The Abyssal Garden: No Room for the Idle

So he came in person.

And...

Thinking of this, the Angel Envoy couldn't help but curse inwardly,

Damn it.

Not just him, but every single one of the Venerables had various bad habits, and he, being responsible for a group of Venerables, was extremely exasperated.

And,

there was also someone who, to this day, had not once returned a call! Although interference from other matters could be understood occasionally causing a missed connection,

to miss them all? Wasn't that too much!

And,

the Angel Envoy also sensed something wrong. Had he not felt the flow of the Totem's strength, indicating the other party was still alive,

he would have probably gone to confirm in person immediately.

"This time, I must contact again, if there's a problem," the Angel Envoy's eyes turned cold, and a terrifying aura burst forth from him!

He also possessed great strength, and besides coaxing each Venerable like a father, when any Venerable disobeyed or betrayed the Church,

he would personally intervene to rectify, unless, of course, their strength had already surpassed his, in which case he would stay completely temperate, just like the current Venerable.

"Let's go."

The Angel Envoy stepped into the Ripples, glancing once more at the massive mountain before leaving.

That was no huge mountain range; it was merely a massive pile of heads.

The Venerable watched the Ripples vanish, his scalpel slowly fading into an ethereal shadow. This was not any weapon or tool; it was his sequence.

Additionally,

he gently touched the Totem tattoo on his back, the rough texture harboring the powerful and frightening strength of the Evil God Master.

"I certainly don't want to be just a runner-up in the Venerable plan."

He slowly raised a wicked smile; among the many Venerables, only one could become the true carrier for the Evil God's Descent, the power all Venerables sought after, their supreme glory.

Even more importantly, once graced by the Evil God Master's Descent, he was bound to become his bishop!

The past seven Archbishops, each and every one of them a terrifying, extraordinary, well-acknowledged entity!

Of course,

his vision too was exceptionally high, after all, anyone could deduce with their toes... To become a Venerable, to be favored by the Evil God, one had to be a genius among geniuses, and those who were geniuses by heritage... were rare, typically with various backgrounds, bloodlines, race, and other innate gifts.

Some were previously Divine Sons, descendants of the Divine Race, characters who emerged from extreme territories to be chosen as Venerables... Some pursued mighty strength, some saw the situation clearly, some genuinely believed in the Evil God.

Of course... each of them also possessed great ambition.

And he was also a person with an extraordinary background, his ambition even greater than others.

He wanted not only to become a bishop but a Divine!

"I will... gradually take it into my possession," the Venerable murmured gently.

He was also making extensive preparations.

Just a pity.

The Superpower World he had eyed was ruined by that damn rat, messing up his plans.

But,

no matter.

The Venerable sneered, his aura surging forth like a tumultuous torrent, the surrounding sand and blood stirring into fierce Ripples!

His eyes gleamed with a murderous light akin to stardust.

Behind him, a large number of various Monsters stitched together crawled out from the earth, each with a terrifying aura and ferocious visage!

"Master!"

"Master, Master!"

"Hehehe!"

There were also head bats flying in the Sky Dome, cackling.

"Damn it, why did I summon these noisy creatures," the Venerable pointed a finger and pierced through one.

The head bat hit the ground but possessed extraordinary life force, absorbing the surrounding flesh and blood to rejuvenate itself.

"In any case."

The Venerable gently took off his white gloves,

"That world already has my coordinates laid down, it can't escape."

"And furthermore."

Venerable watched as someone sent a message from the distant lands.

The font was indeed meek, displaying a humble tone...

[Respected Lord Venerable, regarding the trade you mentioned earlier, we are willing to offer this world as goods...]

He gently said, "There are still many things to be done in the Extremely Evil World this time."

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Su Qi was recovering his Spiritual Energy, and having understood the situation of this world, he realized Heavenly Mountain was key.

However,

his Spiritual Energy had only recovered to a few thousand, totally insufficient.

"The thing they call Spirit Stones is extremely scarce, all monopolized by Heavenly Mountain; it seems only from there can I regain my full strength."

However,

Su Qi wasn't in a hurry, since he knew this world was connected to the Extremely Evil World and could gather from the masses that the Extremely Evil World was currently in preparation for a grand meeting.

The Dark Zone was completely riotous and unapproachable.

Thus, he could thoroughly explore the secrets of this world.

After all,

"All outsiders disappear due to being tainted by something ominous?"

So far, Su Qi hadn't noticed anything amiss and had some speculations.

It could be interference from the world's rules or attraction by Ominous items... and Su Qi had a premonition that the Ominous might be related to that world at the dueling ground.

If encountered, it might answer the doubts in his heart, but of course, it could also lead to extraordinary dangers.

"Brother Su, it's time to eat."

These so-called Sinful Cultivators weren't numerous, totaling only a few thousand people, and among them, less than fifty could be called Seventh Rank strength.

"Okay, coming." Su Qi stood up and headed towards the crowd.

After half a day's interaction, Su Qi had also become acquainted with many people, although not intimately; they just nodded and greeted each other.

Many people looked at him with curiosity, naturally from the outer world, frequently asking him many questions.

The other half looked at him with sympathy, as they were all aware of the inevitable fate of every outsider.

"Speaking of which, your Magic Formulas look very mystical." Su Qi sat next to Tang Dashan, "Can you let me learn it? After all, I really want to Progress."

Unlike Superpowers, these Magic Formulas were universal; anyone could control them, releasing Spiritual Energy from within their body in the form of Magic Formulas.

Tang Dashan shook his head with a wry smile, "It seems every outsider says this, but... I advise you to give up on this idea."

"I don't know why, but you and we seem different, unable to use the Magic Formulas."

Su Qi paused, murmuring to himself, "It seems to be a problem of sequence."

Different sequences naturally had barriers between them, just like how he himself couldn't utilize the Mechanical Army traits.

Of course,

like old Wang and others, who integrated into mechanical assemblies, they had stepped into the Mechanical Sequence and could use its strength and energy stones.

"However, no worries, I'll give it a try; maybe I'm a special recruit for physical education."

Tang Dashan knew persuasion was futile, thinking trying it out meant giving up soon.

"Watch carefully."

He pinched the Magic Formula in his hand: "The Magic Formula is not just about fingers, but also aligning with the Qi gates, then exciting energy from within them,"

"But honestly, even if I explain every step clearly, entering the gateway is very difficult; our people take at least several hours just to learn the lowest level Magic Formula."

He swiftly pinched the Magic Formula, continuously transforming it and maintaining correspondence with the Qi gates and flow of Qi.

"This is a complete action; next, I will demonstrate step by step, repeating several times..."

"No need."

Su Qi paused, pinching his hands together, and replicated it in a few moments.

"It doesn't seem that hard."

Tang Dashan: "..."

He even checked Su Qi's Qi gates, where various flows of Qi were circulating, connected.

Damn, that was fast!

You really are a genius, aren't you!!