Polar Industrial City, the headquarters of the group.
Here, it had been temporarily cleared out to serve as the alliance’s command center in this city.
At this moment, one of the large offices had been tidied up spotlessly clean, with no extraneous items left behind.
About a dozen sisters, under the leadership of Superior Georgette, were using some kind of green material to draw many complex and sacred patterns and lines on the walls and floor of the room.
After completing these, they gathered around Gu Hang, who was sitting cross-legged in the center of the room with his eyes closed, and chanted sacred texts under the direction of Superior Georgette.
Outside the door stood a group of space warriors, along with Alliance Brigadier General Tadeusz.
They were not in the mood to chat idly; they even felt they should not be standing there.
Logically, even if Mr. Gu needed to undergo an inspection, there should have been these loyal warriors standing by his side, guarding him, rather than just waiting outside the door as they were now.
But what could be done?
Despite the unreasonable demands made by those battle nuns, what really made them comply was the order from Mr. Gu himself.
Mr. Gu had told them not to worry and to wait outside with peace of mind.
In Mr. Gu’s words, that meant he had complete trust in these battle sisters who had made significant contributions to Rage Owl Star and the alliance.
What else could be said?
They could only wait.
Inside the room, the sacred ritual conducted by the sisters had reached its final stage.
The sacred text they were chanting became more and more grandiose; visible light was even emanating from them, spreading outwards, merging with all the sacred patterns they had drawn, causing a slight tremor in the air and immersing Gu Hang, who sat with closed eyes in the center of the room, within it.
Finally, the chanting ended and the light dissipated.
At this point, Superior Georgette, looking slightly weary, slowly began to speak, “Mr. Gu, our inspection is over.”
Hearing this, Gu Hang opened his eyes and said with a smile, “How did it turn out?”
Georgette could tell that although Mr. Gu’s question was phrased as a doubt, it was actually filled with strong confidence.
And now she truly understood where that confidence stemmed from:
“We can now confirm, Mr. Gu, that there is absolutely nothing wrong with you,” Georgette stated.
There was no such cliche as ‘although I didn’t find anything wrong, I still feel like something is off.’ Georgette and the sisters she led trusted the results they came up with.
They had used the highest standard of detection available; Mr. Gu, under investigation, also seemed very open, with nothing to hide; and the final result indeed proved that there were no issues, no signs of corruption by evil whatsoever.
What then was there left to doubt?
On the contrary, they breathed a sigh of relief.
Over the past year and a half, their activities on Rage Owl Star had been greatly supported by Mr. Gu, and the cooperation could be considered quite pleasant. Of course, they did not wish for Mr. Gu to encounter any problems.
The current result was a cause for celebration for everyone.
Gu Hang stood up and, with the help of two battle nuns standing behind him, put on his coat. He then said to Georgette, “According to a message from Revival City, the visitor from Korolya III will arrive tomorrow. By then, I will take some people and try to rush back to Revival City. I plan to host a banquet to welcome our visitor from afar.”
“No, there’s no need,” Georgette declined with regret in her tone, “The situation with Korolya III is dire, and there is no time for banquets. We will depart immediately once the ship from the Sisterhood arrives. This is not a sign of disrespect to you, Mr. Gu, but we must hurry. Please understand.”
Gu Hang sighed, “Alright then. You have important business to attend to; how could I possibly insist on stopping you? I just truly wished that you could rest well for a day before leaving after having just eliminated the Cult and faced the Evil God.”
“We have several days’ journey from Rage Owl Star to the Korolya Star System, which is more than enough time for us to rest.”
“Alright, since you are determined to leave, I won’t hold you back. I will allocate three Wind Falcons to take you to Revival City right now to await the ship’s landing,”
“Thank you, Mr. Gu.”
…
Offering to have the Battle Nuns stay was merely a formality.
If they wanted to leave, then let them. It would even save the money for the banquet.
Besides, these nuns have an incredibly sharp instinct in certain matters. Having them around could indeed complicate things.
The nuns from the Sacred Order of the Merciful Lily couldn’t find any issues with him, which was expected. After all, there was nothing wrong with Gu Hang.
He hadn’t tried to assimilate the divine essence left behind by the Primal Fury Owl. The control over it was due to the system’s capabilities. What could those nuns possibly find from their investigations?
However, if Gu Hang wanted to test out the newly acquired “Essence of the True Realm,” it would still be better to have the nuns away.
He stepped outside, comforted his loyal subordinates for a while, and after some time, he saw that the Wind Falcons carrying the nuns back to Revival City had departed. He then found an unoccupied office.
After declining to meet with the surrendered management of Polar Industrial Group and ordering that nobody disturb him without permission, he began to summon his spiritual energy.
In an instant, Gu Hang’s vision whitened, and he found himself in a desolate space with a bright blue lightning sun in the sky.
This was his spiritual projection into Hell’s Abyss.
In the past, achieving this would have been troublesome. It required a large number of people in the real world, a great sacrifice, and complex rituals to create a pathway for a brief descent.
Now, Gu Hang could do it with just a thought.
He looked up at the blue sun for a moment.
That object was the essence of the True Realm.
With its presence, the Storm God Kingdom, which should have collapsed into chaos indistinguishable from the rest of Hell’s Abyss, was preserved.
Although the land was still barren, at least the dark clouds that once enveloped it were gone.
With a thought, countless points of light suddenly emerged on the desolate ground.
At a glance, there were about three thousand.
They changed and expanded, eventually becoming recognizable figures dressed in uniforms of the Alliance soldiers.
…
Colonel Derek lowered his head, looking at his hands emitting a blue glow, translucent in appearance, his expression bewildered.
Did I not just die?
What is this now?