Chapter 114

Chapter 114: Grand Opening of the First Inter-Axial Diplomatic Conference Between the Asura World and the Human Realm!

On a certain day in the twenty-first century, Wei Xi, the supreme leader of the most magnificent organization in the Demon World, the Taicang Sect, stood on a hill beside the capital of the Asura World with His Majesty Bo Xun, who had just awoken, and drew a circle.

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In the Human Realm,

People across various regions sensed subtle changes in their daily lives.

In one of the neighborhoods in Wuhua City, a resident pushed open their window and looked up at the sky above.

The long-awaited rain was still drizzling, bringing a pleasant humidity to the air. However, the thunderous roar of fighter jets filled the sky, one after another, with no sign of ceasing since they started in the middle of the night. More than ten hours had passed, and yet there was no indication of it stopping.

"What on earth is going on! Do they want people to have any peace in their lives?!" The resident, disturbed all night and unable to watch TV during the day, angrily lit a cigarette and pulled out their phone to vent on an online forum. To their surprise, they found that the homepage was already flooded with related news.

Upon refreshing the page, they realized that the situation seemed to exceed their expectations.

Not only in Wuhua City, but many citizens across the country had noticed the sudden abnormal military mobilizations that the nation had initiated within a short period.

Aside from fighter jets streaking across the sky and tanks rolling directly onto the streets, many early risers who were commuting to work or school even captured images of military vehicles, loaded with armed soldiers, hastily clearing the roads. These photos were repeatedly posted as hot topics, only to be urgently deleted in bulk. The underlying message seemed to be that the state didn't want the public to sense anything amiss, but the situation had already become so tense that they couldn't secretly mobilize these forces anymore.

On the internet, there were even well-informed individuals sharing insider information:

"Wow! Last night, Beijing Airport suddenly went into lockdown, and lots of top leaders, along with their entourage, took off on X Airline's special flights!"

"In our neighborhood, some neighbors who work at research institutes were secretly picked up last night."

With all these scattered pieces of news circulating online, netizens' imaginations ran wild, filled with anxiety:

"Oh my God!!! Could it be that we're going to war?!?!?!"

"Did the leaders receive advance notice and abandon us to escape?!!?"

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As for the human realm's leaders, they were equally on edge.

In the rear compartments, numerous experts, who had received phone calls and then had their doors knocked on within no more than ten minutes, were thoroughly bewildered. Initially, they thought they were summoned for a symposium, but after exchanging introductions, they realized that the vehicle was also carrying luminaries from other industries.

The experts frowned and whispered among themselves,

"What's going on? Why were we suddenly called here without any prior notice? Did a research project in one of the bases malfunction?"

Some were quite anxious,

"Could it be that war is imminent, and the country is taking us to a safe zone for our survival?"

The senior researchers, upon hearing this, became indignant. They huffed and shouted at the leaders in front, "Stop the vehicle! There are still countless ordinary citizens in City X. If you want to escape, go ahead, but I'm not following!"

The leaders could only explain helplessly, "Professors, you've misunderstood. This isn't about escaping, it's a diplomatic mission."

The experts exchanged bewildered glances, "A diplomatic mission?! With which country?!"

The leaders replied, "Er..."

Looking out the window, they took a deep breath, "Well, it's more like... a newly discovered continent, I suppose."

The experts exclaimed, "!!! ???"

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Eighth Transformation complete, the ordinary citizens in the vicinity had already been evacuated. As Shuo Zong encountered the other party, he cast a casual glance at the bombers that filled the empty lot, brought by these individuals.

In the inner circle of the leaders, their own concerns, rooted in mortal worries, echoed: "Are you certain that the Devil King has ascended to the throne?"

Shuo Zong said coldly, "I watched him ascend to the throne with my own eyes."

The leaders fell silent for two seconds, their brows creased with exhaustion. "I understand."

Xia Shouren, standing aside, hesitated for a moment before soothing them with a tinge of reluctance, "There's no need for you all to be so nervous."

How could they not be nervous? The leaders exchanged bitter smiles. The adage that those outside one's own race have different intentions still held true. Ancient people only spoke of different ethnicities, but now, humanity was dealing with a cross-species situation with the Demon World. How could it be treated lightly?

Moreover, the previous actions of the Demon World had clearly indicated that they were a group of unpredictable adversaries.

They were powerful and acted without restraint, posing an undeniable danger. As high-ranking officials, they had access to information that the general public did not, such as the Azure Dragon and Black Tortoise, Ning Tian's group of extraordinary individuals, and numerous historical events from the past that did not align with the current socialist core values.

Different opinions emerged within their own ranks, "It's too risky for us to just go there. They should come to our territory for the meeting."

The leading figure shook his head helplessly. "What beautiful dreams are you having? Do you think this is ordinary diplomacy? The Demon King has already ascended the throne. According to their style, it's already quite remarkable that they haven't launched an attack or disrupted public order just to find their leader, and they're even willing to establish diplomatic relations with us. Do you really think we can gain the upper hand? No matter how sincere they are in their friendship or what the chances are of peaceful coexistence with humans, even if it's only one in ten thousand, that risk is worth taking."

He then asked Shuo Zong, "So, when exactly will we meet them, and how do we get there?"

"Reaching them would require Asura to tear open a spatial rift," Shuo Zong replied, glancing at his watch. "It should be soon."

On the other side, after the experts present had signed their confidentiality agreements and confirmed that the clause about not disclosing the exploration site was indeed included, they were all stunned.

"It's the 21st century, and satellites have been thoroughly scanning Earth's surface from space. How could our country possibly discover a new continent under these circumstances?!"

"But the clause is clearly written here. It can't be fake."

"Could it be that the research center has developed a new exploration tool? Something secretly sent into space?"

"To actually discover new land on the existing world map, it must be a groundbreaking technology that challenges human understanding. The level of secrecy is so high; I wonder which expert led this project. I haven't even heard about it."

After their discussion, the experts couldn't help but feel a profound respect for natural science.

At their level, they knew how difficult it was to break through the current boundaries of human scientific knowledge. For something to surpass the precision of existing satellites from various countries, it would undoubtedly be a significant milestone in the history of world science!

At that moment, an expert inadvertently caught sight of an incongruous scene.

The expert was taken aback. "These people...?"

His companion also looked over and saw a group of cultivators in Taoist and Buddhist robes strolling leisurely towards them. They passed by and approached the divine beasts from Shuo Zong, who were currently engaged in conversation with the leaders.

Shuo Zong's voice echoed from afar. "You've arrived."

The leading old monk, bald and with clasped hands, nodded and said, "The Asura Dao has deep ties with our Buddha. Now that the Demon King has ascended and renounced evil, this exchange and development opportunity has arisen. Our Buddha is compassionate, so it's only natural for us to join in congratulating him."

The experts, educated in modern times, couldn't grasp the terminology they were using. One of them frowned. "What are they talking about?"

Another replied, "Are they going to the New Continent to spread their religion?"

The experts found it highly plausible and felt speechless. "These believers in feudal superstition won't let any opportunity slip. The discovery of the New Continent is a result of scientific advancement. How could it have anything to do with their supernatural beliefs?"

"Such ignorance," someone pointed at Shuo Zong. "That young man must be the head of Ning Tian Group, right? He looks tall, handsome, and successful in his career. I never would have expected him to believe in such things."

Shuo Zong, with keen ears, glanced indifferently at the experts. He had no intention of engaging in a discussion on materialism versus idealism. Sensing something, he addressed the waiting leaders. "Get ready, we should be leaving."

The atmosphere among the whispering leaders immediately turned solemn.

Finally, they were leaving! The experts behind instantly set aside their superstitious discussions and began to anticipate their journey to the new continent. However, they were also puzzled. If they were going to explore, why not head for the coast? Why bring them inland?

Someone quickly came up with a plausible explanation, "Perhaps it's to avoid detection by other countries, so they're taking us to board stealth aircraft?"

It made perfect sense, and everyone nodded in agreement, once again experiencing the omnipresent power of science. Then, they were suddenly jolted by an unusual tremor.

The experts jumped in fright, turning around to look. What was happening?! Was it the sound of stealth fighter jets starting up?

In the next moment, a dark-red rift abruptly tore open in the air before them. A grotesque demonic head then emerged, scanning the crowd.

Experts: "!!!"

The leaders were startled as well but quickly regained their composure, gesturing for the experts to wait outside.

The experts, still reeling from the shock, asked, "What! What is going on?!"

The leaders felt somewhat awkward. They had essentially lured these experts here. In recent years, the core values of the country had been propagated effectively, and the most dedicated contributors were these steadfast and radical experts. They hadn't revealed the truth earlier due to concerns about information leaks and to avoid criticism from these radical experts for superstition. Now, they found themselves at a loss for how to explain the situation.

Shuo Zong impatiently tugged at the corners of his mouth amidst the silence on both sides: "Multi-dimensional spaces, not scientific, huh?"

The experts: "…"

For a moment, they were at a loss for how to criticize, so they turned to the figure that had emerged from the rift – someone utterly beyond the scope of conventional scientific understanding! The experts stared fixedly at the Heavenly Devil's numerous eyes: "H-He… He is!"

Shuo Zong: "A birth defect caused by underdevelopment."

The experts: "…"

If you insist… Can you?

Heavenly Devil: "??"

Though he didn't understand the words, the Heavenly Devil sensed it wasn't a compliment. Still, he dared not argue with the Emperor's junior disciple and could only glare at Shuo Zong fiercely.

Shuo Zong showed no guilt and instead retaliated: "You're late."

Taken aback, the Heavenly Devil finally spoke resentfully: "You know very well that His Majesty ordered the entire Demon World to prepare, so I was only slightly delayed."

Upon hearing the word "preparation," the leaders' hearts instantly tightened.

But at the same time, it was as expected. Establishing diplomacy between different nations was already arduous; how much more so for the first-ever détente between two worlds? They had mobilized almost half of their nation's military reserves for this mission, and surely the Demon World had done something similar, hadn't they?

Shuo Zong observed their mutual glances, each face etched with determination bordering on recklessness. He couldn't help but turn away, his heart heavy.

Preparation...

As the leaders drew closer to the Demon World's portal, their nerves became increasingly taut. The fighter jets stationed outside were a precaution against any sudden aggression from the Demon World, should they have designs on the human realm. After all, while they had agreed to establish diplomatic relations, who knew what stance or demands they would actually have? If their requirements were too harsh, or if they harbored hostility towards humans, then humanity could not afford to be passive – they would have to retaliate, no matter the challenges.

With such intentions, they, as the vanguard, were undoubtedly on edge.

Yet, bound by their roles and destinies, these responsibilities were unyielding obligations they had to fulfill.

The senior leader at the forefront, before stepping into the boundary, reached into the depths of his coat pocket where a small pistol was concealed.

What awaited humanity? What consequences would arise from the collision of two distinct cultures?

He stood tall, his back straight, and his hair, flecked with white, bore the marks of time. His eyes shimmered with anticipation as he took one last longing glance behind him. Then, taking a deep breath, he stepped forward into the unknown.

Boom!

A deafening explosion echoed, followed by an unceasing barrage of sounds.

The former leader stood frozen, his eyes wide in disbelief. When his vision cleared, all he could manage was, ".................."

Before him, the barren peaks of the Demon World were ablaze with fiery red firecrackers crackling vigorously. Behind them, rockets had been ignited, one after another, bursting into dazzling fireworks against the dusky sky of the Demon World.

From somewhere afar, a melodious tune drifted through the air—"Hey~ Today is a beautiful day..."

On the open ground, a group of female Mo Luo were dancing reluctantly under the guidance of a vexed demon.

Old Leader: "..."

The other leaders who had emerged from behind him: "..."

Behind Mo Luo, two figures in suits stood side by side. One was tall and robust, while the other was slender and upright. Upon catching sight of them, they gestured subtly, causing two towering Mo Luos behind them to swiftly step aside, revealing the long banners they held in their hands. The banners read—

"Celebrating the Grand Opening of the First Intercommunication Summit between the Asura World and the Mortal Realm!"

Leaders: "...."

Wei Xi stood across from them and swiftly glanced behind the elder leader, his brows furrowing slightly as if he had seen something displeasing.

The elder leader felt a moment of nervousness under his gaze, thinking that his security detail had aroused suspicion. He asked, "You didn't bring any media with you?"

Leaders: "...."

Wei Xi was a bit annoyed. What was going on? They were supposed to be on every world news channel now that the two countries had established diplomatic relations. He had even gone to the trouble of hastily arranging this grand welcome ceremony at great expense, with banners, firecrackers, and even specially purchased formal attire for himself and his disciples (even though his second disciple refused to wear it), not to mention getting his hair styled. Yet, there was no media?

Unity Yi picked up the phone on the ground and turned off the local music, comforting Wei Xi, "Don't worry, Master. We'll take our own pictures. Come on, leaders, let's not have the meeting just yet. Let's take a group photo!"

He handed the phone to a nearby demon and instructed him on how to use it before calling the dazed leaders to stand in front of the banner.

Wei Xi called out, "Que'er!"

Shuo Zong stood with a stern face by the gap, refusing to move until Wei Xi pulled him over for a photo together.

Wei Xi still felt a hint of regret. "It's a shame I didn't open a rift in Taicang Sect beforehand. If I had, we could have returned to the sect and showcased our business license for better publicity."

Shuo Zong: "..."

United Righteousness: "It's no big deal, Master. We can just add it in later with Photoshop. I'm pretty good at using Meitu Xiuxiu. We can even use this material for our next ad shoot."

Saying this, he pulled out a marker from his pocket and handed it to a nearby executive, "I've heard so much about you, such great reputations. Could you all please sign a special autograph? Just write 'Wishing Taicang Sect prosperity among the masses, and continued success,' or 'A conscientious enterprise, a model taxpayer' would be fine too."

The leaders: "..."

Several overlooked leaders finally found their voices, "May we ask, who are you...?"

United Righteousness: "Huh? Aren't you here to establish diplomatic relations with me? I'm Asura Devil King, freshly ascended to the throne."

The leaders: "..."

The leaders exchanged glances for a moment, the elderly, gray-haired leader turning wearily to the guards. "There's no need for so many of you. A few of you go out and invite the experts in."

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Mortal Realm.

The roaring of the airplanes overhead had gradually faded away, yet the man leaning against the window sill, browsing through online speculations about an impending war, couldn't shake off his fear, remembering the grand commotion from the previous night. The cigarette burning between his fingers was forgotten, unsmoked, as he trembled in fear, wishing desperately to pack his bags and flee with his family far away.

Before he could search for flight prices, the mellifluous voice of the noon news anchor on TV rang out—

"Breaking news: The routine military exercise by XX forces in the capital has concluded at 3 PM local time. We apologize for any inconvenience caused to the residents..."

The man paused, listening intently.

Then, he broke into a cold sweat, realizing how absurdly anxious he had been. Living in a peaceful country, he should not have believed the baseless chatter on the internet.