The King of Black Fog

"The situation is turning grim," one said.

"Hasn't it always been like this?" came the reply.

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Eagles soar through the sky, fish dart in the shallow waters,...

Chapter 391 Dao Ancestor's Daoist Temple

“Understood.” “Yes.” The development team leaders responded.

After a pause, Li Changzhou leaned back in his chair.

He said, "These are just some of the obvious problems, the big problems that must be solved immediately. There are also some smaller... undisclosed problems that haven't been mentioned, and some people may even have had contact with the Pope—"

He glanced at the crowd, and they exchanged furtive glances.

“Of course, I believe everyone is still loyal,” Li Changzhou continued.

"Not only you, but everyone here is at fault, including me. My fault is the greatest, but I hope that everyone will not ignore the mistakes, cover up the past, or conceal our errors. This will make us suffer the consequences."

"As the ancients said, 'To know one's mistakes and correct them is the greatest virtue.' I hope that we can all realize our past mistakes, not avoid problems, and take the initiative to solve them."

At this point, Li Changzhou tapped his fingers on the table, pondering deeply:

"I used to think I didn't need the Earth."

"I can walk, jump, run, and even fly, but I've only just realized that without a place to sit, a person can't last long—I think this principle applies to everyone. Let's work together to fix the chairs so that when we want to sit, we have a place to sit."

"I am giving you my orders here—"

King of Black Mist - Royal Decree

"We will do everything we can to solve the problems of the Earth Corporation."

"Yes!" everyone responded in unison.

Li Changzhou's tone softened again: "Once everything stabilizes, whoever does the best job can have their player status revoked and be made a god. There is only one spot available."

He currently only has one divine position, but if the Earth Corporation truly stabilizes, the number of divine positions will definitely increase, and the various amplifications brought by the King of Black Mist will also improve.

The crowd's breathing became heated.

Players live hand to mouth; how can that be as safe as becoming a god? (Lan)

Even immortals envy this – if immortals want to improve their strength, they either have to spend hundreds or thousands of years to endure it, or enter the value game, while gods only need to manage their companies well (while also enjoying the power) to make rapid progress in strength!

“You,” Li Changzhou looked at Bei Ya, “if you don’t handle this well, I will revoke your divine position.”

"Understood," Bei Ya nodded.

"Alright, the meeting is now adjourned. I will now issue various orders to you all, and you shall carry them out in accordance with my orders."

Defeating the enemy is only one part of the Earth Corporation's problems; there are also issues related to people's livelihoods, systems, and so on.

As they left the conference room, Li Changzhou said, "Let's go check out the props room first."

He wanted to put all the props, including some important strategic secular resources, into the national treasury.

He will classify the ten national treasuries according to the importance of the items they contain. Items of S- grade or higher, or some special items, will be placed in a separate national treasury, accessible only to a very small number of people.

"Choose props, choose props, choose props~" Li Qianxia almost started singing.

During my absence, more props were added.

Those items, each with its own unique properties, were laid out there for them to choose from. This was the benefit of having power—the downside was the time it would take to govern them.

Li Changzhou put all these props into the national treasury and used teleportation to notify the major branches, granting them the right to store the props and access five of the national treasuries.

"Let's go," he said, sounding rather tired.

The system of the national treasury alone is enough for him to ponder, not to mention other things.

First, we need to find a way to get rid of the Pope.

The five stars are about to face a bloody storm, but Yang Qinglan and Yaochi enter the desolate depths of space.

“This is it.” Yang Qinglan held a palm-sized bronze plaque in her hand.

Holding a bronze plaque will naturally allow one to sense the Taoist ancestral temple.

At this moment, the bronze plaque in Yang Qinglan's hand emitted a faint light, a sign that they had arrived at the exact location.

The exact location is at a perihelion in Mercury's orbit.

"Be careful, the Queen Mother might be planning to use the Daoist temple to trap Li Changzhou." Yaochi took out the Dancing Phoenix Azure Mirror, with a ribbon wrapped around her arm.

Yang Qinglan held a bronze plaque in her left hand and a ruyi scepter in her right, her delicate lips reciting incantations.

Streams of light poured out from the bronze plaque, washing away the vacuum, and within the light, a colossal stone gate, comparable to a planet, appeared and disappeared.

Yaochi tilted her head back, her rosy lips slightly parted, her heart filled with indescribable shock.

"For whom was this giant gate built?" she murmured.

"Perhaps it's just for show." Yang Qinglan put down the bronze plaque, and the huge stone gate stabilized in the flowing light.

"...You really have no sense of awe." Yaochi seemed somewhat powerless after being told this, and her awe had also diminished.

The two became more vigilant and entered the shimmering light.

The stone gate opened slightly without a sound, and endless chaotic energy surged out like a flood. The two quickly retreated.

"There really is something fishy going on!" Yaochi's beautiful eyes sharpened.

The so-called chaotic energy is the highest energy aggregate in the universe.

If the cosmic power that Li Changzhou's [Divine Body] usually absorbs is like hot food, then the chaotic energy is like a frying pan, a volcano, absolute zero, a mixture of extreme forces such as thunderstorms, any one of which could easily obliterate him.

"No, that's not right." Yang Qinglan said thoughtfully, "Let's wait a bit longer."

After a while, the previously surging chaotic energy stopped flowing, and the stone door quietly opened a crack.

What is a mere crack to the stone gate is, to humans, an unimaginable width, comparable to the long side of a football field.

Compared to the stone gate, the two were like a drop of water in the ocean, or like a hydrogen atom suspended in front of a tombstone (a drop of water contains 4 trillion trillion hydrogen atoms).

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