After leaving that remark, Flores Wanda, the sect master, waved his sleeve and departed without a trace, leaving his subordinates and collaborators to stare at each other.
Anyway, as a cult boss, although Sect Master Wanda had the face of a golden-medal, older-brother-type gigolo, he truly embodied the characteristics of mysticism very authentically.
No matter what, mysticism is indeed a trait that perfectly aligns with the promising profession of a cult leader. His subordinates, of course, had long been accustomed to this.
However, his collaborators completely disagreed. As soon as Sect Master Wanda left, the Lumina people Present immediately expressed their dissatisfaction in front of the Wanling Sect's high-ranking officials.
"What is this? Does he think we are his subordinates too?"
"Such pretentious behavior can only fool you weak-minded humans; don't even think about deceiving the children of the sky god!"
"Don't forget, humans, you are merely outsiders! This Sero Ancient City, this Sero Great Forest, this planet, all belong to the sky god and the Lumina people! Remember, it was us who sheltered you!"
Although this loose alliance had always seemed to be dominated by Sect Master Wanda, the Lumina people far outnumbered humans, both at the scene and throughout the entire Sero Ancient City.
Despite their smaller numbers, the few Wanling Sect leaders Present were not to be trifled with, watching their angry "allies" with sneers.
"Lord Yan, does this represent your stance, and the stance of the Lumina Rebels' soldiers?" someone asked.
The old Lumina man referred to as "Lord Yan" was the oldest person Present, considered the most senior anti-establishment figure, and various rebel groups would show him some deference. He wasn't a leader of any alliance, but he could certainly be called a highly respected elder in the world of rebellion.
The old Lumina man stroked his chin and said, "This is not a stance, but merely represents everyone's emotions. In any case, we are all forest rats hiding in the same cave now, needing to huddle together for warmth, and needing to express sincerity! Everyone, the Lumina people's insurgents have already shown enough sincerity. With victory in sight, we also hope Mr. Wanda can understand everyone's feelings!"
The Lumina people are a free-spirited race, very willing to express their emotions frankly. For someone like Lord Yan to speak so circuitously, he was already one of the most eloquent among the rebel leaders.
In short, perhaps because there was finally a steady and experienced person Present, or perhaps the Lumina people also knew that although the cultists here were few in number, there were still several masters among them. Although the atmosphere was not very friendly, it at least remained at the "what are you looking at" stage. As long as no one made a move, it meant they were still comrades-in-arms cooperating sincerely.
Ke'ermo remained in his seat, trying to hide himself in the shadows. This way, his playful gaze would not be seen by others.
"See? This is why you have no future! First, you cooperate with a cult, and then, just as you see a slight possibility of success, you start infighting! How can the future of the Lumina people be entrusted to your hands! The future Lumina people do not need the sky god, do not need these so-called collaborators. Likewise, they do not need you."
Ke'ermo walked along the corner of the stargazing tower to the door and left the oppressive scene directly.
Many people noticed his movement, and like guided migratory birds, they all rose and left.
And so, this military meeting, which was convened because of a victory and should have been a triumphant and unifying gathering, ended in discord.
Meanwhile, Sect Master Wanda, who theoretically caused all of this, had already returned to his private meditation room.
This was originally the independent meditation room of one of the most famous ancient kings of the Lumina people, the ruler of this Sero Ancient City. Now, however, it had been completely and naturally occupied by Flores Wanda, who had also installed numerous mystical defense facilities, high-tech equipment, and so on.
This was probably one of the reasons for the Lumina people's dissatisfaction with Sect Master Wanda.
However, he was completely unconcerned about it.
At this moment, he had also received news of the argument between the two sides after his departure, but he still didn't take it to heart.
The Lumina Rebels were his collaborators, but only collaborators who mutually exploited each other. Both sides were well aware of this. They would, of course, try their best to avoid their cooperative relationship ending in an awkward way. But similarly, they were also prepared to turn hostile.
Compared to the trust of these unreliable allies, communication from the higher organization was far more important.
Flores Wanda knew this too well. He knew that the mysterious organization he belonged to had been hidden in the shadows of history for countless centuries. Although he was considered an old member and cadre of the organization, and even had his own "codename," he could still only see the tip of the iceberg.
The organization he belonged to had a very loose structure, rarely bossed its members around, and almost never assigned any suicidal missions. It was more like a clandestine club for troublemakers. But the more it was like this, the less Wanda dared to be negligent.
He was well aware that his current status, besides his own efforts, was also due to the historical process created for him by the organization!
While pondering, Sect Master Wanda opened the communication terminal in the meditation room and accessed the encrypted telegram.
In this stone room, filled with rugged ancient charm, a holographic figure immediately appeared.
It was a self-standing race with smooth, sky-blue skin, a slightly more slender physique than the sect master, with eyes much deeper in color than the deep sea, and very flat facial features.
This was a Minlan person.
"All things have spirits!" The Minlan person, in a playful tone, made a Wanling Sect prayer gesture towards Wanda. However, Minlan people have six fingers, with four joints on each finger.
Flores Wanda rolled his eyes without concealment, showing an expression as if he were forced to swallow a fly, and said in a high-pitched voice, "All spirits are void, all things are real, truth is one!"
"The true nature of truth..." The Minlan person also changed his posture, letting his expression deepen, and added in a ritualistic voice.
"It's all a circle!" they both said in unison.
They paused, then said, "The will of the snake!"
After completing this set of commands, full of cult ritualism, both the Minlan person and the cult leader's expressions were a bit stiff. If it weren't just the two of them Present, they would probably have buried their heads in their stomachs by now.
"Why does our organization, which has a great history and sense of mission, a noble organization that has been passed down through the development of the entire universe's civilization, have such a command?" Sect Master Wanda asked.
He certainly wasn't expecting the other party to answer, but was simply sighing. If he had any dissatisfaction with the current organization, this was probably the most dissatisfying aspect.
"You'll have to ask the organization's ancestors about that. Why didn't you ask clearly when you joined?" The Minlan person sneered. Before the other party could retort, he immediately said, "Is your progress over there going smoothly?"
"Everything is going smoothly!" Wanda said.
These two were indeed rivals, but since the Minlan person was, after all, a representative of the organization, Wanda didn't want to cause any trouble and explained seriously, "Count Salwen's legacy left in the Luna Star System is ultimately just a conjecture. Currently, through his notes, what we can confirm is the treasure vault he built in the Void Realm using the original mystical power of this Sero Ancient City. What's in the vault is unknown, but there indeed exists a Ten-Headed Spirit Beast that has lived for at least ten million years. The Diviner Lady has confirmed this."
The Minlan person nodded. He was already aware of this information, but he hadn't understood it that clearly.
"According to her speculation, the reason why the Lumina people have been able to feel the existence of their so-called sky god more clearly over the past century should be precisely the will of that Void Realm entity. For us, this powerful and rare spirit beast is, of course, one of the treasures."
The Minlan person nodded: "If Lady Strife is to break through to the eighth ring, the core of the Ten-Headed Spirit Beast is indeed one of the best materials."
"However, this ancient Void Realm demon beast, which has survived since ancient times, is not something my subordinates and I can confront head-on."
I'm not you; my seniority and connections can't compare, so I can't request the help of the organization's high-end combat power. Sect Master Wanda was very jealous and angry, but he still had to maintain a smile.
"Fortunately, if Count Salwen could control it back then through the large-scale will formation of the Proca configuration and several treasures left by the Enlightener, then so can I."
"Oh, so that's why your subordinates did those good deeds in Big Apple City on Earth!" The Minlan person chuckled.
"The Proca configuration's will array is very complex, and with such a large-scale operation involved, the difficulty increases geometrically. If I didn't try it myself, how would I dare?" The sect master said in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Very good, very vibrant." The Minlan person said in a flat tone. It was hard to tell whether he was being sarcastic or complimentary.
"But didn't you fail?"
"I succeeded. The formation was artificially destroyed and failed while it was running! But it had indeed operated perfectly, and the entire Big Apple City was within its range of effect. In just two or three hours, at least over a million people were affected! If it had continued, it could have affected even more people! Such a scale is already sufficient to cope."
"But you did fail!" The Minlan person repeated.
Sect Master Wanda didn't want to talk anymore.
"The sect you have managed for so long went directly from being a respected guest in high society to a cult reviled by everyone. Because of this, you even used a precious ancient intelligent core to set up such a trap, allowing Francis Morey to fall into it automatically and cause an even bigger incident! Was this for revenge? But, besides making the Commonwealth look foolish in front of the All-Galaxy, what practical significance did it have? Or did you think this could create trouble for the Commonwealth and buy yourself time... But didn't you still fail?"
Sect Master Wanda no longer met the other's gaze, and wearily pressed his temples.
In the eyes of his subordinates and followers, their sect master was a powerful, mysterious, and wise mentor, as if the embodiment of the universe spirit's will. However, in front of the mysterious organization's representative, in front of this Minlan person, he could only humble himself and accept instruction.
This was probably why he had to stay alone in the sealed meditation room.
"Flores, Flores Wanda, our Reverend Sir, you seem to have truly forgotten the responsibility that your title represents, haven't you? Your duty is not to search for treasure, nor to stir up trouble! Our snake needs many heads! When you're not told to bite, you must close your mouth and coil your body. Why don't you understand such a simple principle?"
The sect master lowered his head, still listening to the other's words like a primary school student, bowing respectfully.
"Count Salwen's greatest legacy to us isn't these jars and bottles buried on Lumina Planet, but those hot-blooded little animals! However, without our Little Queen, those hot-blooded little animals are just beasts, not true armies. You also know that the Little Queen has been missing for a long time. We believe she will appear; that's why Lord Future personally ordered you to wait here for her!"
The Minlan person paused, a hint of solemnity flashing across his face: "But our Little Queen still hasn't appeared. We've arranged people in all the places she should appear, but she hasn't shown up... Thinking about it, Flores, don't you feel a chill down your spine?"
No, I don't, and you Minlan people are cold-blooded, so what do you know about feeling a chill? Sect Master Wanda thought.
"What's more, so far, all your plans have been inexplicably disrupted, and you've ended up in this current predicament. What exactly happened in all of this? Haven't you thought about it at all? Flores, for this period, Lady Luck probably hasn't been on your side."
Flores Wanda had to admit that what the other party said was indeed reasonable.
However, he also knew that if everything could be chosen to be done or not done based on these "reasons," then the world would have been at peace long ago.
"We have already found all the psionic treasures that Count Salwen used before. I have tested all their psionic reactions, and they are exactly as described in the notes. According to the composition of the Proca Arrayology, the fusion of these treasures' psionic reactions can indeed add attributes of dominance and spiritual suppression to the will formation domain... Such an opportunity is once in a thousand years!"
Wanda looked up again, meeting the Minlan person's gaze directly. The latter sighed silently in his heart and stopped speaking.
"Well then, that's it." Sect Master Wanda said.
"I can only say, good luck." The Minlan person said.
Wanda looked deeply at his old rival in the organization and silently closed the communication.
And at the same time, in a corner of a giant star system with magnetic field disturbances in the Far Shore Nebula, on a small spaceship, the Minlan person also closed his communication terminal.
He rubbed his bald blue forehead—a gesture Minlan people use to clear their brain nerves, equivalent to humans pressing their temples—and then patted another communication device that was still operating beside him, saying to the other holographic figures floating there: "See? I told you long ago, people with achievements, people with teams, people with power, the more they bear the hopes of more people, the more easily they are kidnapped by these hopes. How can such people have their minds swayed by words! Besides, I already have a grudge with little brother Flores, why did you make me come?"
The projections looked at each other, not speaking, one of them even letting out a sneer.
Immediately after, everyone burst into laughter.
Suddenly, the narrow and oppressive cabin space was filled with much joyful emotion.
The book club group exploded, hahaha. So the new book club group is 887291431.
