CHAPTER 125: CHAPTER 124: THE PROTOTYPE OF UNDERWORLD BELIEF

It must be said, Shaq’s efficiency is incredibly high; as soon as Lu Yan arrived at the airport, he received his identification and a passport.

However, these documents were all forged by Shaq using the influence of his city councilor status, and they had no connection to Lu Yan’s real identity in the Eastern Federation.

Moreover, within the identification, Shaq thoughtfully prepared a phone, an Eastern Federation SIM card, a bank card, and some cash.

Seeing Shaq’s thorough considerations, Lu Yan nodded in praise.

"Nice job!"

Shaq immediately displayed a smile, responding respectfully.

"The flight will begin check-in in ten minutes; you’re welcome to prepare for boarding. Have a pleasant journey in the Eastern Federation."

Lu Yan thought that if the cyber version of Shaq was a gambler and speculator, then the urban version of Shaq was more like a businessman who clearly understood his positioning.

Shaq had purchased a first-class ticket, and under the guidance of a stewardess, Lu Yan took his seat.

From the United States to the Eastern Federation takes more than ten hours, so Lu Yan could not just sit idly; he decided to secretly take out his shrunken Soul Banner and keep it close.

The temperature in the first-class cabin quietly dropped a few degrees.

With his eyes slightly closed, Lu Yan appeared to be resting, but in reality, his mind was already immersed in the Soul Banner.

After successfully containing the Soul Continent, the entire Soul Banner underwent an earth-shattering transformation.

First was the rank of the Soul Banner; even though it barely contained the Soul Continent without any refinement, it directly elevated the Soul Banner from its original Top-Grade Magical Artifact rank to a level infinitely close to a treasure.

As long as Lu Yan refines two hundred more fierce spirits, he can effortlessly elevate the Soul Banner to the level of the Thousand Souls Banner, comparable to a treasure.

Then there were changes inside the Soul Banner.

Originally, the Soul Banner could accommodate resentful and fierce spirits, mostly using the banner’s surface; the most direct manifestation was that all fierce spirits within the Soul Banner would appear on the banner’s surface.

It is said that when a Soul Banner reaches the level of a Thousand Souls Banner, it can open up a Yin Soul Space, allowing fierce spirits to move around inside.

But the size of the Yin Soul Space is typically very limited, with a newly promoted Thousand Souls Banner’s Yin Soul Space only barely able to accommodate resentful and fierce spirits, probably comparable in size to a Slave Transport Ship.

However, for Lu Yan, who had just contained the Soul Continent, there was no longer this restriction.

At this moment, the inside of Lu Yan’s Soul Banner could no longer be called a Yin Soul Space.

The whole Soul Continent, with a radius of eight hundred miles, was contained within the Soul Banner, including the world barrier cut by the Heavenly Dao Code, which forcibly propped up a small realm within the Soul Banner!

Although this small realm can only accommodate souls, it is absolutely sufficient for the Soul Banner; even stuffing in tens of millions of souls at once would not be a problem.

As soon as Lu Yan’s mind immersed in the Soul Banner, he could see fierce spirits frantically running around the small realm.

Each fierce spirit had a mass of ghost mist swirling behind it, and under the guidance of the fierce spirits, the ghost mist gradually spread throughout the small realm.

But the heavy-looking ghost mist only dissipated quickly after spreading a few miles, leaving the fierce spirits no choice but to turn back and guide the ghost mist to spread again.

"There’s still too little ghost mist!"

Lu Yan couldn’t help but sigh in his heart.

Most of the ghost mist accumulated from slaughtering over ten thousand zombies in the Apocalypse Version was used to sustain the fierce spirits, and even if all the remaining ghost mist was thrown into the small realm, it still couldn’t envelop the entire small realm with a radius of eight hundred miles.

Without enough ghost mist spreading throughout the entire small realm, Lu Yan couldn’t even refine this small realm.

This is currently the most troublesome issue for Lu Yan.

The most stable solution now is to wait for another Apocalypse Version to slaughter zombies, accumulate ghost mist, and harvest wandering souls.

With Lu Yan’s current strength, cleaning up a few city ruins is definitely not a problem; by then, the ghost mist and wandering souls harvested from millions of zombies would be enough to refine the small realm and push the Soul Banner to a new peak.

But the biggest problem is that waiting for the next Apocalypse Version is too unstable.

After several version updates, over a dozen different versions have appeared, and the number of remaining versions that have yet to appear is unknown.

Selecting one version from so many is practically a slim chance.

If lucky, the next version update will select it; if unlucky, even after several subsequent version updates, it won’t be possible to obtain enough ghost mist to refine the small realm, which is quite a headache for Lu Yan.

As for mercilessly killing to gather ghost mist souls in the urban version?

Let alone whether he can overcome the hurdle of the Heart Demon, the urban version’s military is not to be trifled with.

Moreover, the urban version is connected to many versions, whether Eastern or Western, all within the framework of the urban version. Killing someone today might lead to some great powers implementing celestial justice in the next version; Lu Yan wouldn’t dare take this risk.

Especially after realizing the existence of the only strong one in this world, engaging in wanton killing in a low-level version becomes even riskier, because it means you can never rely on crossing versions to kill everyone.

The more you kill, the greater the risk in the next version.

"Perhaps, I need to explore a different path?"

Lu Yan pondered, gathering his mind to the Soul Banner outside the small realm.

Feeling in detail, wisps of Incense Power started emanating from the Soul Banner, and with his mind immersed in the Incense Power, Lu Yan could even hear some prayers.

"Please bless my business through this crisis!"

"I pray for your blessings!"

"You have saved me; my soul shall forever belong to you!"

...

Listening to these chaotic prayers, Lu Yan couldn’t help but reveal a somewhat peculiar expression.

In the cyber version, Lu Yan, to set a trap for the Intelligent God, specifically set up an underworld loan platform, providing soul loans to some unfortunate individuals entering the Heaven Computation Center, facilitating fierce spirits’ smuggling into the Soul World.

At that time, in order to make the soul loan more believable, Lu Yan even crafted a soul contract, one condition of which was to worship the Soul Banner totem day and night.

Lu Yan didn’t think much of it at the time, but after the Heaven Computation Center closed, those eight hundred soul loan lucky ones congregated to confirm the authenticity of the soul loan.

Unexposed to soul computational pressure, they began to devoutly worship the Soul Banner totem day and night, and heavily marketed the underworld loan platform, claiming to be the eight hundred Saints chosen by the underworld loan platform.

Others, hearing this legendary story, also began to imitate them and worship the Soul Banner.

Initially, the number was small, so it didn’t bring significant changes to Lu Yan.

But as more people became aware, those who worshiped the Soul Banner gradually increased, with the accumulated Incense Power even assisting Lu Yan in capturing the Soul Continent.

In that oppressive and frenzied cyber world, what could be considered a miraculous soul loan became a spiritual pillar for many.

At that time, Lu Yan was focused on capturing the Soul Continent and didn’t pay much attention, until after completing the containment of the Soul Continent, he suddenly realized that the propagation requirement for crafting Merit Treasure was unknowingly more than halfway fulfilled.