Chapter 427

This thing is essentially a dimensional interface, connecting to a small world.

For large organizations like the Ciyuanshang Society, their method of securing resources is naturally more advanced.

They don't linger in the stage of land excavation like Chen Ping and others; instead, they directly extract from worlds.

When a world's resources are depleted, they decide whether to detonate it, squeezing out its final value.

The thirteen seats each oversee different matters: Saros presides over dimensional trade auctions, while Max presides over patrol trade trains.

Others are specifically assigned to search for and manage small worlds.

This is the game of the strong; someone at Chen Ping's current level cannot possibly access it.

But the Ciyuanshang Society invites people to explore special small worlds, giving lower-tier members a chance to participate.

During this process, Chen Ping has the opportunity to encounter outside information and personnel.

If lucky, he might even encounter a Renzu strongman, and then directly expose what's happening in the Central Zone.

That way, he won't have to worry about being schemed against by the Central Zone after he leaves.

He can trigger the situation ahead of time.

Originally, Max planned to wait until Chen Ping entered the Third Stage before increasing trade frequency, to see if Chen Ping might receive an invitation.

But now that Chen Ping has become a Zhizun member, he can enter small worlds without any obstruction.

Moreover, among the current seat holders responsible for small worlds, one has an excellent relationship with him.

Chen Ping once completed a task for this person, helping him obtain the Flame Lord's Heart.

Chen Ping and Max discussed subsequent operations for a full day.

Throughout the entire process, Max blocked off the surrounding area, strictly preventing any information leakage.

Only after the Renzu Lord meeting ended did Max's train, belching thick white smoke, depart from Jiuzhou Ling.

In the upcoming Renzu Trial World, all factions and lords proceed methodically, preparing for the final invasion.

Max, having left the Trial World, wore an excited smile on his face.

He walked to the rear of the carriage, where a small altar stood conspicuously.

Max placed his hand on the altar; after inputting energy, the patterns on the altar lit up in sequence.

Immediately afterward, the thirteen seals along the altar's edge began rotating, finally settling on a round-faced fat man motif.

In a certain dimensional world, a castle floated silently.

Behind the first-floor grand hall, up more than ten levels of a spiral staircase, a quiet room suddenly trembled.

A streak of light descended from the ceiling, forming the classic round-faced fat man appearance of Saros.

He pressed his hand against the floor, and instantly the entire room's floor glowed.

Then, a slightly blurred figure appeared before him—it was Max.

"Max, what do you want?"

"Huh? Your true body is still in seclusion?"

"Yes, the last world evolution brought many insights—hmm, truly an unexpected blessing."

Speaking of seclusion, Saros's avatar wore a smug smile.

At their level, every advancement—even the tiniest—is a major event.

After the other Ciyuanshang Society seats learned of his seclusion, they all grew envious to the point of madness; Max was among them.

He assumed Max had come to inquire about the results of his seclusion, and was about to wave him off, telling him not to waste time.

But Max chuckled in return.

Saros instantly sensed Max's smugness—and this smugness seemed connected to him?

"What the hell are you laughing at?"

"Hey hey hey, how can you talk like that, old Sar?"

Max sent a stream of information, transmitting it through the altar across countless dimensional worlds to Saros.

After receiving it, Saros discovered it was Max's Zhizun member invitation, requesting him to serve as a witness.

Although the thirteen seats are the highest executive tier of the Ciyuanshang Society and possess the authority to invite Zhizun members,

due to the Zhizun member's special status, two additional seats must witness the invitation.

Only after both witnesses approve is the Zhizun member officially admitted.

If the evaluation fails, the Zhizun membership is revoked.

During the evaluation period, the Zhizun member receives only basic benefits.

Generally, this period isn't long—about ten years.

After all, Demigods live extremely long lives; ten years is but a blink.

But for Chen Ping, this is unacceptable.

He has only been developing for a little over a year or two; in ten years, he will surely possess power capable of shaking the order.

Why would he care about your so-called Zhizun membership?

Max later discussed with Chen Ping and vowed to shorten this process to the absolute minimum!

When Saros saw Chen Ping's name, he immediately recognized the boy from the auction and lifted his head in surprise.

"Isn't this kid still in the Lord Trial? Are you insane?"

"Is he even qualified to join the Zhizun members? You might end up dooming him!"

Saros's expression turned serious.

He didn't doubt Chen Ping's ability to activate and bind the ring—a man who nearly evolved a world while still weak must have exceptional talent.

Demigod talent is unattainable for 99.9% of people.

But for someone like Chen Ping, it's not impossible.

Especially since he later gave Chen Ping the Source Dew; he believed that with sufficient source, Chen Ping's growth would be swift.

But joining the Zhizun members now? In his view, this was nonsense.

If Max couldn't give him a satisfactory answer today, he would outright reject the invitation.

"Saros, I can only say his growth far exceeds our imagination."

"He personally agreed to join the Zhizun members; I didn't force him—he seems to have an urgent need to connect with the outside."

"As for his abilities, I'll only reveal this: his life layer is already Perfect Rank, Sacred Bloodline."

"His trial points: 223,150."

Max also dropped his smile, speaking to Saros with solemn precision.

"Wait—what? You said how much?"

Saros's accent twisted as he heard Chen Ping's trial points.

Two hundred thousand points!?

Are you fucking kidding me?

Everyone here went through the Lord Trial; the highest recorded in history was only 150,000!

That individual now sits on a divine throne, ignites divine flame, and has built a divine realm!

You're telling me 200,000 now? The Renzu Trial isn't even over—I remember there's still a year left!?

Saros rubbed his round face, feeling his fat cheeks stiffen.

With 200,000 points before the Lord Trial ends, how many more points will Chen Ping gain after a year?

Every person who scores 100,000 points in the Lord Trial has, without exception, forged their own legend across the myriad worlds.

Their strength can no longer be measured against peers of the same stage.

Saros felt the Source Dew he gave Chen Ping couldn't possibly have boosted him to this level.

He suddenly remembered something—but a force in his mind blocked him from recalling it.

This force came from the highest level, leaving no room for resistance.

But even so, Saros now understood what had happened.

Organizations and individuals not involved in the Lord Trial cannot mention or perceive the Wanzu Trial.

Having lived so long, Saros had long prepared countermeasures—he instantly realized the source of Chen Ping's fortune.

"How strong do you think the kid is right now?"

"Heh, one rank away from Extraordinary Stage."

"Fuck!"

Those who achieved Demigod status were once among the elite of their generation.

But even so, Saros couldn't help cursing upon hearing this rank.