"What kind of monster is that??"

Wales strode over, worried about this sudden unexpected turn of events.

In his view, Black Star already wreaks havoc within the same realm, ruthlessly and without any martial virtue.

Normally, contestants participating in a tournament emphasize fair competition.

Yet, Black Star loves to seize opportunities in the competition by doping, the kind of contestant whose urine test results in "not a drop of urine in the stimulants."

It was excessively dirty.

And he justified it as: Mortal cultivation—a demonstration of humanity triumphing over destiny! I, an ordinary contestant, can compete against you, a national-level contestant!

Frankly speaking, who could defeat this king of medicine?

But now, an absurd individual indeed appeared, that person in flowing white cloth, who on earth is he?

Black Star was also bewildered, secretly transmitting: "I don't know, came out from within the world, initially intending to bolster the dignity of the Immortal Dynasty, yet..."

Could it be that my version of the pills has become outdated?

Do I need to innovate?

He muttered under his breath.

However, Minis watched this scene through the glass and chuckled:

"This Inspector Tuluo is really foolish, anyone who takes on the Emperor head-on with a hard head ends up questioning their life choices?"

Minis remained in hiding, his time had not yet come. He wouldn't be as free as the Emperor; he still had to wait a bit longer for his mediocrity to bloom.

So.

He didn't take risks.

Instead, he would study it for a while and win steadily.

But Wales felt a bit overwhelmed; he knew unexpected events were sure to arise, and it would be safer to hide.

Black Star tricked me!

Wales let out a long sigh.

Having boarded the pirate ship, now he had to clean up Black Star's mess, addressing those inside the imperial examination:

"Inspector Tuluo is not adept at combat, which led to miscreants disrupting order. I, as the National Preceptor, will personally descend and maintain order."

"Just a minor storm, continue with your examination."

Upon hearing this, the candidates were not particularly surprised.

The examiner being a bit weak was understandable; seeing the National Preceptor made them immediately flee in terror, indicating that this National Preceptor was genuinely unfathomable, and the Immortal Dynasty retained its dignity.

And Wales also shook his head in private.

If not for the strong foundation he provided to clean up the mess, who knows how many times Black Star would have failed? How did he have the confidence to engage in such antics initially? Posing as a native to fish?

However.

He was confident, as long as the seat of the Ancient Gods blessed him, he certainly wouldn't be weaker than most Ancient Gods...

His realm was exceptionally high!

So from the start, he never regarded Black Star as an enemy. Do humans consider ants intruding into their homes as enemies?

"Continue with your examination."

"Three years later, establish a ranking."

After Wales spoke, he left with Black Star, extinguished the torches, and concealed their figures once more.

The two then exchanged in secret, "Black Star, show me what you've been researching."

Black Star tossed it to him.

Wales studied it and played with it for a while, feeling satisfied.

He calmed down quite a bit.

Though Black Star was young and hot-headed, his skill was evident, otherwise, he would have been obliterated long ago.

"Next, we will look for a spot that relieves blockade, light a bonfire, and establish a temporary Divine Country."

When Wales went out this time, he was clearly scouting the terrain on the side.

Taking out a map, he pointed at the junction and said solemnly: "Just here, the center is the bonfire campsite, and place three torches at the other three junctions."

"As long as someone approaches, we'll surely detect it! Retreat to other junctions, and not even that female native can catch us."

Wales had no intention of a direct confrontation, unlike Black Star, he would not fight without assurance.

And logically speaking.

Travelers in chaos, when seeing a fire somewhere during their journey, wouldn't dare get close.

Like a dog marking its territory by urinating on a charging pile, indicating it's their domain.

If you approach, trespassing into their camp, it's a provocation of their authority, a direct challenge.

How confident are you that you are stronger after entering their camp?

Will they beat you to death?

How many terrifying Ancient Gods will rise within the other party's Divine Country to besiege you?

So.

According to Wales' "Bonfire Forest Law," a bonfire is a coordinate, no one would actively seek trouble by encroaching upon another's territory.

Unless two Divine Countries' actual areas overlap, colliding, and only then do they gradually friction, testing each other's martial strength, initiating a war between two Ancient God factions, involving numerous Multi-Dimensional Worlds.

After all, each world here is equivalent to a planet, right?

These interstellar civilizations, each ruling over countless planets, this set of logic can be borrowed.

"I do not fight battles without assurance; to live here, I must understand the world's rules and live by them," Wales adjusted his glasses.

Black Star, however, was big-hearted: "Since we're preparing for the imperial examination, I should name our Divine Country and us, how about I be the Immortal Dao Ancient God, okay?"

Wales also nodded, "Then I'll be the Mechanical Ancient God."

"You, the Mechanical Ancient God, isn't it a bit too broad, are you sure you won't anger others?" Black Star asked.

"If naming, name the strongest." Wales' eyes were full of icy calm, "Theoretically the strongest aren't light, thunderbolt, and darkness, these common natural phenomena? I'm at best in the second tier only."

The two also began setting up the bonfire.

This bonfire thing is the core production site for torches.

As long as the bonfire isn't extinguished, one can continuously take out lit torches and hang them in distant corridors, constantly expanding the area.

"This torch looks awful."

But Black Star was a person with a sense of ceremony in life, he remodeled the shape of the torch.

1. Red candles hanging from the corridor wall.

2. Red lanterns hanging from the corridor wall.

He sought everyone's opinion, and the red lantern eventually won the vote.

Swish!

A row of grand red lanterns hung high.

Black Star and Wales looked quite satisfied.

Having been out for so long, they finally had a home outside!

No longer on edge, fearing crashing into something unclean, continuing a game of hide and seek...

Then they started arranging furniture, all sorts of gardens, potted plants, thoroughly setting up their Chaotic Immortal Court.

And after all of this, the imperial examination finally concluded.

The rankings emerged.

Minis was accustomed to hiding his prowess, taking the middle road, earning an average rank in the examination.

A voice fell.

"Since we've passed the examination, it's time to leave this world and head to our Immortal Dynasty Divine Country!"

Swish!

Soon everyone was taken beyond the Crystal Wall, into a scene of divine splendor within the chaotic fog, a Divine Country shrouded in the glow of red lanterns.

All around were worlds, observing through surface after surface of Crystal Walls, making them marvel in amazement.

Click!

Click!

Two Wadons were crazily taking pictures of the scenery outside the chaos.

"Hello, audience friends, our civilization continues to stack, heroes charge forward with torches in hand, we've finally reached this day."

Wadon carried the microphone, voice choking with emotion, "Beyond the world, we're finally starting to have close contact with the Ancient Gods!"

"And there's one more thing, have any of you noticed? That National Preceptor is actually called Professor Wales!"

"Could it be that Wales? Is he from Earth?"

His live broadcast, aiming at leadership from Sylph Dark Night Elf Academy on Earth.

Since Sylph left Earth, being brought here, Longevity Seekers at those Umbrella Corporations on Earth have been developing slowly.

Struggling to transition.

"If he is indeed from Earth, then our Earth ancestors have actually become Ancient Gods!"

"Everyone, this isn't impossible! The Mechanical Princess Sylvie is from Earth, Emperor Nokron has intersections with the god of Dream Garment from Earth!"

"In front of us, this legendary strongest talent erupted during the apocalypse, Professor Wales, becoming an Ancient God here early, isn't strange either."

"He might be our ancestor, our backing in the Great Thousand World!"

The present Wadon was intensely excited and had his own little thoughts, saying, "Now, as we've also passed the examination, we might find an opportunity to connect with this National Preceptor, to see if he's from our home planet Earth."