155: Chapter 155 Golden Core Martial Grandmaster, Civilization Feedback

The records were unchanged; when Wang Pingan went into battle, he was indeed a First-Order Deity, and his Divine Kingdom's territory was only 180,000 square kilometers, with no hidden Realm.

"A single person held off three of the same rank, and even swallowed three Divine Kingdoms… For these twenty days that he sealed his official residence, he wasn't recovering from injuries at all!"

The freshman who had previously relied on the crystal pillar to assert that Wang Pingan wouldn't dare show his Face gritted his back teeth, quietly withdrawing from the crowd, not even caring about his own team's task settlement.

The liaisons sent by various families opened their communications simultaneously, withdrawing the evaluation reports from twenty days prior and changing Wang Pingan's Divine Kingdom area to 300,000 square kilometers.

Some people still wanted to find loopholes in the audit documents, but as a result, even every coordinate chain, every clash of Laws, and the collapse records of the three divine cores were made public.

"How can anyone find anything anymore? The Federal Main Brain has pinned down the invasion trajectories of the three alien deities; to question it further means having to go to the Audit Office to explain first."

On the other side of the Task Hall, Jiang Daoling put down the three-person task he had just accepted and pulled Wang Pingan's archives from before he sealed his official residence in front of him.

The old record of 180,000 square kilometers and the newly added battle achievement of 120,000 square kilometers were juxtaposed together, leaving not a single gap in the 300,000-square-kilometer territory.

Jiang Daoling did not pay attention to the three divine cores; instead, he focused his gaze on the differences in ecology, Laws, and Spiritual Veins among the three alien Divine Kingdoms.

The three alien Laws of water systems, toxins, and gravity conflicted with one another; an ordinary First-Order Deity who swallowed even one of them would have to spend decades sorting out their Foundation.

Wang Pingan swallowed three Divine Kingdoms at once, yet no large-scale collapse of the Origin was transmitted from his official residence, nor did he apply to the school for resources to stabilize the Spiritual Veins.

"During these twenty days, he hasn't come out all this time, nor has he contacted any high-level mentors. He is using his own civilization to digest the three Divine Kingdoms."

Qin Zhaoye read through the entire audit process, closed the light screen, and only left the result in his personal archive.

"These twenty days that he disappeared, he used them entirely to digest the three Divine Kingdoms."

Jiang Daoling canceled the task he had just accepted, and the roster of the originally planned three-person team dissolved accordingly, prompting the several aristocratic family disciples beside him to all look over.

Someone couldn't help pressing: "Even if he digests all three Divine Kingdoms, he's still just of the same rank with a larger territory. There's no need for you to stop grinding the leaderboard."

Jiang Daoling put away his task token, not leaving the other party a shred of Face.

"If you only see the territory, feel free to keep grinding points. When review day comes and you stand before him, see what it feels like when 300,000 square kilometers presses down."

Qin Zhaoye also withdrew his challenge application, and before returning to his official residence, he advanced his originally scheduled half-year advancement plan, preparing to enter seclusion immediately.

Neither of them went to Wang Pingan's official residence, nor did they submit a formal visit card taking advantage of the audit's unsealing. They clearly knew that any probing at this moment would only expose their own intentions.

Inside the Divine Kingdom, the tribulation clouds above the Ancestral Court continued to press lower. The sixth thunderbolt pierced through the outer seal laid down by Wang Pingan, heading straight into Wang Mu's seclusion Formation platform.

The thunder light ignored the outer Formation patterns, directly tearing open the spiritual energy barrier on Wang Mu's body surface, and heavily struck the Golden Core that had already condensed for the most part. A thick crack split all the way from the outer shell deep into the core of the Dantian.

As the sixth thunderbolt dissipated, the Golden Core within Wang Mu's Dantian was covered in cracks, and the spiritual energy accumulated over a hundred years was mostly dispersed by the thunder force.

The person in charge of the Formation Hall stared fixedly inside the Formation, pressing a hand against the backup Spirit Stones, preparing to reconnect the two top-grade Spiritual Veins that had just been sealed.

Wang Pingan raised his hand to press the Spiritual Vein control array; the backup lines leading to the Ancestral Court extinguished in unison, and not a shred of Spiritual Qi was sent into the Formation.

"Stop. He hasn't been defeated yet. This Golden Core cannot withstand the subsequent Lightning Tribulation; continuing to supplement Spiritual Qi will only widen the cracks even further."

Inside the Formation platform, Wang Mu did not repair the cracks, instead turning his hand to cut off the three sets of circulation, completely dismantling the soon-to-be-formed Golden Core shell.

The shell transformed into a massive amount of Spiritual Qi that surged backward into the Meridians, the progress of core condensation reset to zero, and the power left behind by the Lightning Tribulation sank entirely into the Dantian.

Everyone in the Formation Hall held their breath. With centuries of cultivation accumulation laid out before their eyes, no one expected Wang Mu to actively tear it down and start over.

An adjutant spoke anxiously: "Divine Lord, the seventh thunderbolt is about to arrive; there is simply not enough time to reshape the Golden Core!"

Wang Pingan stared at the three sets of Spiritual Qi operating anew within the Formation, neither buying time for Wang Mu nor weakening the tribulation clouds.

"Let him start over. The Golden Core he wants cannot have any pressure-bearing gaps left behind."

Wang Mu abandoned the complete shell, splitting the Spiritual Qi into three independent circulation sets, with each set further divided into three layers internally, making nine paths that did not interfere with one another.

The first set protected the Dantian and Meridians, the second set compressed and refined the purity of the Spiritual Qi, and the third set condensed the core, with the three exchanging power only at fixed nodes.

The seventh thunderbolt crashed down, and the nine Spiritual Qi paths rotated simultaneously. The thunder force was not concentrated to bombard a single spot, but was entirely dispersed and sent into each circulation.

Wang Mu borrowed the thunder to temper the core, discharging the cluttered Spiritual Qi layer by layer, and pressing the remaining pure portion into the center of the Golden Core.

The new Golden Core was only the size of a thumb, with three additional Formation patterns on its surface, respectively corresponding to the three sets of circulation of the Nine-Ring Array Network.

As the Lightning Tribulation scattered, Wang Mu continued to compress and refine Spiritual Qi. The fourth, fifth, and sixth Formation patterns formed in sequence, and the Golden Core gradually stabilized.

Everyone outside the Formation held their breath, their gazes casting in unison toward the final thunderbolt gathering within the tribulation clouds.

The thirty-six core Formation bases of the Ancestral Court vibrated, and the nine top-grade Spiritual Veins raised their energy supply on their own, sending more Spiritual Qi to where Wang Mu was located.

Following the orders left by Wang Mu, the three adjutants did not open the sealed lines, further lowering the Spiritual Qi flow rate to ensure the city's energy supply was not implicated.

The final thunderbolt pressed down, and the protective Formations on Wang Mu's body surface completely collapsed. The thunder light pierced straight into the Dantian, heavily crashing into the Golden Core inscribed with six Formation patterns.

The Golden Core was undamaged; the three internal circulation sets simultaneously swallowed the thunder force, dividing the impact into nine portions and repeatedly compressing and refining them along the nine Formation patterns.

The seventh Formation pattern formed amidst the thunder light, and the eighth appeared accordingly. Once the remaining power of the thunder dissipated, the ninth Formation pattern settled steadily in the center of the Golden Core.

With the nine patterns returning to their positions, the surging Spiritual Qi within Wang Mu's body finally had a core. The tribulation clouds above the Ancestral Court lost their power and dispersed outward along the firmament.

The Golden Core in the Dantian rotated. With each rotation completed, the three circulation sets finished one Spiritual Qi exchange, and the pressure borne by the Meridians decreased by a layer accordingly.

Wang Mu opened his eyes. Without checking his own cultivation Realm, he first sent his Divine Thought out of the Formation platform and connected it to the Ancestral Court's master array.

"How is the energy supply of the three new cities? Are there any casualties in the Northern Mining Area? Has the Formation of the Poison Sealing Area been affected by the Lightning Tribulation?"

The adjutant guarding in front of the master array immediately reported: "The energy supply of the three cities is stable, the mining area evacuated in advance, no one was injured, and both the inner and outer layers of the Formation in the Poison Sealing Area are operating."

Wang Mu checked the Formation Plates item by item, confirmed that the data matched the report, and stood up to step out of the damaged seclusion Formation platform.

His robes were tattered, and the Golden Core might within his body had not yet completely converged. When he walked in front of Wang Pingan, he still bowed respectfully according to etiquette.

"The Golden Core is already formed, and the Nine-Ring Array Network has not damaged the Foundation."

Wang Pingan examined the nine-pattern Golden Core inside his body, nodded, and cast his gaze toward the military camp.

Inside the military camp's drill ground, Wang Shan's hundred-zhang Martial Domain completed its closure, and his outward-released Qi and blood were entirely restricted to the edge of the drill ground, without crossing the boundary.

Every piece of rubble, every Formation Flag, and every strand of Saber Qi was under his deployment, and there was not a shred of chaotic force left within the Martial Domain.

The nick on the crimson flame saber was wrapped by Qi and blood, and the dilapidated blade body bore the power of a Martial Ancestor. The saber momentum stopped in front of the military array, not harming any soldiers.

Wang Shan withdrew the crimson flame saber held horizontally before him, compressing the Martial Domain from a hundred zhang down to ten zhang, and then expanding it back to a hundred zhang from ten zhang.

Through nine consecutive expansions, his Qi and blood never lost control, and the 572nd position reserved by the 50,000 Immortal Martial Army was also not impacted.

Wang Shan took a step forward, the Martial Ancestor's might covering the entire military camp, and the hundred-zhang Martial Domain moved forward following his footsteps, its boundaries remaining neat all the while.

A hundred li away, the 50,000 Immortal Martial Army simultaneously raised their fists to strike their breastplates, the heavy clanging of armor spreading through the military array across all nine encampments.

"Congratulations, Commander, on advancing to Martial Ancestor!"

The military bugle sounded, and the command flags of various camps unfurled in the wind. The Realm restriction that had suppressed the top of the legion for hundreds of years was finally broken by Wang Shan with his own hands.