Chapter 310

Chapter 310: The Eighth Division

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

“……”

Thunder echoed across the skies above the Imperial Capital, then began to spread wildly outward from the capital.

This lightning phenomenon immediately caught the attention of many, who stopped to watch.

Some, while drinking with friends, even speculated about the return of spiritual energy, linking it to the recent starry and storm phenomena.

But as the blood moon rose at night, its eerie crimson light spread across the nation, stirring up various waves among the people.

With the rise of martial arts, some exceptionally talented children had already started showing results after just a month of training.

The most striking example was a viral video of a seven-year-old child, bare-handed, knocking his father over.

Tonight, waves of public opinion surged one after another, all seeking the truth about this world.

The perceptive had noticed a significant force behind these waves of opinion.

However, the government’s strange attitude and vague, ambiguous responses left many feeling uneasy, their minds wandering in all directions.

“Becoming an immortal half-god… causing such a commotion?”

Su Wen watched the God of Theater, now transformed into a humanoid energy cocoon, and his mouth twitched slightly.

Today’s celestial phenomenon was far more intense than the starry phenomenon created by the Star God altering the Starry Array.

Especially with the blood moon rising, its red light illuminating the entire land.

Even at night, without any artificial light, everything was clearer than during the day.

It was just a bit eerie; otherwise, people might think night hadn’t fallen yet!

“Well, perhaps it’s time for some things to come into the public eye.”

Su Wen glanced at the large screen in the center of the office area, which was broadcasting the news of a giant beast being hauled in by fishermen.

Clearly, that giant beast was a being from the Arrow Realm that had been slain.

Now being reported, it perfectly rode the wave of the God of Theater’s ascension to immortal half-god status.

“Sir, I hope you can complete your ascension within half a month.”

After speaking, Su Wen turned and sat back down at his workstation.

The River of Fate had yet to give a definitive response.

Meanwhile, the river of time was also undergoing changes.

The God of Theater was ascending to become an immortal half-god.

The Star God was absorbing the sphere of insights.

Now, Su Wen needed to see what mystical capabilities his seventh-level divine power held.

“Divine Power: Exchange.”

【The God of Wealth governs the world’s wealth and can trade with all beings in existence.】

【Tip 1: The living and the dead, the present and the past, the intelligent and the mindless, the tangible and the abstract—all can be trading targets for the God of Wealth.】

【Tip 2: Wealth connects to the divine, holding endless mysteries.】

The seventh-level powers of the God of Wealth indeed cover a broader scope than the previous three divine powers.

Isn’t Tip 1 precisely describing how trading powers can interact with everything in the world?

As long as you can imagine it, it can be traded!

This!

Perhaps this is the true authority of the God of Wealth!

“Buzz!”

Su Wen focused his mind and activated his trading powers.

In a blur, the world around him transformed.

When he regained his senses, he found himself in a white, misty world.

There was nothing around; it was as if everything had vanished.

And in this empty white world, Su Wen, at a certain moment, seemed to sense an immense and indescribable vastness.

In the mysterious realm, guided by an unseen force, Su Wen raised his right hand and pointed into the air.

“Boom!”

A black Light Pillar suddenly appeared in the white world, glaring and out of place.

When the black Light Pillar faded, a middle-aged man dressed in tattered armor and covered in black blood appeared before Su Wen.

However, this middle-aged general was lying on the ground with his eyes tightly shut, seemingly… awaiting death.

“Hello.”

Su Wen looked at the man and spoke.

He could tell that the man still had breath and signs of life.

He wasn’t dead!

Hearing this sudden and oddly timed gentle voice, the middle-aged general abruptly opened his eyes.

Then, looking around the White Space, his face filled with shock and disbelief.

In the next moment, he grabbed the large knife beside him and sneered, “Demon! You use such illusions against a dying man like me? Do you want to steal my memories for your own gain?”

“Damn it!”

“Today, you will not succeed!”

After saying that, he hurled the large knife.

But contrary to his expectations, the knife didn’t shatter into pieces, nor did an explosive scene unfold.

Instead, the knife flew just three meters before dropping to the ground right in front of Su Wen.

For a moment, the scene was plunged into an awkward silence.

“That’s a fine blade you’ve got there.”

Su Wen picked up the large knife, breaking the awkward silence first.

The middle-aged general glanced around, closed his eyes, and took a moment to sense his surroundings before speaking, “May I ask, senior, where exactly are we?”

“This is my world!”

Su Wen replied with a grin, then casually tossed the knife back to the man.

Though he had just activated his trading powers, he felt a strange certainty.

With just a thought, he could erase the middle-aged general from existence.

In this white world, the man would be nothing more than an ordinary person.

“Senior, I beg your forgiveness!”

The middle-aged general stood up, bowed deeply, and asked cautiously, “If I may be so bold, are you… a powerful being of the Human Race?”

Su Wen nodded. “Indeed, I am of the Human Race.”

The term “Human Race” was broad, but no matter how you looked at it, he was human—that much was certain.

“Junior is slow-witted and doesn’t understand why senior has summoned me here with such great powers. What is your purpose?”

“Calling you here was a matter of fate,” Su Wen began. “This is a place for trading.”

“Tell me what you seek, offer something you value, and perhaps you’ll find a ray of hope.”

It was clear the man was in the middle of a battle.

And from the looks of it, he was close to death.

What mattered most to Su Wen, though, was that he had no idea who this man was.

He needed to tread carefully, using the man’s injuries as a starting point to uncover his identity.

Treasures? Su Wen didn’t care about those.

He had piles of treasures and valuables lying around.

What he cared about was the man’s identity, strength, and where he came from.

In the midst of war…

Was it that battlefield?

The man had called him a senior of the Human Race. But aside from Earth, the Arrow Realm was filled with beings that weren’t human.

Where were the humans?

None of them were truly people!

Some powerful beings had merely taken on human forms after evolving from other races.

So Su Wen guessed the man was from that territory.

If that was the case, he might be able to extract a lot of useful information from him.

Of course, someone like that would be strong and cautious.

Gaining information would take time and care.

Luckily, this trading place could sustain the man’s life, suppress his strength, and create this intriguing misunderstanding.

“Junior is Mo Ziling, captain of Team 213 of the 39th Army, 17th Combat Group, under the Eighth Division.”

Mo Ziling took a deep breath, raised his large knife, and declared, “The most precious thing I possess is this Shadow Knife, bestowed upon me by the army.”

“I now offer it to you, senior!”