Chapter 445 Getting on the Right Track

The screen is filled with dense data and charts.

“Three years,” Sun Jiuchou’s voice rang out slowly.

"Under the leadership and assistance of China, the Global Alliance has built a total of 1,200 standardized 'Qi-Induction Pavilions' and trained 9,347,000 registered cultivators at the Foundation Establishment stage or above."

"Among them, there are 36,121 Golden Core stage cultivators."

"The seven major immortal sects, including Kunlun and Yunlan, have offered a total of 312 courses, covering various fields such as talismans, formations, weapon crafting, and elixirs."

"The Sky Elevator has been installed."

"The first generation of psionic electromagnetic cannons was deployed to the 'Great Wall Fleet' six months ago."

Switching between projected images.

In the depths of outer space, a fleet of twelve starships is cruising.

Suddenly, a flash of sword light appeared, and a group of cultivators dressed in standard Taoist robes appeared at the bow of a starship.

They formed a sword formation and charged toward a meteorite with a diameter of more than one kilometer in the distance.

Countless fine sword lights, like scalpels, crisscrossed the meteorite, and a few seconds later, the sword array pierced through it.

The enormous meteorite broke apart into fist-sized pieces in the vacuum.

"This is a training video of the first squad of 'Sky Sword' from last week."

Sun Jiuchou's voice, like a cold hammer, shattered Marcus's last illusions.

"I've reviewed the assessment report on your strength; the data is quite good."

"If I pass the political review and a year of ideological training, I can probably apply for a squad leader position in the Heavenly Sword Reserve Team."

He paused, and the smile on his face became meaningful.

"Of course, the premise is that you must first learn how to write a 3,000-word report on your thoughts when joining the Young Pioneers."

Marcus was completely stunned; he felt as if his brain had been hit by a rock.

His divine strength, which he was so proud of and which he relied on for negotiations, was reduced to a mere... squad leader in the face of the enemy's vast and sophisticated war system.

Do I have to write a self-criticism report?

Sun Jiuchou put away the projection and finally looked at him, his gaze as if he were looking at an antique waiting to be appraised.

"Actually, we came here not mainly to persuade you."

“Last month, a rather disobedient ancient sect in China also awakened. They think similarly to you, considering themselves quite unique, and want to negotiate with the alliance.”

He pointed to the sky with his folding fan.

"Now, their old mountain gate site has been transformed into three new 'Qi-Inducing Pavilions,' making a final contribution to the Alliance's extraordinary cause."

Sun Jiuchou looked at him with a smile and said, word by word:

"We're here simply to give you a chance to choose your future place in history."

"It's just an insignificant name on the Alliance's honor roll."

"Or will it become a classic negative example in the new edition of the 'World History of Cultivation' textbook, in the chapter on 'The Consequences of Disobeying Management'?"

"Choose one yourself."

Marcus shuddered. He looked at Sun Jiuchou's kind smiling face, but felt even more terrified than when facing the Nine Nether Demons.

He glanced again at Lu Changfeng, who stood to the side, expressionless, as if he could be turned to dust at any moment.

With a "thump".

This descendant of the god-king suddenly lost his footing and fell from mid-air.

"I...I'll register."

"I'll write it! I'll write a self-criticism report!"

Sun Jiuchou nodded in satisfaction and turned to Fang Qing, who was standing behind him, completely dumbfounded.

"Xiao Qing, write this down."

"Rome Division, codename 'Cupid', assessment level: under observation."

"The approach should be primarily ideological education, supplemented by physical persuasion."

After saying that, he looked up at the eastern sky and spoke in a voice that only the two people beside him could hear.

"Alright, that's a wrap."

"Next, let's go see the banks of the Nile."

"I heard that someone claiming to be the Sun God woke up over there too. I wonder if he's related to the one Xiao Jue slapped to death."

......

In three years, the land of China has been completely transformed. The spiritual energy in the air is exceptionally rich, and cultivators carrying standard-issue longswords can be seen everywhere on the streets and alleys, hurrying about.

"Name, nationality, awakened pantheon, write them down clearly one by one." The border clerk didn't even look up, his spirit pen drawing several golden streaks of light.

*Thud!* A massive boot, covered in lightning bolt patterns, slammed heavily onto the desk. A two-meter-tall, blond giant spat out his cigar, arcs of electricity crackling around him: "I am Thor, descendant of Odin, heir to thunder! I'm here on business! Be polite to me!"

The Chinese cultivators queuing around him glanced sideways, their eyes showing no fear, but rather a pity for a fool. The clerk pushed up his black-rimmed glasses and looked at the officer on duty beside him: "Interference with official business, level three spiritual pressure, proceed according to the rules."

"You dare!" Thor roared, his right hand clenching as a thick bolt of lightning struck the clerk.

Buzz—

Suddenly, dense array patterns lit up the ground. The lightning bolt, which was more than a meter wide, seemed to have hit an invisible sponge in mid-air and was instantly absorbed. Before Thor could react, two young men in standard black trench coats appeared beside him.

"Descendant of Thor? In China, even if you're a descendant of an electrician, you'd still have to wait in line." The young man leading the group pulled out a pair of silver handcuffs.

Thor's divine power surged, but he found that the gravity beneath his feet had increased a hundredfold in an instant. With a crack, his knee slammed heavily onto the granite floor, and he couldn't even move his fingertips. The seemingly flimsy handcuffs were fastened to his wrists, but the thunderous divine power within him seemed to have sunk into the sea without any sensation.

"This...this is impossible! What kind of witchcraft did you use?" Thor's face turned red, and his voice trembled.

"This is called the 'Global Extraordinary Security Management Regulations,' it's newly issued." The young man took out a jade slip and stuck it on Thor's forehead to enter his identity: "In China, even if you are a true god, you still have to scan a code to enter."

The clerk took out another form, pointing the pen tip to the signature column at the bottom: "Fifteen days of detention, or a fine of 100,000 spirit stones, your choice. Also, cigars are prohibited here, so there will be an additional fine of 5,000."

Saul dejectedly signed the faintly glowing form, all his previous arrogance completely gone.

Just then, a sword intent that seemed to reach the heavens and pierce the sky shattered the thick clouds, and the ancient and weathered sound of a bell resounded throughout most of China. The clerk was stunned for a moment, then quickly tapped on the Kunlun Mirror: "Reporting that another old neighbor has woken up."

Sun Jiuchou had just taken a sip of fresh tea when the Kunlun Instrument on his wrist began to vibrate wildly. In the scene, three enormous floating islands were suspended above Jiangsu Province, surrounded by surging spiritual light.

"These old fogies, they woke up at the worst possible time." Sun Jiuchou put down his teacup, his figure gradually fading into the air.

Five minutes later, in front of the Qingyun Sect's mountain gate.

The Supreme Elder, dressed in a long blue robe, stood in mid-air, his long sword pointing at the special task force members responsible for maintaining order below: "This is the founding ground of my Qingyun Sect! The area within a hundred miles is a forbidden zone! You mere mortals dare to frolic in front of the Ancestral Hall, so leave at once!"

The tourists strolling in the park below looked up, not only did they not run away, but a few of the bolder ones even raised their phones to start live streaming: "Look, everyone, the Qingyun Sect instance has refreshed! That NPC's lines are pretty cool!"