The world of Di Lian, the star of Jian Ku.
An immigration spaceship slowly landed at a secret airport.
When the cabin door opened, a group of men and women dressed as practitioners got off the ship with curiosity, caution and anticipation.
"Go this way, go this way, you fat guy, don't look around." The staff said in a deep voice.
Ever since the establishment of the Council of All Heavens, the business of the demon cultivators has become increasingly difficult, and the law enforcement team has been cracking down on them with great force.
Especially after the law enforcement team uncovered a major case six hundred years ago in which a demon cultivator kidnapped people with cultivation qualifications from the fringe world and killed them to practice martial arts, the world under the control of the Council of All Heavens has added an Entry and Exit Management Bureau in recent years.
It is becoming increasingly difficult for demon cultivators to sneak into the world to kill people and practice martial arts, and in the end they can only wander in the gray area.
"Brother, didn't you agree to take us to the upper realm where there is fairyland? Why does this place seem even more barren than our planet?" A young man couldn't help but ask the staff next to him.
The staff member explained impatiently: "This is just a transfer station. Don't worry. Now the Council of All Heavens governs the Ten Thousand Worlds. We are all law-abiding practitioners. How can we cheat you?"
"So it's a transit station, thank you, brother." The boy nodded.
He returned to the fat man and said, "Brother said it's a transit station. We have the council to protect us. No one dares to cheat us. Don't worry."
"Oh, then I feel relieved." Zhang Shouzhong took out a bag of high-energy jerky and ate it while walking.
As they walked, he suddenly asked, "Why are you suddenly interested in this kind of case? Are you hiding something from me?"
"No, I just felt like moving around a lot, so I thought I'd go out for a walk and see how your work is going." The young man smiled harmlessly and explained calmly.
Zhang Shouxin's heart skipped a beat. Looking at the smile on the boy's face, he felt things were getting worse.
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The Council of Heavens has been established for 666 years. In order to celebrate the establishment of the council, Dahuang City has been decorated with lights and colors, and people are singing and dancing. People are celebrating, blessing, and praying. It is even more lively than the Spring Festival.
Perhaps for the devil cultivators and the evil cultivators, the Council of Heavens is the sword of Damocles hanging over their heads, but for the vast majority of good people, the Council of Heavens is the embodiment of order, and the reason why all people can live and work in peace is entirely because of the protection of the Council of Heavens.
The current atmosphere in the cultivation world is completely different from what it was more than 600 years ago.
Because of this, practitioners spontaneously celebrated the 666th anniversary of the establishment of the Council of Heavens, and wished that the Council would be better in the future, protect more worlds, and spread the fire of civilization and order to the barbaric and backward world.
"Where's Wuming? Where did Wuming go again?"
"He has to make a speech today. People from all over the world are waiting for him!"
The goat horns on Aries' head were spewing steam like a boiling kettle. He and the members of the secretariat searched the entire Dahuang City but still could not find any trace of Wuming.
"Boss, Lord Wuming wouldn't run away again, would he?" Qinail, a young secretary from the secretarial team, asked in a low voice.
Aries stood in the big square, with the scorching sun shining on his body, but he felt a chill in his heart. Ever since Wuming came out of the Lost Gate, although he was not a completely different person, he was too willful. Today he went fishing and tomorrow he went mountain climbing. He disappeared every few days, and his secretarial work became increasingly difficult.