Let the system try to save the world

"I wonder what instructions you have for me, Your Excellency, that you have condescended to come to join my clan?"

The head monk and other older generation monks could tell at a glance that this young man who looked exactly like Xi Wanan was not a disciple of their Tonghe Sect.

The leader had the highest level of cultivation among the group, so naturally he was the first to ask.

"I heard that you were going to hold a grand sports meeting in Xuanqing Realm, so I hurried over here." Xitong said.

“Your Excellency, you don’t know that this sports meet... this ceremony is only for cultivators under the age of 100 to participate. Your Excellency, I’m afraid that…” The head sect leader couldn’t tell the depth of a person’s cultivation, so he could only smile patiently.

"Ah, I'm only twenty-six years old." Xitong made a very small gesture, "still a child."

How could there be a twenty-six-year-old who was above the Spiritual Transformation Stage in this world? Everyone's faces were stiff.

The current record holder for the most powerful god in Xuanqing Realm is Hu Zhuoyou, a disciple of the Goddess Yaoguang thousands of years ago.

He became a god at the age of forty-five.

"I'm not going to participate in the competition." Xitong said, "As for the kids, just give them a little beating. If I take action, I might beat them to death."

"So you want to be a judge?" The head of the sect asked tentatively, "With your level of cultivation, it's easy to do."

"Not really." Xitong waved her hand, "I want to be a sponsor."

"What does sponsor mean?" The head of the sect thought for a moment. He had never heard of such a name before, so he couldn't help but ask his fellow disciples in his mind.

"I don't know." All the elder monks shook their heads.

"Master," Ji Zhuochi, who was eavesdropping on the matter, said hurriedly, "So-called sponsorship is an act in which some businesses provide financial support to certain activities and social groups in order to achieve their own goals."

After hearing this, one person was silent for a while, "Isn't this called being taken advantage of?"

"Not really." The head of the sect has been in the position of head of the sect for many years, so he naturally has a long-term vision. "Think about it, in previous Wuwei Dharma Assemblies, the amount of elixirs we brought to the venue was always more than what we sold in the business?"

"If the elixirs for each session are stipulated to be provided by only one sect..."

"The weapons were also provided by a sect..."

"How much spiritual stones did we earn?" Everyone in Hetong Sect couldn't help but feel regretful, and they felt their hearts bleed. "Over the years, how much spiritual stones did we lose?"

It is no wonder that everyone in Hetong Sect regrets this. The top people in Xuanqing Realm have devoted all their energy to studying magic. Even if they are very smart, the environment they grew up in has never provided them with such conditions.

It seems that no spiritual stones can be obtained from this Wuwei Dharma Assembly at the moment, but who says that we can’t hold an Active Dharma Assembly, a Super Active Dharma Assembly, after a while?

"Senior's request is easy to handle." The headmaster who had figured it all out said, "It's just that the ten major sects have always been united in organizing the Wuwei Dharma Assembly, but even so, there are still losses every year."

What this means is that if all ten of us sects run it together, we will all lose money. Do you have enough money?

"I'm poor..." Xitong wanted to laugh. Some people would question whether the rich have money, but when did anyone question whether the bank has money? "There's only money left."

"Since you are questioning me, I can't just say it here without any evidence." Xitong said, "I have prepared some prizes for the first, second and third place winners. I will show them to you today."

Xitong kept digging from the space.

Xitong first took out a man. The man was tall, upright and majestic. He stood in the center of the hall like a mountain. His eyes were deep and sharp, as if he could see into people's hearts.

The man who lost his patience suddenly stood up, his eyes filled with a kind of firmness and determination that made people dare not doubt that he was a living being.

"A living person... no, a puppet." The head of the sect said in a deep voice. Living creatures cannot be stored in the space. This is an unspoken rule that everyone knows. "A puppet that is almost exactly the same as a living person."

"There's no smell of blood at all. What is it made of?" An elder who was proficient in puppetry ran down from his seat and touched the puppet's skin with great fascination and caution. He couldn't help but exclaimed, "Oh my God, it's exactly the same as human skin."

"It's an organic polymer material." Xitong replied. The puppet stared at the people in the hall. The corners of its mouth rose slightly, and it raised its hand to greet everyone.

“What’s the matter…” The elder shook hands with the puppet in a daze. He suddenly woke up from a dream and ran out of the big hole in the wall, shouting, “I understand, I understand!”

"Xiaoyi, go." Xitong pointed casually, "Tear down this wall, it's in the way."

"Yes, Creator." The puppet, as noble and solemn as a sculpture, moved its wrist and said, "The decoration mode is being activated."

As everyone stared in amazement, a laser beam emerged from the tip of the puppet's index finger, and with a few sizzling sounds, it cut the big hole into a square shape of a door.

Its attire was still simple and elegant. The black suit, which seemed a little strange in the eyes of everyone in Xuanqing Realm, perfectly outlined its figure. It straightened its neatly tied tie and removed one of its hands.

A black muzzle of a gun was exposed at the wrist.

With two bangs, the fallen stones were directly blown into powder by Xiaoyi, and people who were close to them were almost blinded by the dust.

"An increase in dust has been detected, turning on air purification mode." Xiaoyi installed the left hand and removed the right hand. It walked over and sucked all the dust into its body amid the roar of the machine.

"Vacuum cleaner..." Ji Zhuochi said in surprise. Xi Tong noticed him and glanced at him lightly. The latter quickly covered his mouth.

"Everyone has seen the product demonstration." Xitong smiled, "I have to say, Xiaoyi is really a must-have for home travel, murder and robbery."

Murder and robbery... does it mean killing someone and then vacuuming up the contents?

"I won't go into detail about its combat power. You can study it carefully after you get it." Xitong said, "The real strength of Xiaoyi is that it can accommodate the soul."

"Yes, you heard it right." Xi Tong spread his hands in front of the shocked crowd, "It doesn't matter if you are the Ancestor of Destruction, the Heart Devouring Demon without a physical body, or a young cultivator who has just drawn Qi into his body."

"There are always accidents in this world. If you unfortunately die on the road to becoming an immortal, Xiaoyi can give you a chance to start over."

"What are you waiting for? Action is worse than thought. Don't miss it if you pass by." Xitong cleared his throat. It seems that he has downloaded too many short videos to his mobile phone recently. He blurted out everything in one go. "Hurry up... cough."

"Senior, is this true?" a monk asked in disbelief.

"Of course it's true. How about I die now to show you?" Xitong asked.

He was not lying. In the interstellar plane, many dignitaries would prepare such bionic people for themselves. They would start backing up their memories while they were alive, so that once an accident occurred, the memories could be directly imported.

However, bionic people are bionic people after all. They cannot eat or sleep, and their emotions will gradually be erased. Many people often suffer emotional breakdowns after their memories are transferred and eventually end their lives.

Bionic people often only serve the function of relaying last words. To fully realize resurrection, or to explore whether a bionic person with exactly the same memories is the original person, is another topic.

However, there was no need for Xitong to mention these things to them.

"After looking at the third place prize, let's take a look at the second place prize."

"Is this just the third place prize?" Everyone's eyes widened and their mouths opened wide, completely unable to conceal their inner shock.

"What's the champion's prize?"

"This." Xitong took out a round object half a person's height, "A dragon egg, nothing to see."

Xitong threw the dragon egg casually, and it rolled twice and lay quietly on a soft carpet.

An elder was so distressed that he saw blood dripping from his body. He quickly took off his robes and covered the dragon egg with them.

He half-knelt on the ground, gently stroking the shell of the dragon egg. Its surface was smooth and hard, emitting a faint golden light, like a huge gem sculpture.

There is nothing to see in a dragon egg. Someone held his chest with both hands, as if he was hit hard by the sudden shock.

The surface texture of the dragon egg is delicate, as if it is composed of countless tiny scales, each of which glitters with a faint luster. There are also some tiny cracks between these scales, which seem to suggest that the power inside is gradually awakening.

When someone approached the dragon egg tentatively, they could feel a powerful energy emanating from it. This energy filled everyone with awe and curiosity.

Since the invasion of extraterritorial demons ten thousand years ago, most of the dragons in Xuanqing Realm have perished in Chenyan Realm.

The fertility rate of the remaining dragons declined year by year, until finally, all the eggs laid were dead and not a single dragon could be hatched.

The Dragon Clan leader at that time was disheartened, thinking that the Xuanqing Realm was no longer suitable for the dragon clan to survive, so he and his entire clan ascended to live in some unknown small world.

This is also one of the reasons why countless cultivators flock to the Dust and Smoke Realm.

The dragon clan is full of treasures, whether it is dragon blood, dragon horns, or even just a piece of dragon scale, it is a priceless treasure.

The only pure-blooded dragon left in the world is the current Demon King Xiu Bai. Now the people waiting for him to change his scales have lined up from the demon world to the devil world.

Even so, even if one brings generous gifts and flatters the monsters in the Monster Palace with sweet words, one may not be able to get a single dragon scale in the end.

This is the case with dragon scales. If a person can obtain a dragon egg, it is enough to prove his unparalleled cultivation.

Every dragon egg is the lifeblood of the dragon clan. If you manage to obtain a living dragon egg by abnormal means, you'd better look back quickly.

Because Longdan’s parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles and other relatives may be on their way quickly.

A group of people frowned until beads of sweat covered their foreheads, but they didn't wait for the crazy revenge of the Dragon Egg's relatives and friends, and then they breathed a sigh of relief.

Their pupils dilated, and their eyes flashed with deep shock and awe as they looked at Xitong. Some people in the crowd began to talk quietly, their voices trembling with excitement.

"The parents of this egg are both dead." Xitong said, "I know what you are worried about. There will be no dragon seeking revenge."

The people present had replaced this sentence with "I have killed the entire dragon clan". They covered their mouths involuntarily to prevent their screams from being heard.

"So no matter who gets this egg, whether they keep it for their own contract or stew it and eat it, it has nothing to do with me." Xitong said.

"Let me suggest another possibility. If you happen to have dragon blood, this egg can purify your blood and allow you to assume the most powerful five-clawed dragon form."

Xuanqing World is not the only world with dragons. This dragon egg was fished out by Xitong from a small world that had collapsed. Its relatives have been reincarnated in the Law Sea for more than a dozen times, so there is no way to seek revenge.

"Finally." Xitong took out a small bottle and shook it. The liquid inside began to flow slowly like mercury. "The champion's prize."

"Let me think about it. You seem to be more accustomed to calling it 'Tracing the Flow of Light'."

"But I prefer to call it..." Xitong said, "The origin of the world, water spirit."

The eyes of the monks present revealed an expression of disbelief, as if they had seen the most incredible thing in the world.

They pointed at each other, expressing their surprise incoherently, and some even screamed, pushing the whole scene to a climax.

This group of surprised people were completely shocked by the scene before them, and their minds were instantly thrown into chaos.

"At this moment." Xi Tong spread out his hands, revealing a small photo stone, "The ten major sects you mentioned are all broadcasting everything I just said simultaneously."

"I'm ready to put the chips on the table, what about you?" Xitong raised her head and smiled gently at the photo stone in the air.

The Abyss of Ten Thousand Demons.

The conference room was located inside a base that had been abandoned by the Xuanqing Realm. The dim light could only barely illuminate a corner of the table. The heavy black curtains were drawn tightly, completely blocking out the light from the outside.

The people sitting there were playing catch like kids, tossing the photo stones in their hands back and forth.

"It's coming for us." The man sitting in the first seat looked at Xitong projected in the photo stone and smiled softly, "——But who pulled the curtain?"

"I bought it." Li Huo stroked his hair, "The seller on Taobao said that the curtains would make the room feel more like home."

“…Open it.” The leader of the group said, “Why are you pulling the curtains in broad daylight? It makes us look like a gang of villains.”

"Aren't we?" Shen Fuguang raised his eyelids lazily, then lowered his head again, as if he was taking a nap.

The wound left by Xiqihuang ten years ago has not yet fully healed, and he is almost constantly fighting against the corrosion of his body by the Phoenix flame.

"Boss, we are indeed the villains." Su Xin stretched her body and tied herself into a bow.

"Don't be so self-conscious!" Qin Xu slammed the table fiercely, "What is our goal?"

"Resolutely oppose the tyranny of the main system and restore the law to a bright and peaceful world?" Su Xin asked tentatively.

"This is not our slogan at all!" Qin Xu said angrily.

"Because we don't have a slogan at all!" The man on the first seat held his forehead tiredly.