Chapter 2614: Don't Waste It, Use It All===GLOSSARY===

So, after the Space God's avatar was taken away, His divinity could only remain in Mistcloud Bay.

This awkward situation might only be resolved when He attempts to descend in person and claim the Cloud Platform.

But the problem is, is the true form of Helu Heaven really that easy to bring down?

Last time, Miao Zhantian managed to descend into the Inverted Sea only by borrowing the body of a true immortal—there are hardly any true immortals in the mortal realm, and how many such bodies could the Heavenly Gods possibly have? The Spirit Essence Palace represents the pinnacle of research into divine descent bodies, yet to this day it has failed to stably produce a fully divine descent vessel, let alone one usable by a true god.

Moreover, the spiritual energy density in the mortal realm is still insufficient to support free movement of true immortals through heaven and earth—even someone as formidable as Xuan Du hides in the Liuli Sea, relying on its high spiritual energy concentration to recuperate. Even if Helu Heaven could obtain a true immortal's body, once descended it would be tantamount to imprisonment.

Furthermore, with the avatar stranded in the mortal realm, can the true form even descend? Helu Heaven has no certainty.

Or perhaps other true gods or great heavenly gods might come, expend extra effort, and forcibly subdue this divinity.

That would not be good news for Helu Heaven either—once a true god takes the divinity, who would willingly return it to its original owner? The Cloud Platform is incredibly useful.

The schemes of the Nine Abysses are truly despicable—they've trapped Him in this predicament, neither up nor down.

Of course, Mei Yin God would not reveal all this to Xiao Ping and Wang Mao Shi in full detail, only telling them: "We will seek a new location; in ninety days, the Spirit Essence Palace will relocate."

These ninety days are meant for the Spirit Essence Palace to organize and pack.

The two exchanged glances, both feeling the task was immensely daunting. The fragments of the Hidden God Sovereign are numerous in quantity—just moving them all out is exhausting, let alone the fact that these treasures require frequent water changes, fresh seawater, so they must also design an immersion system.

Then there's the transportation issue—sea stars themselves tend to escape, and if accidentally dehydrated, who knows what form they might turn into……

Mei Yin God didn't know where the pain point lay, only saying: "You needn't worry about safety."

"……Yes." The two could only reply in agreement.

Ah, if only Duan He Yun were here—he'd likely stiffen his neck and say the time is too short to finish, the task too heavy to handle, making the Heavenly God half-dead with anger yet helpless, and in the end only able to allocate more time for him.

Wang Mao Shi then asked: "Do we still need to take experimental supplies from Bai Song City?"

The so-called "experimental supplies" are human embryos.

"Just take one more stretch of time until we leave," Xiao Ping mused. "Over the years, the experimental site has also accumulated considerable waste, which must also be disposed of."

Mei Yin God suddenly said: "Helu Heaven's true god has arrived; I am to convey His words: The Spirit Essence Palace has accumulated too much waste and failed products; now that we are clearing everything out in one go, we might as well make use of the waste. Your subordinate, the puppet master Tan Jian, has long been conducting experiments to extract the essence of these unqualified puppets and divine bodies within the Spirit Essence Palace, then combine them with living beings. Through constant repetition, the malformation rate will decrease."

The Spirit Essence Palace has been in Mistcloud Bay for ten years, producing over forty thousand experimental specimens, the vast majority of which are defective and utterly worthless for divine descent. Before being disposed of, the puppet masters usually cut off and preserve parts of their features, and over time these have piled up in the freezer.

If the Spirit Essence Palace were to relocate on a large scale, it would most likely not take them along.

Xiao Ping frowned: "Tan Jian's experiments have indeed produced a few suitable bodies, but their strength is too weak to bear a full divine descent. According to our current research, his progress has lagged, and his experiments are only fit for consuming inventory."

After seeing Duan He Yun's research results, she truly looked down on other puppet masters' approaches.

Helu Heaven's true god displeased: "If the Spirit Essence Palace is moving out, why keep this inventory? Clear it all at once!"

"To consume these forty thousand-plus specimens would require hundreds of thousands of living people." Xiao Ping pondered His words, growing more astonished the more she considered them: "You, You mean...?"

"Massive large-scale mutation will inevitably produce a few good ones—this is what Duan He Yun said, right?" Helu Heaven's true god said. "Tan Jian's methods are too slow; his experiments have never been able to scale to more samples. Now is the opportunity—doesn't Bai Song City have hundreds of thousands of people? And they are all strong-bodied and of suitable age."

Xiao Ping hesitated.

Helu Heaven said calmly: "What's wrong? Do you have objections?"

"No no." Xiao Ping came to her senses, quickly explaining: "To trigger mutation in hundreds of thousands of living people—if among them there truly is a perfect specimen like A Lian, I fear we lack the manpower to capture them."

"The manpower issue—you need not consider it. The Heavenly Palace can handle it."

"Yes." Xiao Ping glanced at Wang Mao Shi; both knew the will of the upper gods cannot be defied, and moreover Helu Heaven today has suffered heavy losses, his heart-fire burning fiercely, so he most likely greatly desires to unleash a great slaughter.

The two only could perform the salute: "We humbly obey the imperial edict."

Helu Heaven snorted, then said nothing more.

Half a month later, Xiao Ping went out on errands, and upon returning passed through Bai Song City, seeing the city still prosperous, in fact even more flourishing than before. Over the past ten or so days, due to relocation, the Spirit Essence Palace's demand for supplies has surged, driving Bai Song City into overdrive—people's wages have increased accordingly.

Tired as they may be, complaints as they may have, their purses are full.

The townspeople walking the streets stride with chests out and heads high, all bearing the confidence that comes from peace and prosperity.

No one knows that this eight-direction-envied tranquil city will, in a few months, face a catastrophe of overturned skies.

The very existence that lets them live well will soon personally push them into purgatory.

These small joys in turbulent times are nothing but an illusion.

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Outside Spirit Void City, Mount Xushan.

Autumn has come, the maple leaves on the mountain are red, the sky light is blazing, the forests are fully dyed, the mountain peaks stand out in their exquisite beauty and grandeur, making the pilgrims and sightseers of Mount Xushan look as if intoxicated, almost unable to walk the path.

Yes, at this moment Mount Xushan is just as it was twenty years ago—still thronging with visitors, hardly any idle time in the daytime.

These years, the world's turmoil has barely affected it; even the Divine Hall that the Envoy of All Gods, Lu Yong Yan, just passed through, has seen its incense burn even more fiercely, the entire hall filled with swirling smoke and mist, making breathing difficult for those who enter, yet they must stubbornly endure it, for the saliva flying when they cough is a great disrespect to the spirits.

Leaving the Divine Hall comes the Bai Yu steps, leading to the Zhai Xing Lou.

After that incident twenty years ago, the Heavenly Palace rebuilt the Zhai Xing Lou, which, bathed in the sunset's glow, appears even more magnificent, solemn, and divine.

Lu Yong Yan walked up the Bai Yu steps unhurriedly, attendants trailing behind him like clouds.

The believers above and below saw him, fell to their knees in a rustling wave, and devoutly chanted praises to the Envoy, my lord.

An old woman knocked her forehead until it bled; Lu Yong Yan stepped forward and helped her up: "There's no need for this—I am no different from you, merely a servant of the gods."

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