Jile City, also known as the Pure Land, was a world constructed by the Buddha Ancestor of the Buddhist clan at a great cost.
Some said that Jile Divine City had no physical landmass, and all that met the eye was the void.
However, no one had ever reached Jile Divine City.
Now, with the ten thousand Divine Lord soldiers and the leadership of Zhou Ningdong, who was at the mid-stage of the Extreme Realm, it was not an exaggeration to say they could traverse the Eight Divine Cities, let alone the Divine Realm itself.
Originally, Wang Chen would have been more suitable to lead the "Thorn" army. After all, this fellow possessed the means of a "Sword Immortal," and whether for single-target or group attacks, he was exceptionally terrifying.
However, his temperament was better suited for management and operations, and his ambitions did not lie in leading armies into battle. Thus, Ye Yun did not push him too hard.
"Yes! Your Majesty, what is the second mission?" Zhou Ningdong was immediately excited upon hearing Ye Yun's first mission.
To attack and capture territories in the other eight Divine Cities via the teleportation array was already considered an "exploration" mission. The rewards for such missions were self-evident. Even keeping two-tenths, or even one-tenth, would be enough for his legion to grow rapidly!
The ten thousand strong army was all incredibly excited upon hearing Ye Yun's words! They had clashed with the allied forces of the Eight Divine Cities more than ten times, and they clearly understood what their mission entailed.
"The second mission is rather difficult: to act as the vanguard for our advance into the Ninth Universe! To enter the Ninth Universe and carve out territory! Of course, there are risks involved, and some among your ten thousand men might perish. Do you still dare to go!" Ye Yun's voice permeated the entire encampment, clearly audible even to the representatives of the various legions outside.
"Kill, kill, kill!"
Ten thousand roars echoed through the sky. As ten thousand old Dragon Palace individuals with full loyalty, they erupted with terrifying energy, an energy that conveyed an unyielding courage and determination. They knew very well that this mission, though daunting, was also an opportunity for them to rise quickly. Most importantly, they could finally use their own hands to carve out a territory for Ye Yun and the Dragon Palace!
"Good! Everyone, take two days to rest. After two days, we will officially set off for the two battlefields! I hope that when my Ten Directions Empire formally enters the Ninth Universe, you will give me a great surprise!" Ye Yun looked at these individuals, his heart also filled with excitement. It could be said that these ten thousand Divine Lords alone were enough to suppress any universe! If Zhou Ningdong could comprehend one or two more Laws, it would be even more perfect.
At this moment, Wang Chen, who had received Ye Yun's telepathic message, also arrived with over a dozen logistics personnel. Each of these logistics personnel carried five Sumeru rings. They would accompany these ten thousand men on their expedition to the Ninth Universe. Their main task would be to transmit military intelligence back and forth between the front lines and the Imperial Palace, to collect war spoils, and to supply military weapons and elixirs. In essence, they were a mobile arsenal.
Wang Chen approached Ye Yun and, with a wave of his hand, countless herbs poured out from his Sumeru ring, instantly piling up into hills tens of meters high.
"Boss, these are the materials for refining one million portions of辟谷丹 (Bigu Pills)," Wang Chen said. He then moved about a kilometer away and repeated the process from another Sumeru ring. Instantly, the entire encampment was filled with herbs.
Ye Yun said nothing more. With a thought, the Guiyuan Alchemy Furnace, like a colossal vacuum cleaner, sucked the mountains of herbs into itself, instantly transforming them into pills such as Bigu Pills, Huishén Pills, and Jinchuang Pills, among other varieties. Da Feng Novel Network.
The ten thousand Divine Lords watched as countless herbs turned into pills, suspended in mid-air. Even though they had heard about it countless times, seeing it with their own eyes was far more shocking. The representatives of the alien legions were even more stunned by Ye Yun's terrifying speed and quantity of pill refinement.
In their understanding, alchemists were revered because of the difficulty in achieving this profession. Every alchemist, from the moment they entered the craft, required endless resources for practice and immense wealth for them to gain proficiency and advance. It could be said that the achievements of every alchemist were built upon the resources of a great clan or several great clans.
And this was merely the easiest condition to achieve to become a high-level alchemist. The most difficult aspect was the dual talent of wood and fire, a talent requirement that was one in ten thousand!
And now? What did they see?
The pill refinement was faster than an assembly line on Blue Star. In just five minutes, millions of Bigu Pills were produced, with a success rate of 100%! Even more terrifying was that three-tenths of these million Bigu Pills reached the top-grade quality, and thousands of them were Spirit-grade Bigu Pills with a green halo.
"I finally understand why my mother's elixir supply on the front lines is never short," said the Divine race's驻守 (zhùshǒu - garrison) representative, watching as batches of pills were loaded into Sumeru rings.
"Indeed. If this were in the past, the idea of using Bigu Pills as army rations was unimaginable. I never expected His Majesty to be so terrifying. A single furnace produces millions, and with this quality, it's enough for a million soldiers to campaign for two years," the Ghost race's representative couldn't help but sigh, recalling past events.
"Aren't you curious where such a large quantity of herbs came from?" the Demon race's representative couldn't help but swallow, looking at the disappearing piles of herbs tens of meters high. For the Demon race, there was nothing as satisfying as directly consuming herbs instead of pills.
"Mo Ji, that thought of yours is quite dangerous. I think it's necessary to let Manager Wang know about it, don't you think?" Standing beside Mo Ji was a figure shrouded in black demonic energy. He was currently glaring at Mo Ji with a pair of scarlet eyes.
That's right, the Demon race's garrison representative was Mo Li's elder brother, Mo Ji, the one who had been tricked by Ye Yun and Mo Ji several times. Since Mo Li ascended to power, this fellow had been marginalized. He hadn't expected Mo Li to promote him this time.
"No, Brother Hei, I was just saying it casually," Mo Ji said, his face instantly changing. The fact that he was sent here by Mo Li was the result of his efforts over the past two years. If Mo Li found out, he might truly never have a chance to recover.
"Hmph, a good-grade Bigu Pill!" Brother Hei glanced at Mo Ji and chuckled. The number of pills these stationed representatives received each month was limited, even less than that of the soldiers bravely fighting on the front lines. However, it was relatively peaceful, with at least no life-threatening danger.
"Brother Hei has spoken, so I shall obey," Mo Ji said with a humble smile. He had no choice. This Brother Hei in front of him was the adopted son of the Demon Emperor, and his power far surpassed his own. Brother Hei asking for a good-grade Bigu Pill was merely giving him a way out. If he truly needed it, many people would send it to him.
"You have no ambition," Brother Hei said coldly, glancing at him before falling silent. Instead, he looked at the majestic figure in the first encampment with admiration. That person was none other than His Majesty, the master of his adoptive father!