Chapter 527 - 323: The Military God’s Edict, the One-Year Death Trap (Part 2)

Han Feng listened from the side, nodding to himself.

’This Ye Jinghong catches on quick. He’s already figured out the core logic of this system: Krypton Gold.’

"Also, there’s one more thing."

Ye Jinghong suddenly looked toward a member of the Red Armored Elite sitting to his left. The man’s codename was "Old Qi." He was an expert with the saber and had shown the most fanatical faith during the earlier prayer.

"Old Qi, step forward."

"Yes, sir!"

The burly man immediately rose and walked to the center of the command tent.

Ye Jinghong raised his right hand and pointed his index finger from across the room.

VMMM!

A crimson-gold stream of light shot from his fingertip, vanishing into the center of Old Qi’s forehead in an instant.

Old Qi’s body shuddered and his eyes flew wide open. A golden aura immediately erupted from him.

His Cultivation had only been at the Enlightenment Realm Peak, but now he was showing faint signs of a breakthrough. The aura he radiated had become incredibly sharp.

"This is..."

Old Qi stared at his hands in disbelief. "General, I feel like my Saber Intent... it’s at least twice as strong!

And there’s a new power inside me. It feels like I can borrow your divine might with just a thought!"

"Try it," Ye Jinghong said flatly.

Old Qi didn’t hesitate. He drew the Battle Saber from his waist and slashed violently through the air.

"Slash!"

He didn’t use much True Qi, but the blade left a faint golden afterimage as it passed, and the air cracked with a sharp bang.

The force of that blow was already approaching a full-power strike from a Weak Grandmaster.

"Divine Skill: Military Decree."

Ye Jinghong lowered his hand, his face a shade paler. Clearly, that single gesture had cost him.

"For my devout followers, I can expend Divine Power to bestow a temporary blessing of Divine Techniques, turning them into a ’Divine General’.

As long as the Divine Realm stands, this blessing will remain."

A series of sharp gasps echoed through the command tent.

Gu Jian and the others’ eyes went red with envy.

That wasn’t just a Divine Skill; it was a cheat for mass-producing experts!

The thirteen of them had been roughly equal in strength, but after Old Qi was empowered by that single touch, his combat prowess had skyrocketed.

On the battlefield, that extra thirty percent of combat power would be enough to decide life and death.

"Don’t celebrate just yet."

Ye Jinghong poured cold water on their excitement. "Using it just once consumed a third of all the Power of Faith I’ve accumulated tonight.

If we want to apply this to everyone, our current reserves are nowhere near enough."

The excitement that had just flared up in the men died down just as quickly.

In the end, it all came down to resources.

They were short on cash.

"Therefore, we have only one mission."

Ye Jinghong rapped his knuckles on the table, his gaze turning sharp. "First thing tomorrow morning, you will advance outward in squads.

I don’t just want maps, I want resources!

Any ore or vegetation that has a Spiritual Qi signature, even offerings from the altars of native tribes—bring it all back!"

"Yes, sir!"

The men roared their assent in unison, their eyes glinting with greed.

To grow stronger, to survive—this group of professional soldiers had no problem playing the part of bandits.

"Alright, dismiss. Gu Jian, take some men and arrange the watch shifts. Make sure there’s no trouble on the perimeter of the Divine Realm."

"Yes, sir!"

With a clatter of armor plates, Gu Jian led the twelve elites out of the command tent.

In the vast Space, only Ye Jinghong and Han Feng were left.

The moment the last man left, Ye Jinghong, who had been the picture of authority just a second before, let his straight posture slump slightly.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose, an unconcealable exhaustion showing on his face.

"Advisor Han, I asked you to stay behind because I have some bad news I must share."

Ye Jinghong stopped rubbing his brow and looked up.

His eyes, which should have been full of Divine radiance, now revealed a profound exhaustion and even a trace of desperately suppressed... fear.

"Bad news?"

Han Feng raised an eyebrow. He pulled a chair over and sat down, his posture relaxed.

"Spiritual Contamination from the mixed faiths?"

"Far more serious than that."

Ye Jinghong gave a bitter laugh and reached for the cup of water on the table, his fingertips trembling almost imperceptibly.

"Advisor Han, you said earlier that this Dragon Abyss World has its own rules, and we’re just using them to survive, correct?"

"That’s right."

"But I just connected to the rules of this land, and I received a warning from the rules themselves."

Ye Jinghong took a large gulp of water. The cold liquid rolling down his throat seemed to calm him slightly.

"This world... it’s rejecting me."

Han Feng’s gaze sharpened. "Rejecting you?

But the Divine Realm has already been established, hasn’t it?

I saw those bizarre creatures outside running for their lives."

"Not that kind of rejection."

Ye Jinghong pointed upward. "It’s rejection from the world’s Will. The rules of this land have changed. They’ve become extremely aggressive and malicious."

"It allows Foreigners to become Gods, but this ’permission’ comes with a fatal deadline."

He held up one finger, his tone chilling.

"One year."

"All New Gods born after the Dragon Abyss upheaval, especially Foreigners like me, must elevate their Divine Format to Tier Five within one year.

To be safe, we’d probably need to reach the mid-to-late stages of Tier Five."

"Otherwise, the world’s rules will directly erase any Divine that is unqualified, turning its Divine Soul Origin into nourishment to be fed back into this world."

Han Feng’s fingers, which were resting on the armrest, froze.

’Tier Five?’

’That’s the level of a Celestial Human Realm Grandmaster.’

’Right now, even with the Power of Faith from five thousand people, Ye Jinghong is at the Tier Four Early Stage at best. And that’s an inflated level.’

’To cross an entire major realm and reach Tier Five in just one year?’

’That’s like asking a toddler who just learned to walk to run as fast as an Olympic champion within a year.’