99: Chapter 99 The Sky Tower Opens

"I have a Ten Thousand Mile Transmission Sub-Talisman here that can be used three more times. If you have similar needs in the future, Fellow Daoist, you may contact me at any time. If you favor my business, I can prioritize procuring various human resources, exotic slaves, curiosities, and Heaven And Earth Treasure for you."

"This Ten Thousand Mile Transmission Sub-Talisman can transmit voice to me without any issue within a range of one hundred thousand miles."

After speaking, Zhao Yuanzhi slightly raised his hand. He only had a few of these Ten Thousand Mile Transmission Sub-Talisman in his possession, and he would only give one away when someone spent more than one hundred thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stone.

The reason he gave it to Li Changqing this time was because he valued Li Changqing's thick Luck and intended to initiate contact and investment in advance.

Even most of the high-level members of the Tianyuan Chamber of Commerce only knew that he possessed a six-inch Spiritual Root, but they did not know that he also possessed the Eye of Luck, which could see through the Luck of most living beings.

After taking the Talisman handed over by Zhao Yuanzhi, Li Changqing scanned it with his Divine Sense and nodded in thanks.

"In that case, I will not disturb Fellow Daoist Li's meditation any longer. If you have any needs, you can contact me via the transmission Talisman at any time." Zhao Yuanzhi cupped his hands again, then turned and walked towards the flying boat.

As the flying boat slowly rose into the air, all the guards of the Tianyuan Chamber of Commerce on the flying boat bowed in unison, their postures respectful, and their massive figures gradually disappeared into the clouds.

Xuanling Lake returned to peace, with only the ancient Wutong tree swaying gently in the breeze, as if recounting everything that had just happened.

Five hundred ignorant children looked up blankly, watching this sole master before them, quietly waiting for their unknown fate.

A breeze brushed over the lake, creating ripples, and the clear, spiritual mist drifted over the crowd by the lake.

A secret transaction of five hundred Mortal slaves was settled by the quiet Xuanling Lake.

Li Changqing stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed straight ahead. His cold eyes swept over the dense mass of thin, small figures, without a shred of pity or malice, only the detachment and certainty of a Cultivator looking down upon the Mortal world.

The five hundred children remained silent as cicadas in winter, none daring to look up and meet his eyes.

Days of discipline had long been carved into their marrow. The tall, elegant Cultivator before them was their only reliance in this life, and their only Dominator.

The scales of fate had already shifted; they had no way back.

The silence lasted for several breaths before Li Changqing finally spoke.

His voice was not loud, but it was wrapped in a faint trace of a Cultivator's Spiritual Qi, clearly resounding across the entire lakeshore, falling into the ears of every child, every word clear, with none left out:

"My name is Li Changqing. From today onwards, you are separated from the Mortal world, severing your past. From now on, you serve only me."

The children's bodies trembled slightly, but no one dared to answer, only lowering their heads further, silently accepting their brand-new fate.

Li Changqing's gaze was calm as he continued to set the rules in a deep voice, establishing the Foundation for this group's life:

"I do not keep idlers. Once under my tutelage, your food, clothing, housing, and travel will all be provided by me, shielding you from hunger, cold, and war, far from the hardships of the Mortal world."

"But there is no such thing as a free lunch in this world. Starting today, I will pass on Martial Artist Cultivation Techniques to you. Each of you must become a Martial Artist and contribute to me in the future. You must not be lazy or harbor ulterior motives. Anyone who tries to escape or cause trouble will be killed without exception."

The cold rules were straightforward and cruel, without any warmth, yet they were the fairest way of survival in a chaotic Mortal world.

The five hundred children understood only half of it, but they all firmly remembered it in their hearts. Their shallow breathing became increasingly steady, and the panic in their hearts was gradually replaced by a numb sense of security.

Compared to living a life of displacement and having no one to rely on, having a stable place to stay and being able to become a slave to a Cultivator was already a good outcome.

...

West of Xuanling Island, a training and living area about 1,500 meters long and nearly 400 meters wide had been completed.

He would hand these five hundred children over to Zhang Yuxi, let them nourish their bodies first, and officially start training in a month.

Time passed quickly, fleeting in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, the scheduled day for the appearance and opening of the Sky Dome Tower on Tianlan Star arrived. Li Changqing had prepared early and returned to Tianlan Star via the myriad worlds disk.

...

In Changqing City, above the originally clear sky, a bell sound that pierced the Divine Soul suddenly rang out.

The sound did not originate from any specific place but vibrated from the depths of the Void Realm, instantly sweeping across the entire world. Immediately after, the clouds above the Nine Heavens were torn apart by an invisible giant hand, revealing the phantom of a towering giant tower built entirely of Chaos blue stone.

This tower soared into the clouds, its spire disappearing into an unknowable dimension, and its body swirled with obscure and ancient Dao patterns, as if carrying the weight of the myriad worlds.

The world called it—Sky Dome Tower.

However, the truly greatest anomaly was not the unreachable main body in the sky, but the phantom that descended with it.

As the Sky Dome Tower in the Nine Heavens locked into place, a massive and unparalleled power of the Law of space spread like a tide.

Under the guidance of this power, in every corner of the Tianlan Star world—whether in ruined cities, desolate deserts, Forbidden Ground in the deep sea, extreme northern ice fields, or deep mountains—a smaller version of the "Sky Dome Tower" would condense out of thin air every ten miles or so.

These towers were not physical entities but illusory projections.

They were about three zhang high, had a nine-layer structure, and the tower body emitted a faint, deep blue light. The tower gate was tightly closed, with the two characters "Sky Dome" inscribed on the door.

The appearance of each small tower was accompanied by violent turbulence and reorganization of the surrounding energy.

An entrance to a Sky Dome Tower appeared about three miles from Changqing City. After giving some instructions, Li Changqing did not hesitate. His gaze focused, and he strode into it!

The moment his body touched the phantom of the Sky Dome Tower, there was no violent impact, only a wave of gentle and massive energy instantly wrapping around his entire body.

A clear, vast, and upright power surged through his pores, Meridians, and Divine Soul. The surrounding noise, the trembling of the earth, and all external sounds were completely isolated, leaving only the pure Dao rhythm and silence between heaven and earth.

The light and shadow before his eyes flowed violently, and the world spun.

The dark sky and the restless crowd outside instantly faded and disappeared completely.

Replacing them was an endless, pure white space.

The Spiritual Qi (energy) here was so dense it was almost liquefied, several times stronger than a third-grade Spirit Eye Spring. Mysterious energy particles floated in the sky like stars, gently nourishing Li Changqing's Physical Body and Divine Soul.

The space was boundless, with no visible boundaries. The ground was made of warm, jade-like white spirit crystal, clean and pure, without a speck of dust.

At the same time, a vast, indifferent, and emotionless mysterious voice resonated directly in Li Changqing's Sea of Consciousness, echoing in his mind.