212: Chapter 212: The Time Demon Clan, this old friend, has returned.

Lin Yuan looked down at the Epic-grade Divine Domain Coordinate Masking Card in his hand.

Just by holding the card in his hand, he could feel a strange power that distorted reality.

Su Jin gave this thing to him with a very obvious intention.

It was to let him, during the period before the Blood Pact War of Ten Thousand Races began,

conceal his Wasteland Divine Domain coordinates and evade the prying eyes and assassinations from the shadows.

Lin Yuan gently stroked the edge of the card, quickly pondering the current situation.

The Mother Tree had just devoured five Transcendent-grade World Hearts, and the entire Wasteland Divine Domain welcomed another leap in its evolution.

The combat power of the one billion subordinates ushered in a wave of explosion.

Most importantly, the mid-Legendary-tier End Mother Tree sat in the Central Basin, its massive root System already integrated with the leylines of the Wasteland Divine Domain.

Lin Yuan made a combat power evaluation in his heart.

The upper limit of this Epic-grade Masking Card was right there.

If an old monster who had lived for over a thousand years, such as a demigod of the eighth or ninth revolution, were to personally make a move, this card couldn't block it at all.

And if they were assassins, suicide operatives of the seventh revolution of demigods and below, or those wandering deities who worked for money,

as long as they dared to step half a step into the Wasteland Divine Domain, Lin Yuan had absolute confidence; he wouldn't even need to use life and death reversal.

Solely relying on the Mother Tree's [End Force Field] and that pack of ferocious subordinates, he could keep all these invaders behind and crush them into the most basic nutrients.

If they came too strong and the card couldn't mask it, he would directly use the token given by Senior Su Jin to summon people.

If they came weak, they would simply be experience packs and resource repositories delivered right to his doorstep.

Lin Yuan increasingly felt that this plan was feasible.

Since that was the case, the strategic value of this Masking Card was greatly discounted.

Instead of sticking it on the core of the Wasteland Divine Domain as a mere ornament, it was better to directly exchange it for solid resources.

What he lacked the most right now was faith points.

As the number of subordinates broke through the one-billion mark, the consumption of faith points when using [Creation Extraction] to bestow new attributes in the future would only become greater.

Lin Yuan decisively put the Masking Card into the star key space.

Returning to reality.

Inside the living room of Villa No. 079, stellar halo spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the floor.

Lin Yuan walked to the brain terminal, inserted the star key, rapidly tapped the virtual keyboard, and directly logged into the trading platform of the military department's internal network.

He clicked open the consignment interface and dragged the items in the star key space up one by one.

First item: Xing Yun-type Natural Disaster Card, Transcendent-grade.

Second item: Extreme Cold-type Natural Disaster Card, Transcendent-grade.

Third item: Plague-type Natural Disaster Card, Transcendent-grade.

These three cards were the life-buying money left behind by that Senior student.

In Lin Yuan's view, this kind of large-scale lethal prop could no longer keep up with his current expansion pace.

Pulling out a well-organized Tyrant Demon legion at random from the Wasteland Divine Domain, or letting the Calamity Fire Spirit wash the ground,

their destructive power would not be inferior to these Natural Disaster Cards. Keeping them was just letting them gather dust.

The last item: Epic-grade Divine Domain Coordinate Masking Card.

Lin Yuan glanced at the consignment rules.

When ordinary officers consigned items, the platform would extract a ten percent service fee.

He clicked open the Second Lieutenant permission panel in the upper right corner.

[Permission Two: Interstellar Logistics and Cross-Border Teleportation, exempt from all taxes and fees.]

Not only was the service fee exempted, but the System also automatically recognized the rarity of Epic-grade items.

It directly labeled these four commodities as "High-risk Strategic Materials" and forcibly pushed them to the top banner of the homepage of the military department's internal network trading hall.

Lin Yuan set the bidding mode, casually filled in a number for the reserve price, and then leaned against the chair, quietly waiting.

The trading hall of the military department's internal network had tens of thousands of officers online year-round.

After the homepage top banner lit up, the entire trading forum directly exploded.

"What's the situation? Three Transcendent-grade Natural Disaster Cards packaged and sold together?"

"Quickly look at the last one! An Epic-grade Divine Domain Coordinate Masking Card! Isn't this thing a controlled material? Which prodigal son took it out to sell?"

"Which theater's Logistics Officer on the front line is clearing inventory? This Masking Card is a life-saving Divine Artifact!"

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and pool the money!"

The bidding numbers began to jump at a crazy speed.

Transcendent-grade Natural Disaster Cards had always belonged to hard currency within the military.

Whether used to storm alien planes or clean up large-scale monsters, they were extremely useful.

In just five minutes, the price of the three Natural Disaster Cards broke through 1.5 billion faith points.

In the end, these three cards were instantly bought by legion procurement officers from three different theaters at an astronomical price totaling 2.1 billion faith points.

And the bidding for that Epic-grade Masking Card was even more fierce.

This level of divine domain shielding props was rarely seen even here.

Many squads executing missions on the front line, or people who had offended alien mighty figures, had a demand for this thing that reached a morbid degree.

The price soared all the way, directly breaking through the 3 billion mark.

Lin Yuan looked at the constantly refreshing numbers on the screen, blooming with joy inside.

Ten minutes later, the bidding stopped.

An anonymous buyer who hid all identity information directly threw out a buy-it-now price of 4.8 billion faith points.

Forcibly terminating the bidding process, they pocketed the Masking Card.

"Ding! Transaction complete. Deducting zero service fee, a total of 6.9 billion faith points have been remitted to your exclusive account."

The mechanical prompt tone sounded in the living room.

Lin Yuan glanced at the account balance.

Just half an hour ago, there was less than 20 million faith points left in his account.

Now, it directly soared to close to 7 billion.

This feeling of getting rich overnight put Lin Yuan in a great mood.

With this huge sum of money backing him up, he could rest easy for a very long time to come.

Closing the brain terminal, Lin Yuan walked to the futon in the center of the living room and sat cross-legged.

The bait had been cast out.

The coordinates were completely exposed without any concealment.

Now, they only needed to await the exhausted enemy at ease.

Lin Yuan closed his eyes, and the Divine Power in his body began to circulate along specific loops within his body.

With each major heavenly cycle of circulation, his Divine Soul would become more condensed, and the Foundation of the sixth revolution of demigods was also constantly solidifying.

...

Time quietly elapsed during Cultivation.

A full day passed in the real world, and nearly half a month had passed inside the Divine Domain.

During this half month, Lin Yuan always split off a wisp of Divine Thought to constantly monitor the Void Realm movements on the periphery of the Divine Domain.

All was calm and tranquil; nothing happened.

Those assassination organizations and alien assassins were obviously more cautious than imagined.

They needed time to confirm the authenticity of the coordinates and time to assemble personnel.

And they needed even more time to formulate a foolproof fatal plan.

Lin Yuan did not lack patience.

He was like an experienced old hunter, calmly waiting for the arrival of his prey.

Right in the early hours of the second day in the real world,

change finally appeared.

In the Void Realm turbulence on the periphery of the Wasteland Divine Domain,

a few branches of the Mother Tree absorbing Void Realm energy suddenly transmitted back a faint yet abnormally dense space fluctuation.

Lin Yuan slightly opened his eyes.

The prey had delivered itself to his door.

His Divine Soul crossed endless distances and descended above the high altitude of the Wasteland Divine Domain.

Lin Yuan did not rush to show himself, but instead attached his Divine Thought to the branches of the Mother Tree, probing toward the peripheral Void Realm.

In the Chaos Void Realm tens of thousands of kilometers away from the crystal wall System of the Wasteland Divine Domain,

flying boats tens of thousands of meters long were shuttling through the Void Realm turbulence, advancing forward.

On the decks of the flying boats, they were filled with humanoid creatures.

They were precisely the high-risk branch among the Starry Sky Wanderers — the Time Demon Race.

However, this branch of the Time Demon Race was somewhat different from what Lin Yuan had seen in the data previously.

They similarly possessed grey-white stooped bodies, gill-like cracks on both sides of their cheeks, and no eyes, relying entirely on Mental Energy to perceive the world.

But their attire and makeup exuded a weird sense of contrast.

These more than 300,000 Time Demons were actually all wearing Daoist robes.

Some people stepped on Flying Swords polished from white bones under their feet, some people held banner flags emitting black Qi outwards in their hands, and others carried huge purple-gold sword boxes on their backs.

The 300,000-strong army, the vast majority of which exuded spiritual power fluctuations of the Diamond Tier.

The tens of thousands of elites standing at the very front of the flying boats had even reached the level of the Transcendent Tier.

Leading them was a tall Time Demon wearing a purple-gold Daoist robe and holding a white-bone horsetail whisk.

His aura was the deepest, having already reached the Peak of the Transcendent Tier, only a step away from the Epic-grade.

This leader was named Wumu.

Wumu stood at the bow of the ship, the gill cracks on both sides of his cheeks rapidly opening and closing, capturing the aura in the Void Realm ahead.

His "gaze" locked onto the periphery of the Wasteland Divine Domain.

There, tens of thousands of thick branches colored in black gold and dark iron were penetrating the crystal walls, devouring the energy in the Void Realm.

The Chaos Qi currents and destruction totems flowing on the surface of the branches exuded an ancient coercion that made Wumu's Soul tremble.

"Good stuff... Peerless Divine Artifact..."

Wumu muttered to himself, licking the corners of his mouth.

When the employer issued the task on the black market, they said the target's strength was equivalent to a top-tier freshman in Starry Sky University.

They were requested to destroy the opponent's Divine Domain as much as possible and shake its Foundation.

The reward given by the employer was very generous.

But compared to this mysterious plant before his eyes that could directly take root in the Void Realm and devour turbulence, it was simply a drop in the bucket.

If this thing could be uprooted...

"Leader."

Adjutant Huilin stepped on a Flying Sword and approached Wumu. Huilin's strength was in the middle-upper tier of the Transcendent Tier, and he always acted prudently.

"The situation is a bit wrong."

Huilin raised his finger, pointing at the huge Divine Domain outline ahead.

"Please carefully perceive the aura on the periphery of that layer of crystal walls."

Wumu frowned, extending his Mental Energy forward.

The periphery of the crystal wall System of the Wasteland Divine Domain had a horrifying scene.

Dark red karmic fire burned quietly in the Void Realm, incinerating approaching meteorites into nothingness.

Ghastly green poisonous miasma turned into poisonous dragons, circling and wandering on the surface of the crystal wall.

What was even more terrifying was that the entire periphery of the Divine Domain was filled with a strange gravitational field.

Light was distorted here, and space presented a shattered feeling as if it would collapse at any time.

Where did this look like a freshman's Divine Domain?

This was clearly an abyss forbidden land that had been nurtured for countless years!

"Is the intelligence provided by the employer wrong?" Huilin's tone carried a hint of retreat.

"With this level of environmental harshness, even the Divine Kingdoms of those veteran demigods are no better than this."

"If we forcefully attack, we're afraid we'll suffer heavy losses."

"Bang!"

Wumu turned his hand and slapped, directly sending Huilin flying with a backhand strike.

Huilin heavily crashed into the mast of the flying boat, opening his mouth to spit out a mouthful of dark green blood.

"Idiot!"

Wumu shook the horsetail whisk in his hand and sternly cursed.

"What do you guys understand! These cunning human Prodigies love playing these bluffing tricks the most!"

Wumu pointed at the terrifying scene ahead, his tone resolute.

"This is definitely some kind of large-scale illusion Formation! Or a blindfold created using some rare item!"

"The purpose is just to scare away wandering races like us!"

Wumu had wandered in the Void Realm for over a thousand years and considered himself knowledgeable and experienced.

A sophomore student who had just awakened for less than two years—no matter how high his talent was, his Divine Domain could not possibly evolve an environment comparable to an abyss.

The only explanation was that it was fake.

"To take ten thousand steps back." Wumu surveyed the Time Demon Race army on the deck.

"Even if the environment here is truly harsh, even if that's not a blindfold, so what?"

"We are here to accept tasks to destroy the Divine Domain! We're not here to fight a positional war with them!"

Wumu raised the white-bone horsetail whisk in his hand high and issued the final command.

"Everyone listen to the order!"

"Do not save the energy of the Void Realm rare items! Directly lock onto the other party's Divine Domain surface!"

"We will use our racial talent to penetrate this layer of annoying crystal walls and directly airdrop into their core area!"

"Fight quickly and resolve it quickly! Burn up all their subordinates, smash their buildings, and rob that divine tree!"

"Run as soon as you finish fighting! Absolutely cannot let the other party's Divine Lord react!"

Hearing the leader's command, the 300,000-strong Time Demon Race army acted simultaneously.

They successively took out diamond-shaped black crystals from their arms.

"Activate!"

Wumu gave an order.

300,000 black crystals simultaneously erupted with dark light, turning into black meteors that sneaked into the crystal wall System of the Divine Domain.