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Chapter 780: Chapter 314: We Might All Die Here...

Surrounded by complex cloud patterns, the back features an abstract arena design.

"These are the participation tokens for our esteemed guests. Please keep them safe. The Tier Three Competition will officially begin in one month. Currently, the Tier One matches have just concluded, and the Tier Two matches are in the registration and qualification stage," explained Sister Wang courteously.

"Thank you, Sister Wang."

Yan Lin took the cards and handed them to Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei.

"You’re too kind! It’s my duty! Wishing both esteemed guests victory in advance!"

Sister Wang waved repeatedly, her demeanor overly humble.

The three of them didn’t linger, turning to leave the hall with the cards.

The whole process was smooth, effortlessly ignoring the curious glances of others waiting to register.

Back in the car, Fang Qingyu stroked the warm black card in his hand, feeling the subtle energy imprint within.

He looked at Yan Lin, who was starting the car again, and said, "President Yan, there’s something I’d like to trouble you with."

"Hmm?"

Yan Lin looked at him through the rearview mirror.

"Could you... let Old Chu and the others participate in the competition too?" Fang Qingyu said, "Have them join the Tier Two group."

Before coming, he didn’t expect Yan Lin’s influence in the Competition Association to be so great, allowing them to skip even the basic identity verification.

It was like a pillow delivered to a sleepy person.

Chu Kuanglan, Qi Hao, Lv Chen, Wei Banmeng, including Lin Yu, all Tier Two Peak experts, who among them hasn’t been through countless battles?

Let them participate in the Tier Two competition.

They could definitely acquire some Pure Crystals.

This would greatly save their training time.

It’s also beneficial for Fang Qingyu because the stronger they are, the lighter his burden becomes.

Yan Lin was silent for a few seconds upon hearing this.

Fang Qingyu could feel her gaze resting on his face through the rearview mirror for a moment.

"Alright," Yan Lin replied straightforwardly without much emotion, "I’ll bring them to register tomorrow."

Fang Qingyu was slightly relieved, nodding: "Then thank you, President Yan."

"It’s nothing."

Yan Lin replied faintly.

Fang Qingyu leaned back in his seat, looking at the swiftly passing street scenes outside the window, feeling a bit helpless.

Yan Lin seemed to value only him and Jiang Wei.

Otherwise, that night, knowing he had such connections, she wouldn’t have only invited him and Jiang Wei.

But would have invited the entire Fang Qingyu team, allowing them to participate in the competition without revealing their identities.

And by speaking up this time, Fang Qingyu naturally owed a small favor.

But it didn’t matter to Fang Qingyu.

After all, it was to help Old Chu and the others improve; this small favor was insignificant in comparison.

The car shuttled through the bustling streets, finally arriving at a more serene and elegant area, parking in front of a uniquely designed skyscraper with a façade entirely made of huge floor-to-ceiling glass walls.

Atop the building.

The four radiant words "Cloud Observation" were particularly striking in the twilight.

"Come on, let’s go up for a meal, and I’ll show you the scenery."

Yan Lin parked the car and unbuckled her seatbelt.

See the scenery?

Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei exchanged a glance, both slightly surprised.

Given Yan Lin’s style, bringing them to such a high-end restaurant likely wasn’t just about dining and sightseeing.

The three took a high-speed crystal lift straight to the top floor.

As the elevator doors opened, the view suddenly expanded.

It was an extremely luxurious rotating restaurant.

The floor at their feet was a glossy dark hue, surrounded by massive floor-to-ceiling windows several meters high, providing a 360-degree unobstructed view of the magnificent and complex steel jungle of the City of Injustice.

The evening sun’s afterglow gilded the cold city with a warm golden edge.

Countless lights lit up like stars, the winding streets resembled a flowing galaxy.

Soft music flowed in the restaurant, with elegantly dressed waiters moving quietly.

The air was filled with the aroma of food and fine wine.

Yan Lin had clearly reserved in advance, leading them to an exceptional window seat.

Outside the giant window, the city’s panorama was displayed in full view.

After bringing the menu, Yan Lin ordered a few signature dishes and drinks without much thought.

During the wait, she didn’t look at the menu or the view outside, but instead clasped her hands under her chin, leaning slightly forward, eyes fixed on a specific direction through the giant glass window.

Fang Qingyu traced her gaze.

Amidst the lined-up, modern high-rise buildings, beyond a wide plaza and green belt, stood a vast architectural complex of a distinctly different style.

The core of that complex.

Was an extraordinarily tall, dark-stone-colored spire main hall.

Its design wasn’t the usual angular or rounded, instead carrying an indescribable sharpness and distortion, with its massive spire like claws piercing the sky, or twisted roots of some malignant giant tree.

Around the main hall, several equally bizarre styled, sharp-lined annexes and towers stood.

The surfaces of these buildings were carved with numerous intricate and abstract patterns.

Under the evening light, they cast deep shadows, from afar seeming like countless eyes watching from the shadows.

The whole complex was surrounded by a stone wall bristling with thorn-like spikes.

Within the walls seemed spread some uniquely structured, labyrinth-like low corridors, and small courtyards.

The entire region exuded an indescribable sense of solemness, repression, and... eeriness.

In contrast to the brightly lit, bustling scenes of other areas.

That complex appeared particularly dark and quiet now.

"Over there," Yan Lin’s voice was low, clearly reaching Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei’s ears, "is the Celestial Punishment Association."

Fang Qingyu’s pupils slightly contracted, his gaze fixed on that strange styled complex, his brows involuntarily furrowed.

After a few seconds of silence, he slowly spoke, his voice carrying a hint of inquiry: "Celestial Punishment Association... is it a religious organization?"

That complex clearly wasn’t modern architecture.

But bore a strong religious style.

Yan Lin lightly nodded, her gaze still not leaving the area, her eyes becoming extremely solemn.

"I have always suspected they were a believer organization of a powerful Alien God."

She paused, seemingly choosing her words carefully, "But later on, I discovered it wasn’t that simple."

She slowly turned her head, looking at Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei, her voice even lower, speaking word by word:

"It’s more like those ancient existences, worshipping some indescribable entity, a pure cult. Do you understand what I mean?"

Cult?

Fang Qingyu was taken aback.

Yan Lin clearly wasn’t referring to the Evil God Cult here.

But Fang Qingyu couldn’t help but feel confused.

With the existence of gods, why would anyone still worship such random nonsense?

Even worshiping an Evil God seemed like a more reasonable thing.

Fang Qingyu slowly nodded, "I understand."

Sitting beside, Jiang Wei’s clear red eyes also flashed a hint of understanding, her voice cool as she added, "Yes, I’ve encountered some cults before."

Yan Lin received affirming responses from both.

Her hands clasped under her chin pressed slightly harder, leaning forward even more:

"Therefore, we must understand clearly what exactly they worship, and what forbidden rituals they possess... Only by truly understanding these... do we have a chance."

Her gaze slowly swept over Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei’s faces, finally fixing on that bizarre complex outside the window.

"Otherwise... we all might die here..."