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The next second, the voice of the Corpse Demon Tu Junfang, always filled with absolute respect, resounded deep within his mind.

"Master, the parliament of the Kingdom of Leigh has just concluded."

"They have decided to feign surrender and deceive you, while secretly continuing their war preparations."

"Ah……"

A very soft chuckle escaped Mo Wen's throat, as if he had heard some childish words.

He was really patient; he actually finished the meeting.

"Give me a little more strength, Rong'er."

He didn't even bother to open his eyes, but simply turned his head and gave an instruction to Fu Rong behind him.

Fu Rong hummed in agreement and increased the pressure on her hand, making Mo Wen squint his eyes in comfort.

Immediately afterwards, he gave Tu Junfang a new command in his mind, his voice as flat as if he were saying, "The weather is nice today."

"Tell them a message."

“Tell them I can accept ‘surrender’.”

"However, my patience is limited."

“If I discover any more lies, they won’t need to hold meetings anymore; they can go straight to hell to discuss the future of their country.”

"Yes, Master."

Tu Junfang's voice immediately obeyed the order and disappeared without a trace.

He did not ask how to convey the message.

Because he knew very well that the master's will was the supreme law, and he only needed to choose the most effective way to carry it out and the way that best reflected the master's authority.

Immediately afterwards, Tu Junfang contacted a Tang Sect disciple who had just completed an assassination mission in the Kingdom of Yi Lie and was preparing to lead his team to evacuate through the Martial God Temple's secret network that spanned the globe.

Tang Wenlong.

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The National Assembly Hall.

"Come, let's drink to our final victory!"

The Minister of Defense, beaming with pride, raised a wine glass brimming with red wine and made the proposal.

The other high-ranking officials also raised their glasses, their faces bearing knowing smiles, ready to celebrate their "brilliant" decision.

However, just as the glasses were about to clink...

A sudden change has occurred!

"Sizzle...sizzle..."

A faint, teeth-grinding sound suddenly broke the silence of the conference room.

Everyone froze, turning to look in the direction of the sound.

On the wall in front of the conference hall, which was said to be made of the highest grade alloy and strong enough to withstand the direct impact of missiles, lines of scarlet writing slowly appeared, as if written out of thin air in blood by an invisible hand!

"I accept surrender."

"Any more lies will be met in hell."

The handwriting was distorted, as if carrying the writer's endless sarcasm and murderous intent, and every stroke exuded an intense, irresistible stench of blood.

A bone-chilling cold instantly enveloped the entire hall.

It was as if the air conditioner temperature had suddenly been turned down to below freezing, freezing everyone's blood.

"boom!"

The defense minister could no longer hold the wine glass in his hand, and it slipped from his grasp, shattering on the expensive carpet, splashing bright red wine everywhere, like a pool of real blood.

The smiles on everyone's faces froze, replaced by an indescribable horror and disbelief.

They looked around in horror, but the internal alarm system did not respond!

The elite guard stationed outside, composed of the nation's most capable individuals, did not issue any warnings!

"This...this is impossible..."

The speaker's face was ashen, his lips trembled violently, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Just a second ago he was confidently saying, "The God of War can't be watching us all the time."

The next second, the will of the God of War descended upon their most central and safest place in such a miraculous and completely incomprehensible way!

This is not a warning!

This is a trial!

All their secrets, their self-righteous schemes, are utterly laughable in front of the other side, as if they were transparent!

"Who! Who did this! Investigate! Find the culprit!"

A military general roared uncontrollably, but the violent tremor in his voice completely exposed his inner collapse and fear.

Another elderly official suddenly went limp and slumped completely into his chair, his eyes vacant, muttering to himself:

"It's over... He knows everything... He knows everything... We're like a bunch of clowns... a bunch of self-righteous clowns..."

The extreme fear instantly overwhelmed all anger, resentment, and wishful thinking.

With all his might and trembling hands, the speaker picked up the internal communicator on the table and, in a hoarse, almost distorted voice, issued orders to the outside world.

"Immediately...immediately! Draft a permanent peace agreement with Jia Sha! Unconditionally! Withdraw all troops from the border! Quickly! As fast as possible!"

He no longer dared to harbor even the slightest bit of wishful thinking.

Because he understood that next time, what would appear on the wall might not be words written in blood, but all of their names.

The next day, the news spread, and the world was shaken.

With unprecedented humility, the official media of the United States publicly apologized to Saudi Arabia and announced its commitment to lasting peace, withdrawing all threatening military deployments.

This scene left all international observers and intelligence agencies paying attention to the situation in the Middle East completely astonished and baffled.

In the Kingdom of Jiasha, when countless people emerged from the war-torn ruins and saw the enemy army, which had been poised to attack at any moment, truly retreat like a receding tide, their initial disbelief turned into earth-shaking cheers.

Countless people knelt on the ground, facing east, weeping and kowtowing, thanking the legendary god of war for his protection.

At the headquarters of NaDuTong, Zhao Fangxu looked at the latest international intelligence on the screen, let out a long sigh, and his eyes were filled with complex and incomprehensible emotions.

"He didn't even... leave the Dragon Kingdom once."

Bi Youlong, standing beside him, remained silent, but the fine beads of cold sweat on his forehead betrayed the turmoil in his heart.

A single word can determine the policy of a nation; a single thought can stop a war in a region.

This power is beyond their comprehension.

Meanwhile, at the eye of the storm, in Mo Wen's manor, all was calm and peaceful.

Feng Shayan and Lu Linglong were arguing over a trivial matter—

They were arguing fiercely about who would go shopping with Mo Wen this afternoon, while Fu Rong watched the spectacle with a secret smile.

Mo Wen was completely unconcerned about the uproar caused by the outside world. To him, it was really just a trivial matter, like casually crushing a buzzing flea, not even worth his time.

He was enjoying this hard-won peace and tranquility.

However, the magical ring on his finger glowed almost imperceptibly once again.

This time it wasn't Tu Junfang.

It was an urgent message from a top-ranking assassin, someone he had personally placed within the Emerald Society, Europe's oldest and most mysterious organization of supernatural beings.

The assassin's voice, transmitted through the magical artifact, resounded directly in Mo Wen's mind, carrying a hint of excitement from the depths of his soul that even he himself was unaware of.

“Master, the Emerald Society’s treasure, the Philosopher’s Stone, has been resonating with you unusually ever since you withstood a nuclear explosion in the United States several years ago, ascending to immortality while preserving your spirit.”

"According to the oldest secret documents within the Society... this reaction may be related to the legendary 'Root of the World'!"

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"The Philosopher's Stone... the Root of the World?"

Mo Wen's eyelids twitched slightly, and no one could see the deep, dark light that flashed in his eyes behind his sunglasses.

He didn't immediately respond to the voice in his mind, but lazily turned his head to Fu Rong behind him and said, "Rong'er, use a bit more force."

"Okay, okay." Fu Rong responded obediently, increasing the pressure on her hands as she focused on relaxing his muscles. She could feel that although Mo Wen's body appeared relaxed, something seemed to be awakening beneath that calm.

"What's wrong? Did some blind fool pop out again?" Fu Rong asked softly.

"Hmm, a bunch of old guys clinging to their antiques are getting nervous now that they've discovered their precious gems are reacting to me."

Mo Wen's tone was as calm as if he were discussing today's weather, "Interesting, I'll go take a look."

As soon as she finished speaking, Fu Rong felt her hand go empty.

Mo Wen, who was sprawled on the recliner just a moment ago, had vanished as if he had never existed. Only the half-finished glass of watermelon juice and the lingering warmth of the recliner proved that he had been there just moments before.

Feng Shayan, Lu Linglong, and the others in the pool also noticed something was wrong. They stopped playing around and looked over, their faces showing a mixture of curiosity and worry.

Fu Rong smiled and reassured him, "It's nothing, he just went for a walk."

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Deep in the Alps of Europe, there is an ancient castle with an unremarkable exterior but an interior of extreme luxury and magic.

This is the headquarters of the Jade Society.

Inside the most central conference room, the atmosphere was so heavy it seemed to drip water.

Councilor Spencer's face was gloomy as he looked at the Philosopher's Stone on the table in front of him, a blood-red crystal that floated in mid-air, its entire body flowing with liquid luster, as if it possessed life.

“The resonance is getting stronger and stronger.” An elderly man with white hair said with worry in his eyes, “Ever since that Dragon Kingdom Martial God withstood the nuclear explosion a few years ago and revealed his true form as a dragon, the Philosopher’s Stone has never been at peace.”

Another woman in elegant attire frowned and said, "According to historical records, the Philosopher's Stone only exhibits this unusual behavior when the world's rules undergo drastic changes or when an entity that touches upon the 'Root' appears."