Chen Lun casually placed the music box on Tianyuan.
After a while, its lid opened by itself, and the strange ding-dong melody was heard.
The cat god who was napping under the sacred tree was awakened, and impatience flashed in his eyes.
Fortunately, Chen Lun discovered it in time, otherwise, with Maggie's temper, she would probably tear it down in a hurry.
Chen Lun picked up the music box and turned around to see Maggie giving him a warning look, as if to say, don't set the alarm for me next time.
"Feel sorry."
Chen Lun responded with an apologetic smile and took off his hat in a salute.
After Maggie closed her eyes again, he turned and left.
Walking on the endless plain, Chen Lun held the music box. The little man with a red tie inside saluted him with his chest, raised his head and laughed heartily:
"Your Majesty, the King of Cang Yi, I have recommended you. The Worldly Secret Sect is holding a gathering. If you have time, you may want to go there."
"Yeah, that's fine."
After a moment's hesitation, Chen Lun agreed to the proposal.
"The gathering locations of the members of the Earthly Secret Cult vary, but most of the time they are held deep in the spirit world... The organizer of this gathering is Mr. Lonely Island, who has opened up a special area. The music box will guide you and serve as your admission ticket."
Knight reminded.
"Thanks."
Chen Lun thanked him softly.
The tinkling sound of the music box stopped abruptly, and the little man with the red tie kept saluting.
Click.
Chen Lun closed the lid gently.
The music box in his hand conveyed an invisible message, which seemed to point to a coordinate somewhere in the spiritual world.
As the master of the spiritual world and the fairyland, Chen Lun instantly realized the exact location that was pointed to. With a whoosh, he suddenly disappeared from the spot.
When he reappeared, he had already appeared in the second level of the spiritual world.
In front of me was a hazy deep blue horizon, the swirling mist seemed to be dancing, and there was silence all around.
Chen Lun raised the music box towards the air in front of him.
The next second, the mist twisted, and a square door frame about ten meters high suddenly appeared, with an eyeball-shaped decoration hanging just above the door frame.
Chen Lun frowned slightly and smelled a strange fragrance.
The scent is like a mixture of flowers and musk, with a hint of fishy smell.
[You are affected by a mysterious force and will fall into a state of "bowed smile"...]
[Judging the will...]
[Your willpower is 132 points, judged as a failure! ]
[Mysterious weight determination in progress...]
[Your mysterious weight wins, and the judgment is successful! ]
[Mysterious resistance bonus included...]
[You are immune to this mysterious influence! ]
Chen Lun's eyes were slightly cold.
I was tricked before I even entered the door.
Since he couldn't get past the judgment with his 132 points of willpower, this method must be the power of an angel.
If it weren't for his own terrifying mysterious power and resistance, he would have probably fallen here.
"Ancient God..."
Chen Lun said to himself and walked into the gate.
Wow!
The fog rolled, the gate suddenly disappeared, and everything returned to calm.
When Chen Lun passed through a hazy deep blue vision, what came into view was a dark area.
I could faintly hear the sound of waves lapping against my ears, and the salty sea breeze blew towards me. All around me was the dim and gloomy sky, as if it was the time before nightfall.
Directly in front of us, there is a large round table placed on the clean beach.
There were eight figures of varying sizes sitting at the table.
With Chen Lun's arrival, these figures stopped communicating and turned their heads to look. Even in the dim light, Chen Lun could clearly feel their interested eyes.
"Welcome to this gathering, Your Majesty the King of Cang Yi."
The person who spoke was the huge figure sitting in the main seat.
He was at least four or five meters tall, with a hairless, dark blue head that seemed connected to broad shoulders, and no neck could be seen. In the dim light, his dark blue skin glowed on the surface of his knotted, explosive muscles.
"I am the organizer of this party. Your Majesty can call me 'Mr. Lonely Island'. 'Messenger' Knight Sofitel has already told us about you. I warmly welcome this..."
The burly Mr. Gudao raised his big hand and pointed to an empty seat on his right.
"Please take a seat."
Chen Lun took off his hat and gestured to the crowd.
Immediately, he strode to the table and sat down calmly.
As they got closer, Chen Lun observed all the members through his [Five Senses] without even raising his eyelids.
He was secretly surprised that all the cult members present, without exception, possessed a status higher than that of angels. If he had not been in charge of not returning home, he would probably not be able to see through them at all.
Chen Lun also found an "old acquaintance" among them.
On the third seat from the left sat a man with a bird's head and a human body. Between his dark green feathers, he had a pair of deep black eyes.
"Emerald bird..."
Chen Lun said secretly.
At this time, a tall man wearing a white hat and a white cloak sitting in the second seat to Mr. Gudao's left spoke:
"We also paid attention to the great war that took place in the spirit world a few days ago. His Majesty the King of Cang Yi was completely unscathed in the face of the empire's encirclement and suppression. He even killed the pursuers to pieces. It is truly admirable."
Through the panel prompts, Chen Lun learned that this person's name was "Snow Gentleman".
He felt a chill from this man, and even hearing his voice made him feel cold and uncomfortable.
At this time, the man in the flower hat at another table echoed:
“It’s really admirable.”
Next to him, a skinny figure covered in black leather spoke with a voice as loud as metal:
"You are another poor person who is not recognized and excluded by the world. I sympathize with you, but this is not a refuge for poor people. If you don't get the consent of the majority of members, you have no right to continue sitting here."
Chen Lun looked up and vaguely caught a glimpse of multiple deep eyeballs through the holes in the black leather.
This man's name is "Captain of Thousands".
"So what are the criteria for the 'Midnightly Secrets'?"
Chen Lun leaned back in his chair and spoke calmly.
All the ancient gods started laughing, and the atmosphere was extremely strange for a moment.
“There are no specific standards, but there are two important reference conditions by default.”
A short figure uttered a sharp voice. He was wearing an exaggerated pointed hat that even covered his upper body.
Chen Lun turned his gaze towards him, and the panel indicated that the other party's name was "Hat Boy".
"Either they are beings like us, surviving from the ancient times to the present day, or... they have the strength to have a dialogue with us on an equal footing."
After the hat boy finished speaking, the man in the flowery hat echoed again:
"Ancient existence, equal in strength."
Chen Lun glanced at him. This man was called "The Count of Parrots".
He couldn't help but comment in his mind that the name suits the person.
"I believe that His Majesty the King of Cang Yi is fully qualified and capable of joining. Personally, I fully support it."
Mr. Snow smiled.
Immediately, He changed the subject, with a mocking smile:
"After all, the so-called detection method of 'Ms. Xiao' not only did not play any role, but also set herself on fire. With the powerful position of the King of Cang Yi, what else are you dissatisfied with?"
The crowd laughed even louder.
Sharp, powerful, sonorous and unclear sounds intertwined.
The feeling of entering a monster party became even stronger.
Chen Lun lowered his eyes.
He got a lot of information from Mr. Xue's words.
Apparently, the hanging eyeball ornament and the strange fragrance I smelled when I entered the gate just now were all caused by the "Laughing Lady" she mentioned.
To put it nicely, it is called "testing", but in fact it is just a show of force.
Unfortunately, Chen Lun's power and resistance were too high, so Ms. Xiao failed to gain anything and was attacked by the mythical creature's characteristic "Original Day" and burned by the mythical fire...
“I am convinced.”
A pleasant female voice came.
Chen Lun tilted his head and saw a woman with a charming figure and her face covered in a layer of colorful gauze walking along the beach.
He is wearing a top hat with a lazy chameleon lying on the brim of the hat.
"Your Majesty, the King of Cang Yi, is indeed a figure that even the Trisul Empire cannot defeat. My little tricks are really a bit embarrassing..."
Ms. Xiao pulled out the chair that belonged to Him and slowly sat down.
Then she turned her head and looked at Chen Lun through the gauze with a faint gaze.
"Please don't be angry. This is just the usual welcome ceremony of the Earthly Esoteric Church."
Chen Lun didn't say anything, but just responded with a smile.
"You were attacked by the mythical fire, so you are temporarily absent to treat your injuries... Heh, as expected of an ancient god, it seems that you only suffered minor injuries."
He said secretly.
Mr. Gudao, who was sitting at the main seat, spoke:
"Okay everyone, now that almost everyone is here, why not vote on whether or not you are willing to accept new members..."
He said this and slowly raised his big hand.
"Let me express my opinion first. I agree with His Majesty the King of Cang Yi to join."
"I have nothing to disagree with. The 'Midnightly Secret Order' has had no new members for thousands of years. I am relieved about this."
Mr. Snow was the second to raise his hand, his tone exaggerated.
“I am relieved about that.”
The Count of Parody was the third to raise his hand.
Ms. Xiao was silent for a few seconds, then raised her hand to express her opinion:
"Although His Majesty the Blue-robed King is not eternal, his position of power is rare. I agree to His joining."
So far four people have passed.
With the addition of the vote of the "messenger" Knight Sofitel who recommended the vote, the situation became clear. Of the ten members of the Earthly Secret Cult, this constituted half.
One vote left.
But the other members remained indifferent.
"I don't agree."
At this time, the centurion shrouded in black leather spoke softly.
Everyone turned their gaze and looked over.
"High power does not mean strong strength. Although the King of Cang Yi resisted the siege of the empire, those guys were only demigods at best. Although they were numerous, they were all ants... Anyone present here can replicate their deeds. This is not convincing at all."
The thousand-man commander said in a sonorous voice.
Chen Lun noticed that everyone present was looking at him meaningfully.
"Your Majesty, what do you think is persuasive?"
Chen Lun picked up a cup of tea on the table, took a sip, and then said.
The captain stared at him.
“It’s very simple.”
boom--
There was no idea when the centurion would make his move. A pitch-black stick suddenly appeared in front of Chen Lun. It was so powerful that everything around it was destroyed by the shock wave, and even the space was wrinkled.
Bang!!!
Fortunately, Chen Lun, due to his extremely high position of power, received a warning from his spiritual intuition, and with extreme reaction, he raised the white scepter to block.
The horrific aftermath radiated in all directions.
There were even huge waves on the sea in the distance.
On the beach, except for the captain and Chen Lun, everyone else had disappeared, and even the round table was reduced to dust.
Visible waves tore apart the spiritual world's vision, revealing the deep darkness of the third layer.
Buzz——
The centurion suddenly stopped.
He stood there quietly, his entire body shrouded in black leather, looking like an upright body bag.
"good."
His sonorous voice came out slowly.
"I agree to your joining."
Chen Lun waved his hand and took back the white scepter.
He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, took off his hat and saluted the centurion, and then saluted the ancient gods in the distance.
Next second.
Other members of the Midgard Esoteric Cult reappear nearby.
The tall and thin man named "Xiangshan" stretched out a finger, and a round table and ten chairs reappeared on the beach.
"Captain of the Thousand... Warlike... Stop it... I'm busy."
This person speaks in a halting manner and his tone is slow and strange.
The captain looked at Him and said nothing.
"Since the captain of the thousand men agrees, then it is only natural for His Majesty the King of Cang Yi to join ..."
Everyone sat down again and Mr. Gudao smiled.
"welcome."
"welcome."
The Count of Parody echoed this and applauded.
Mr. Snow and Ms. Laugh expressed their congratulations, but the captain remained silent.
As for Xiangshan, Hat Boy, Kingfisher and the remaining hunchbacked old man "The Scavenger" who had never spoken a word from beginning to end, they were all silent.
After a simple welcome ceremony.
The ancient gods exchanged some secrets. Often, only one of them spoke while the others remained silent. The atmosphere was not as lively as imagined.
Chen Lun listened for a while, then stood up and said goodbye.
"I'm glad to join the 'Mid-World Secret Cult', but I have some personal matters to attend to, so I need to leave for now... I hope I'll have the opportunity to attend another gathering next time."
The members did not try to persuade him to stay. Only Mr. Gudao chuckled and said goodbye to him politely.
Chen Lun held his white cane, held the brim of his hat and nodded slightly to everyone.
Then he turned around and left the beach.
Beside the round table, the ancient gods silently watched his back disappear from the huge door.
After a while, Mr. Xue finally spoke:
"How strong is He? Captain?"
The other members cast their eyes towards the skinny figure wrapped in black leather.
The captain replied calmly:
"His physical fitness is balanced, but he is quite weak overall. Even Ms. Xiao could knock him down with one hand... In that blow just now, his body was shattered twelve times by me, but I don't know how he recovered. Well, he can barely reach the angel level of combat power, but considering his status, he is indeed qualified to join us."
"Weak."
The Count of Parody repeated it.
But the commander kept silent.
That is, He Himself was actually injured...
This kind of injury came very strangely, as if at the moment of the fight, the injury suffered by the opponent was transferred to me exactly.
The captain guessed that the reason why the King of Cang Yi was able to do this was because of his extremely high power.
Mr. Gudao smiled and said:
"The King of Blue Clothes is of human origin, unlike us, so it is understandable that he is a little weak... But he is growing very fast, so he is worth winning over."
"It is precisely because He is of human origin that I disagree."
On the other side, a emerald bird with a human body and a bird's head, dressed in a retro dress, spoke.
His sharp beak opened and closed, uttering words of contempt.
"And really, this is just a demigod of fate..."
"I remember you suffered at His hands?"
The hat boy's thin body was squatting on a chair, with the huge hat covering his upper body swinging, facing the emerald bird.
"Yes, I can testify that He was so frightened by Oscar Allending's reputation that His feathers fell to the ground."
Mr. Snow added.
"The feathers were all over the floor."
repeated the Count of Parrot.
The Emerald Bird snorted fiercely, without refutation, it stood up and turned into a green light and disappeared.
The ancient gods laughed again.
…
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…
Chen Lun walked out of the gate and returned to the second level of the spiritual world.
Standing in the mist, dense cracks appeared on his face instantly, and in the blink of an eye, they returned to their original state...
After standing for a while, Chen Lun finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Looking back at the disappearing door, his face looked solemn.
"Compared to the strong ones in the eternal existence, there is still a clear gap between me and them..."
I just had a brief exchange of moves with the centurion commander, and it seemed like we were evenly matched.
In fact, the opponent's stick directly smashed his body into pieces!
I don’t know what kind of authority the centurion possessed, but that simple blow was so powerful that it even destroyed his body through the shock of the white scepter.
If he hadn't stored up a huge amount of life energy, he would have turned into nothingness on the spot.
Even so, Chen Lun had to sacrifice nearly 400,000 life points to recover his body... He did not dare to show his fear at the time and still chose to sit at the table and listen for a while.
In those short ten minutes, the hidden power of the centurion continued to erode and destroy his body. Chen Lun blocked the pain, pretended nothing happened, and consumed more than 200,000 health reserves, which completely offset the power of the stick.
However, relying on the authority of No Return to bless his position in the spirit world, as well as his own original high-ranking status, he used the magic skill "Damage Transfer" that had long since evolved into a mythical level to make the centurion eat his own stick.
I guess the other party is not feeling well either.
"The Midgard Cult, these ancient gods are simply unreliable."
Chen Lun shook his head, looking disappointed.
These ancient beings were quite indifferent to him.
Chen Lun could even sense a hint of malice from them... Even those ancient gods who agreed to let him join the cult and welcomed him actually harbored malice, but it was not obvious.
Among them was the organizer of this rally, Mr. Gudao.
"They can't possibly be a help, and they might even cause trouble at a critical moment..."
Chen Lun thought to himself.
He gave up the idea of ​​continuing to contact this group of ancient gods, took a step forward, and planned to teleport directly back to the old spiritual world.
But at this moment.
A figure slowly walked out of the fog.
Chen Lun looked carefully and saw a dark-skinned man in a white suit and red tie walking up to him.
There was a hearty smile on the other person's face.
"It seems that His Majesty the King of Cang Yi is not satisfied with this gathering?"
Nat Sofitel said softly.
"Just a little disappointed, that's all."
Chen Lun answered calmly.
Knight was neither surprised nor angry. Instead, he smiled even more.
"What a pity! It seems that the 'Midnightly Secret Religion' cannot help you..."
He changed the subject and raised one hand.
"But I admire the demeanor of His Majesty the King of Cang Yi, and I am willing to provide you with another suggestion."
"Um?"
Chen Lun frowned slightly.
He always felt that this guy had bad intentions.
"You can try praying to the 'Great Being'. He is omnipotent and will surely help you solve all your problems."
Chen Lun's heart skipped a beat.
Knight continued in a fanatical tone:
“He is the azure holy flame floating at the end of the world, the Supreme Dancer, the Lord of the Great Sanctuary—the Fire of Redemption!”
Chen Lun's pupils shrank.
He knew this God.
To be precise, he already knew it in his previous life.
Because the "Fire of Redemption" is the highest belief of the Azure Federation in the real world, and it is also the only belief...
Federal scientists, top talents from all walks of life, official politicians, chaebol directors and wealthy people in the upper class of society are all members of the "Azure Holy Church"!
In Chen Lun's opinion, the people in the Federation who are qualified to join the Azure Holy Church are definitely the social elites... This religion is quite peculiar. Not only is it not superstitious, but it is also quite scientific.
Furthermore, the Holy Church is fair and honest, and members call each other brothers and sisters, and they all fight for a lofty goal—
Go to the kingdom of their Lord, the azure holy flame, the fire of salvation!
Because the prophecy states that a world-destroying disaster will befall the Azure Planet, and only by going to the Kingdom of the Lord and entering that great sanctuary can one be spared and human civilization can continue.
Therefore, the Azure Holy Church spares no effort to develop technology so that in the future it can ride on space vehicles, fly to the Lord's side, and dance with the fire of salvation in the Kingdom of God.
The Federation’s face is changing with each passing day, but that’s just an appearance.
"But the gods in reality also exist here?!"
Chen Lun couldn't help but take a deep breath.