Published: March 2, 2025
Wen Yu and Lin Haifeng had discussed "how to kill the celestial god and failed to come up with any solutions." Afterward, Wen Yu took his leave, strolling through the streets of Base Eight, the Heaven-Covering Robe perfectly concealing his silhouette.
He wandered through the bustling streets, integrating all the information he just gathered from Lin Haifeng.
The celestial god was undoubtedly a significant problem... but this trouble wasn't directed at Wen Yu; rather, it was aimed at Lin Haifeng. When Wen Yu suggested "killing the celestial god," it was merely a spur-of-the-moment idea. In fact, the existence of the celestial god could attract some of Lin Haifeng's attention, preventing the old man from overthinking and plotting.
In short, to Wen Yu, the celestial god was just like any passerby, regardless of their immense power and heated exchanges with Lin Haifeng, he had no relations with Wen Yu at all.
As for the ultimate goal of his visit to Lin Haifeng—to find work related to the Level Eleven knocking stone—Wen Yu had already discussed it with Lin Haifeng. As long as Lin Haifeng was committed, they should yield results.
After wandering around Base Eight, Wen Yu suddenly realized that he was now more idle than a salted fish—his own business didn’t require his management, the mountain puppet would handle everything clearly, and there were no small matters left. The important tasks had already been handed over to Lin Haifeng, and the exploration of the treasure land was far from him. There was even a risk of being captured and subdued by the sovereign if he tried to show off or act cute. All these factors combined made Wen Yu feel like a ghost drifting through the world...
Other than checking on his old friends, Wen Yu was truly at a loss for what to do.
After standing on the street for some time, Wen Yu shook his head with a chuckle.
He might as well check out the main battlefield and see the recently rising soul puppet legion, and then retreat for a while to study the soul creation technique, while also looking for ways to resolve the cost of power.
With his mind made up, Wen Yu’s figure instantly vanished.
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In Zone Seven 3315 landmass, Beijing served as the first forward base on the layered battlefield. This was also a stronghold for the Earth side within the main battlefield of Zone Seven.
The overall area was roughly one-third the size of Beijing, and the architectural style was similar to that of the Base Eight. The streets were filled with powerful professionals, mutated beasts, and even soul puppets, making this massive war fortress vibrant with life.
As soon as Wen Yu flew in from the city walls, he immediately sensed the current status of the soul puppet legion in the main battlefield of Zone Seven—the number of soul puppets walking on the streets was about equal to the total of professionals and mutated creatures!
The various types of soul puppets were either alone or in pairs. Some even joked with nearby professionals, and the overall atmosphere was quite harmonious.
The soul puppets had already demonstrated their value on the main battlefield. As intelligent beings, although they were merely Wen Yu’s creations, it was undeniable that each soul puppet was an independent individual. Through countless battles fought side by side, these frontline warriors had already formed deep friendships, and now, the active professionals and mutated beasts on the main battlefield no longer regarded soul puppets as disposable war tools...
The first batch of soul puppets he created—such as mountain puppets, corpse puppets, and cloud puppets—had performed perfectly! Even in Wen Yu’s absence, they remained tightly united under the close bond of the same creator, striving forward for their own kind.
For some reason, Wen Yu suddenly recalled the handful of loess he had shaped on a whim back then.
What was once a thoughtless action had now grown into a towering tree!
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This base wasn’t small, and during his observation, Wen Yu gradually noticed another rather peculiar phenomenon.