In Demonic City, at the Fang Clan's manor.
Chests and chests of gold were being shipped over and casually left on the ground. They emitted a piercing glow under the sunlight.
The surrounding guards looked at the overwhelming number of gold bars with greed and yearning shining out from the eyes of every one of them.
However, no one dared to take any action. No one was foolish enough to dare to try something funny right in front of Fang Xingjian.
Tyrant walked amongst the gold bars, absorbing them incessantly using the Gates of the Netherworld.
There were not as many heavenly and earthly treasures on Earth as there were in Miracle World, and technological devices were practically useless after being brought to Miracle World.
So, the only thing that Fang Xingjian could think of bringing back from Earth was gold.
After all, the Empire was also using gold as a currency. Gold was of great value regardless of the location.
While watching Tyrant store the many chests of gold, Fang Xingjian inhaled and asked, "Has the ether particles density grown stronger?"
This was something he had discovered after coming out from his training in seclusion. Ever since he returned to Demonic City, Fang Xingjian noticed that the density of ether particles throughout Demonic City was over several ten times more than what it had been before. This was causing the ether particles domain across all of Earth to continue expanding.
Fang Yuehe nodded and said, "That's right. Based on the reports from Miracle World, all of Miracle World went through a metamorphosis three months ago, and the density of ether particles has grown tremendously since then. The amount of diabolic energy present has also continued to increase.
"Regardless of whether they were Knights, magic prints Warriors, or Mages... everyone's cultivation speed has gotten increasingly faster."
"To think that there's such a thing?" Fang Xingjian said. Then he thought, 'Could it be related to the seventh onslaught?'
Fang Xingjian went on to ask, "Do you know about the seventh onslaught?"
Fang Yuehe was stunned and asked in return, "What seventh onslaught?"
Shaking his head, Fang Xingjian did not ask any further. It was because there was no way that the people on Earth could cultivate the path of Knights. Moreover, magic prints were affiliated to the evil gods and would be targeted by the Church of Universal Truth.
Therefore, even after so long, the people from Earth did not understand much of Miracle World, and most of the knowledge they had came from the Mage Association.
Thinking of the Mage Association, Fang Xingjian asked again, "Haven't the other two Divine level experts appeared yet? What about the Mage Association?"
Fang Yuehe replied, "They haven’t appeared. It's as if they have disappeared. As for the Mage Association, they're treating as if nothing has happened. However, Xingchen got someone to pass along a message."
"What is it?" Fang Xingjian did not harbor any ill intent against his younger cousin. After all, back when he was in the Fang Clan, Fang Xingchen had only been four years old and there had been no feuds between them.
However, now that Fang Xingjian had killed his parents, there was no way that Fang Xingchen could let him off. Fang Xingjian would not let Fang Xingchen do as he wished either. Therefore, the battle between them was inevitable.
Fang Yuehe said, "Xingchen said that within three years, he'll personally come to settle his feud with you."
Fang Xingjian did not think too much of this. With Fang Xingchen's age, even with three years of cultivation, it was impossible for Fang Xingchen to be a match for him.
He said, "I'll be leaving Demonic City. Therefore, I plan to leave a stream of sword intent on you. Firstly, it’s so that it can protect you. Secondly, if anything were to befall on you, I'll be able to find out any time."
Fang Yuehe nodded. "That's how it should be." Of course, Fang Yuehe greatest hope was that Fang Xingjian would not leave. Only then would both Demonic City and the Fang Clan be safe without any worries. However, Fang Yuehe was also aware that Fang Xingjian's aspirations were not with the Fang Clan and that it would be impossible to persuade him to stay. Therefore, Fang Yuehe chose to show his full support.
Level 29 experts were already be able to turn their martial will into various forms, leaving them on someone else. So, this was of course, not an issue for Fang Xingjian, who was a Demigod who had attained two tiers of perfection. Additionally, as martial will transmitted information at a speed close to the speed of light, once the sword intent was crushed by someone, Fang Xingjian would be able to sense it immediately.
Fang Xingjian tapped out a finger on Fang Yuehe's forehead, and an unusually sharp sword intent gushed out, surging into the depths of Fang Yuehe's consciousness.
Then Tyrant walked over from the other side and said, "The Gates of the Netherworld is fully filled with gold. Shall we get going?" His tone seemed to be slightly astonished and agitated.
The amount of gold Fang Xingjian had told him to bring along was over 500 tons. That wealth was comparable to a country's. In Miracle World, this amount of gold was sufficient for a country's expenditure. It could be said that for Fang Xingjian's future cultivation, he no longer need to worry about money.
Fang Xingjian could only have so much wealth because he was unrivalled on Earth and had taken control over the Fang Clan, the Despot's Onassis Clan, and the Thunder Monarch's Ford Clan.
Having spent this period of time on Earth, Tyrant had already noticed the differences between Earth and Miracle World. These were two different worlds. However, he had not negative feelings toward this.
After all, the evil gods he placed his beliefs in did not belong to Miracle World begin with. The many onslaughts Miracle World had experienced were all from fighting against people from other worlds.
Mages were better able to accept situations like these.
Fang Xingjian nodded. "Let's go."
At the next moment, both silhouettes completely disappeared, leaving Fang Yuehe standing there in a daze. In the end, Fang Yuehe let out a long sigh.
'This time around, the Federation has suffered great casualties, and the project for cloning magic prints Warriors has been approved by all council members.'
Fang Xingjian's appearance had completely crushed the Federation's prestige this time, which also let them understand the difference in power between Earth and Miracle World.
Facing such a great difference, the magic prints Warrior cloning project which had been repeatedly put on hold previously was now fully activated. Simultaneously, they also went ahead with the space colonization project and the superhuman project. A total of three major projects were now ongoing at once.
The whole Earth was like a super motor which had been activated at full speed in order to shorten the gap in power they had with Miracle World.
Fang Yuehe had told this to Fang Xingjian previously, but the latter showed no interest in this.
However, Fang Yuehe himself clearly understood the value behind it. He knew that history was headed toward a brand new juncture.
'After experiencing a tremendous amount of pain firsthand, all of the Federation's upper echelon have now experienced a strong sense of danger. This time around, the person who came had been Fang Xingjian. What if some other Divine level experts were to come next time? All of Earth's military power will likely be improving at a rapid rate for the next over ten years or even several decades.
'And if the Fang Clan wishes to continue to remain at the very top, we must lead the trend.'
Fang Yuehe was not thinking of going against Fang Xingjian. It was just that after knowing the changes in the Earth's trends, he hoped to get a share of the profit as well as continue to maintain his position in the Fang Clan.
Just then, Fang Yuehe's cellphone rang. He picked it up, "Hello, this is Fang Yuehe.
"You mean the back of the moon?
"I'll be right there."
Putting aside Earth's developments, two men had suddenly appeared on the shores of Miracle World’s Western Sea, and they were emitting streams of white light from their bodies. Their long hair looked just like burning white flames.
Tyrant put his hands across his chest, took in a deep breath, and then said, "It's really true. The ether particles density is very high." After saying that, he lifted his palm and gray light burst forth, turning into a huge ball of light.
"The density of diabolic energy has also gotten higher. Right now, it's very convenient to borrow the powers of the evil gods from beyond the heavens."
Beside him, Fang Xingjian asked, "Is it because of the seventh onslaught?"
"It should be."
Just then, nine figures suddenly charged over from all directions, surrounding the two of them.
Tyrant put his hand out to stop Fang Xingjian. He smiled and said, "Leave it to me."