Chapter 150: Volume One Final Chapter: The Bell Ringer of a New World

Having left the borders of the Eastern Wasteland, the speed of Ascension No. 1 abruptly surged to its absolute limit.

The scenery outside the window rapidly rewound. The barren yellow-brown land vanished, replaced by endless verdant mountain ranges and vast lakes shrouded in spiritual mist.

Below the flying vessel, enormous cities occasionally swept past, their prosperity far surpassing any place in the Eastern Wasteland.

The most intuitive change was spiritual energy.

A wave of spiritual energy so dense it was almost tangible rushed straight at them. Taking a casual breath was even more effective than swallowing a low-grade pill in the Eastern Wasteland.

“By my mother!”

Zhang Daniu was practically plastered against the porthole. His honest face flushed red, his eyes wide open.

“Th… this place’s spiritual energy can be drunk!”

He took a deep gulp, smacked his lips, and looked utterly intoxicated,

“I feel like if I don’t do anything and just breathe here, I’ll definitely form a Golden Core within ten years!”

Zhao Wuji wore an expression of shock and obsession. He did not look at the scenery at all, but stared fixedly at the cities below, at the towering canopies of fortune rising skyward, each representing a different force.

“Do you see it… Wu Hao, do you see it! This is what a mature market looks like!”

He grabbed Wu Hao’s arm beside him excitedly, saliva flying everywhere,

“Every single canopy of fortune represents a super brand that has been operating for thousands or even tens of thousands of years! Their market share and brand influence—how could the little workshops in our Eastern Wasteland ever compare!”

He pulled out his small notebook, his pen tip dancing wildly as he muttered to himself,

“Massive customer base, strong willingness to pay, limitless market potential… here, here is simply a holy land of commerce!”

That frenzied look made it seem as though he had comprehended some supreme Dao.

Even the usually aloof Leng Yanran had a flash of surprise pass through her eyes.

Her alchemical spiritual perception was extremely sharp, and she had already sensed that the laws of this heaven and earth were more complete. Several kinds of high-grade plant essences—long extinct in the Eastern Wasteland—were drifting through the air.

“That is… the aura of Nine-Turn Resurrection Grass. According to the records, it went extinct three thousand years ago.”

She murmured softly, waves stirring in her heart.

To an alchemist, this was no different from fields of gold in the eyes of mortals.

They were like a group of players who had just stepped out of the newbie village and were seeing the main city’s splendor for the first time. That double impact—visual and psychological—was impossible to put into words.

The vastness of the world and the insignificance of the self formed the starkest contrast at this very moment.

However, among this group of “country folk” who were shaken to the point of distraction, there was only one person whose eyes held not the slightest trace of smallness or fear. Instead, they burned with a prairie fire.

“Insignificant?”

Chu Feng stood at the bow, feeling that spiritual energy mixed with endless opportunities. The corner of his mouth curved into a crazed arc.

“No, this isn’t insignificance. This is opportunity.”

He spread his arms as if embracing this brand-new world, his voice filled with barely restrained excitement.

“What you see is prosperity. What I see are hundreds of millions of ‘users’ crying out to be fed, countless ‘backward production capacities’ waiting to be integrated, and endless ‘traditional enterprises’ that we can ‘disrupt’ and ‘acquire’!”

“This is the real battlefield!”

Before the words had even finished falling, he abruptly turned around and strode back toward the “Strategic Command Room” at the center of the flying vessel.

Inside the room, a gigantic Mortal Realm map formed of spiritual light floated quietly in midair. Thousands of light points flickered on it, representing forces of varying sizes.

Chu Feng picked up a pen made from thousand-year Vermilion Blood Wood and walked up to the map.

Feng Zhiruo, Zhao Wuji, Leng Yanran… everyone’s gaze converged on him as they held their breath.

Chu Feng raised his pen and first drew a circle in the southeast corner of the map, in a region that appeared somewhat dim.

Inside the circle, he wrote two words—

Angel Round.

Zhao Wuji’s pupils shrank as he sucked in a cold breath and blurted out,

“Angel Round… so the Eastern Wasteland was just our Angel Round financing!”

Chu Feng ignored his astonishment. The pen tip turned and did not pause at all, streaking across more than half the map like a bolt of lightning, pointing straight at the most central region, radiant like a star.

His pen tip slammed down heavily at the center of that region, on a massive light point named “Falling Sun Sacred Sect”.

Immediately after, a huge, aggressively imposing circle—more than ten times larger than the “Angel Round”—was drawn!

Everyone’s heart violently skipped a beat along with that motion.

That was not merely a circle.

That was a declaration of war!

It was the most arrogant proclamation sent to this world!

Feng Zhiruo’s fingertips trembled slightly. As the inheritor of the Thousand Illusions Pavilion, she understood the weight of that name better than anyone.

“Falling Sun Sacred Sect… an immortal sacred land with over a hundred thousand years of inheritance, one that has produced ascended Immortals…”

Her voice was dry.

Zhang Daniu scratched his head, his face full of confusion,

“Chairman, what’s that? Is it more powerful than Nirvana Zen Monastery? Are we going there to sell Diamond Power Pills?”

This time, Zhao Wuji did not laugh. He stared fixedly at that circle. The frenzy on his face faded, replaced by a shiver mixed with fear and ultimate excitement.

“Daniu… that’s not going there to sell goods.”

“That is… a hostile takeover.”

Chu Feng put down the pen and slowly turned around.

His gaze swept across Zhang Daniu’s honest face, across Zhao Wuji’s fanatical eyes, across Leng Yanran’s sparkling pupils, across Feng Zhiruo’s complicated expression, and finally, as if piercing through time and space, met the eyes of every person paying attention to this story.

He cleared his throat and slowly spoke in a tone filled with ceremony, like the opening of a product launch conference.

“Family Members.”

“Welcome to…”

“The real ‘Blue Ocean Market’.”

He paused, the arc of his smile lifting even higher. A light that made even immortals and buddhas tremble flickered in his eyes.

“Our goal is not to acquire the world—that is too vague.”

“Our goal is to let the stock of ‘Ascension Group’ replace spirit stones and become the only hard currency of this world!”

“Now, the countdown to ringing the gong and going public…”

“Officially begins!”

[Volume One · Qingyun’s Rise, Angel Round Financing! — End]

[Volume Two · Contending for the Mortal Realm, Series A Financing! — Coming Soon!]

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