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Chapter 539: Anling Realm
Seeing the three towering figures before him, Zhang Yu’s heart jolted with alarm. In his mind, he replayed the conversation he’d just had with Fujie after obtaining the orb.
When he’d first laid eyes on the orb left behind by Wuying’s death, Fujie had already surmised what it was.
"This one just managed to unlock the power of the Ling Realm—partly because the Wuye Elder hijacked the Ling Realm both inside and outside the University City, and partly because of this very orb."
"The Yuhua Cult and the Unemployed Cult’s ability to hijack the Ling Realm… their technology must be tied to this."
Fujie’s mind flashed with memories.
"Born from the shadows of the Ling Realm, hiding in its darkness—a spiritual domain created by the Evil God… Anling Realm."
"I never thought those bastards actually managed to pull it off."
"And now, the Yuhua Cult and the Unemployed Cult have managed to exploit Anling Realm."
After Zhang Yu clenched the orb, Fujie attempted to communicate with the power within it, confirming her suspicions.
"Confirmed. It’s Anling Realm."
"But for ordinary Cultists, this thing is only good for communication and tapping into minor Ling Realm energy."
"As for me…"
Fujie swiftly decoded the Anling Realm data embedded in the orb, her excitement growing.
"With this information, I can establish contact with the Evil Gods of Anling Realm."
The thought sent a thrill through her—she couldn’t wait to act.
But if she did, her mental connection to Anling Realm would cut her off from the outside world, severing her link with Zhang Yu. He’d surely notice something was wrong.
At that moment, sensing Fujie’s shift, Zhang Yu asked, “Fujie, what is this thing?”
If it had been the old Fujie, she wouldn’t have hesitated for a second—she’d have lied, hidden the truth, and kept the method of contacting the Evil Gods secret.
But now… she thought of Zhang Yu’s connection to Zhang Pianpian, of how their relationship had grown, of how Zhang Yu had just fought side by side with Yu Xinghan and Shi Huaixu.
“This guy has Zhang Pianpian’s tech support. If he ever seeks help from her later, and she detects my little move… all the trust we’ve built so carefully? Gone.”
“This kid’s trust… actually matters.”
“Damn it… why am I getting so soft around him?”
“No, I’m not soft. I’m just using a method he can accept to gain his trust—so I can harvest him later. And from my observation, the best way to harvest him is to earn his trust first.”
With that, Fujie spoke.
Zhang Yu stared, surprised. “So Anling Realm is part of the Ling Realm? Like a secret chamber, a hidden passage? A backdoor only the Evil Gods know the code to—essentially using Zheng Shen’s Ling Realm for their own ends?”
Fujie replied, “Close enough. You can think of it that way. I’m going to use Anling Realm to contact the Evil Gods. If you’re uneasy, come with me.”
Zhang Yu frowned. “Is it dangerous?”
Fujie chuckled. “This original Divine Path technology behind Anling Realm? I helped build it.”
“Or to put it bluntly—I’m one of the founding fathers.”
“Too bad I never lived to see it completed… I was betrayed before the final stage.”
“Heh. My old friends are probably deep in the higher layers of Anling Realm now. I wonder if I’ll run into any familiar faces in this Kunxu Layer 2 version.”
As she spoke, Zhang Yu was pulled by Fujie through layer after layer of the Ling Realm, until they reached a vast, empty void deep within the Deep Ling Realm—a place known as Anling Realm.
At the very core of this realm, three colossal figures stood around an ancient, weathered wooden table.
They had seemingly been in conversation when Fujie and Zhang Yu arrived. Now, all three turned toward them in unison.
These towering beings were unlike anything Zhang Yu had ever seen—each with a bizarre, otherworldly form.
One was a mass of countless limbs and hands, every single one of them sprouting eyes. It fixed its gaze on Fujie and slowly spoke, “Ah… unexpected visitors today?”
Zhang Yu’s heart sank. “Are these three Evil Gods the true masters behind the Cult?”
Fujie replied, “More like one of them.”
"The Evil Gods may fund the Cult, or turn certain Cultists into followers, granting them Ritual power. But beyond them… there’s likely another force pulling the strings."
At that moment, Fujie and Zhang Yu merged their consciousnesses, manifesting in Anling Realm as a ragdoll-like figure stitched together from rags, buttons, straw, and sewing thread—their shared avatar in this realm.
Zhang Yu said nothing. All communication passed through Fujie.
“Visitors?”
The ragdoll form of Fujie let out a cold laugh, stepped forward, and waved a hand. Instantly, a delicate, ancient chair appeared before her.
The sight startled the three Evil Gods. Fujie had just conjured an object out of thin air—effortlessly.
Fujie casually sat down, eyes fixed on them. “You may call me Fujie—the founding deity of Anling Realm.”
In the real world, or even within the Ling Realm, Fujie would never dare such boldness. But here, in Anling Realm, things were different.
First, she knew the inner architecture of the realm’s Divine Path technology—giving her a powerful edge in concealing her true identity.
Second, she knew a crucial truth: Anling Realm was designed as a secure meeting ground for the Evil Gods. A place where they could communicate freely—no attacks, no combat. A sanctuary.
Seeing Fujie summon the chair, hearing her words, the three Evil Gods fell silent, each silently verifying the claim through their own hidden channels.
Regardless of their thoughts, Fujie now appeared profoundly mysterious in their eyes.
Fujie continued, “You’re meeting here about Wanfa University City, aren’t you?”
The multi-limbed figure, Xi Shen, spoke, “You may call me Xi Shen.”
Xi Shen added, “Fujie, are you interested in Wanfa University too?”
Fujie shrugged. “Who knows? If I were to strike, I’d start with the 666th Floor.”
The second figure, a swirling mass of radiant light, asked, “Why?”
Fujie looked at it. “You can call me Xiang Shen.”
Fujie smiled faintly. “Don’t you know? The 666th Floor is where Wan Hua Shen Jun keeps his physical body. There are plenty of rare, high-value bodies stored there—each one purchased at great cost.”
"Grab just one, and you could extract priceless intelligence from its brain."
Fujie sensed the ripple of mental communication among the three Evil Gods—their thoughts flickering like whispers in the void.
And indeed, they were talking.
"This Fujie can manifest objects so effortlessly in Anling Realm. She clearly knows the system inside and out—she may not be a founder, but she’s one of the oldest."
"The 666th Floor is where Wan Hua Shen Jun stores his bodies? No wonder it’s sealed off, impossible to infiltrate or probe."
"She knows this secret. That means she’s been planting roots in Wanfa for a long time—maybe even converted a key cultivator into her follower."
"Could this be why she’s here? To confront us, to punish us for disrupting her long-term plan?"
"Come to demand compensation? Hmph. Even if she’s an old hand, that’s not how it works."
Her technical mastery. Her deep network of intelligence. At that moment, Fujie seemed more enigmatic than ever in their eyes.
Though Zhang Yu couldn’t hear their thoughts, Fujie pressed on.
“Or perhaps you’re after the Qiongjiang God’s Hua Shen Spirit Armor? Fair enough—it’s the spark that could ignite a University War. I’d be curious too.”
Xi Shen, the many-limbed one, said calmly, “You know about the Spirit Armor?”
Fujie leaned back, hands clasped behind her head. “The Qiongjiang God’s stolen armor? It’s been circulating for years. One ended up in Wanfa’s Laboratory—hardly a secret.”
She tilted her head. “But who exactly are you planning to target? Ciji? Tianzhang? Or that Experiment body student?”
The glowing figure—Xiang Shen—pulsed with light. “The Experiment body student would be the easiest to manipulate.”
Zhang Yu’s pulse quickened. “That Evil God is targeting me?”
Fujie chuckled. “Easy? But what could an Experiment body even know? He probably doesn’t even know whose Spirit Armor he’s using—or where it came from.”
Xiang Shen’s light flickered. “Oh? Then who would you suggest? Ciji? Or trouble with Tianzhang?”
Fujie scoffed. “Ciji? She’s the most likely to become the fourth Hua Shen in twenty years. Taking her down would cost too much. Not worth it.”
She gestured dismissively. “Tianzhang? He’s the Spellcraft Department professor. Any disturbance in the Ling Realm here, he’d sense it first. He’s already prepared. You’d never get a chance.”
Xiang Shen’s light dimmed, then flared. “So this won’t work. That won’t work. Then what should we do?”
Fujie smiled. “Sounds like your followers in Wanfa aren’t very high-level. You don’t understand the inner workings of the university.”
She leaned forward. “If you want to hit the Laboratory, the best target is Feng Yuhao—head of the Research Division.”
(End of Chapter)
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