You begin your journey across the sea. Since you don't know the exact direction, you choose to search relentlessly. The giant island is quite large, so it shouldn't be too difficult to find.

Taking a boat is out of the question; who knows how long it would take to reach our destination at that speed? Running on the open sea is also impossible; even a Grandmaster's internal energy can't withstand such depletion.

[You have a sudden inspiration and hold up one finger: "Hey, I've got a great idea!"]

What would happen if we combined boating and running?

[...Two Grandmasters, one in front and one behind, used their internal energy to pull the bow and stern of the boat, while you and the four Grandmasters from the Meteor Sect ran behind: Truly worthy of being Grandmasters, even pulling the boat, they ran faster than other Grandmasters.]

[Spending their days "out on the sea," sleeping on the boat at night, and catching a few squid and fish when hungry—it's a great voyage, with a top-notch crew.]

Half a month later, you set foot on land and saw endless grasslands. You comforted yourself, saying, "Don't panic, there are grasslands on the giant island too."

Then you see several muscular, bearded men, each about 1.98 meters tall, walk by.

Turn around, lift the boat, and run towards the sea in a different direction.

More than ten days later, looking at the tiny people on the beach, none of whom were more than 1.5 meters tall, you smiled with relief: "We've arrived!"

[The language barrier was a problem, but after a month of bumps and bruises, you finally arrived in Shenjing, a bustling city. Last time you were here, you just kept taking pictures, trying to de-urbanize Shenjing. This time, you'll finally get to see the true face of this city.]

As you six walked through this city, you discovered the rot and stench beneath its prosperity, where those hailed as gods could do as they pleased.

The inhabitants here, however, are mentally distorted, viewing the suffering inflicted by "God" as a blessing; those who do not consider it a blessing take it for granted.

[You saw a servant of some unknown deity, whose authority you don't know, skinning a young girl in public, and then using the treated skin to pave the floor of the deity's dwelling.]

[And the girl was laughing, her skinless, terrifying face was laughing, even as tears streamed uncontrollably from her eyes due to pain.]

[Even more abstractly, there were several flower girls dancing in front of her, encouraging her, their eyes wide with envy.]

Granny Jiang immediately attacked, unleashing a powerful palm strike that turned the divine servant into a bloody mist. But the deity who emerged from the divine abode was not about to let it go. With a long roar, a chilling white aura emanated from his entire body!

[It was also filmed as a bloody mist.]

You think this little old lady is really cool.

[But this caused a huge commotion. Gods from several surrounding streets gathered, and none of these gods, ranging from second-rate to martial arts masters, could fight back. They were all slapped to the ground by Granny Jiang, half-dead.]

[After beating the old man, the young one appeared. A figure who was at least 1.6 meters tall, dressed in brightly colored clothes, with a bunch of flags stuck in his back, appeared. Looking at his bamboo-like arms and legs, he shouted, "Yo-yo!" It was a familiar face he had encountered in the simulation.]

What did we call him back then? The Bamboo Pole Weird Guy.

[The bamboo-pole-like strange man unleashed his chilling aura, but the next second, the six of you pushed it back, leaving him pale-faced and slumped to the ground.]

Just as "the rightful deity—Ming Xie Wu" (the bamboo-pole monster) was about to be slapped to the ground by Granny Jiang, the commotion from not far away began to subside.

The shouts and cries of the people of Shenjing gradually faded away, as if someone had activated a silencing zone and was approaching.

As the man approached, the common people nearby, upon seeing him clearly, all fell silent and then bowed down one by one.

[A very erotic kind of dogeza.]

[A good opportunity... no.]

[Look at the newcomer. He is a middle-aged, overweight man, his figure resembling a large meatball, his face painted with repulsive white makeup. He is royalty, the supreme master of this land.]

If you remember correctly, the simulator says that this royal family only has a few hundred members, and they are all "pure-blooded," meaning they are all close relatives.

It's truly remarkable that they've thrived for over three thousand years; the SSR drop rate is so low, I wonder how many sugar figurines they've produced.

The pale-faced, chubby man rattled off a string of words to you, but seeing you didn't react, he switched to another language, which you could understand this time: it was the languages ​​of the Three Kingdoms.

"We apologize for our rudeness in bringing our guests from afar. What happened before was a misunderstanding. Please follow me."

A master exclaimed in surprise, "There are actually people in this place who understand three languages?"

[But then you figured out the reason: these royals claimed to be able to communicate with "celestial deities," which actually meant they knew multiple languages ​​from the Three Kingdoms period, desert regions, and other areas.]

[Apart from this giant island, no other place in the world has such a short population. Therefore, when outsiders mistakenly enter this island, their towering stature leads them to be regarded as gods, and only royalty who know the "language of the heavens" can communicate with them… It's closed!]

Yun Shou: "How could it be so intricately linked?"

[You followed this person to the royal residence: Tianyuan Peak. The pale-faced, fat man called himself "Tianyuan Tupo." Upon hearing this name, a drill inexplicably appeared in your mind.]

After chatting with you for a while, Tu Po offered each of you a cup of tea. As the aroma of the tea filled the air, you all felt a sense of craving within your bodies, and your various bodily systems became more active.

Seeing that your gazes were all fixed on the tea, Tu Po smiled smugly: "You are all highly powerful, at least equivalent to our principal deities, or even great gods (such as the Grandmaster Da Yutian Mingshen), but wouldn't you like to take it a step further?"

"It's very simple. All you need to do is serve my royal family, and you will not only be granted a divine title, but you will also enjoy a pot of tea like this every ten years!"

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