mosti looked him up and down, then shook his head calmly, meeting his curious gaze with a casual remark.

"You...you're saying that..."

“When I first met you, I thought you were a very composed person, a shrewd and calculating wizard. But I never expected you to be such an eccentric wizard.” Mostima said to him seriously, counting on her fingers, staring intently into his eyes, unmoving.