"There’s nothing else, you can go back. Don’t tell anyone about your advancement method," Yang Yuan said.

"Yes, thank you, benefactor!"

Chang Xinrou bowed respectfully once more, then used teleportation to reach the center Teleportation Square of the Overturned Boat Camp, and used the Teleportation Array to teleport into the Alliance.

As an NPC of the Alliance game, she had the authority to enter any camp as she pleased.

Originally, Yang Yuan also had this authority, but he didn’t use it, often overriding the NPC permissions of the Alliance with his own abilities.

Primarily, he didn’t want to interact with the upper echelons of the Alliance at the time.

When his strength was too low back then, dealing with those high-level figures was too passive.

Even though his strength is sufficient now, he still finds it too tiresome to meet those people.

Because it seems no benefit to him.

"Why not have another look at the Alliance Headquarters’ authority structures?"

Yang Yuan pondered, as the Alliance’s authority structures seemed enormous. The building that fell from the sky at that time left a world-covering projection, a memory that remains vivid to this day.

After all, being designed to control the entire Creation Continent, the authority buildings couldn’t be small.

As for the size of the Creation Continent...

Even after traveling through the starry sky, Yang Yuan still felt that the size of the Creation Continent was overly exaggerated, as it extended on a light-year scale.

Although he did not intend to disassemble the Alliance’s authority buildings and forge them, he did want to see what level the Alliance’s authority buildings actually were.

Opening the Door of Arbitrariness once again, he arrived directly above the deepest building within the Alliance Headquarters, a place he had visited once before.

As soon as he appeared, a red-haired burly man walked out.

Upon appearing, the man angrily shouted, "Kid, it’s you again? Do you know flying here is prohibited? Don’t think that just because you used a special item to defeat me last time, you can act so recklessly."

Saying this, he fiercely reached out, with a hint of personal vendetta, and grabbed violently at Yang Yuan.

Yang Yuan glanced at him, also reaching out his hand.

Both their arms grew rapidly in the wind, instantly clashing against each other.

A loud bang ensued.

The red-haired strong man’s arm was directly blown apart, his entire body flew backward, embedding into the wall.

Yang Yuan remained motionless, unemotionally watching him.

The red-haired man was utterly staggered, only now noticing Yang Yuan’s aura.

"Late celestial level, how is this possible?!"

He was precisely the celestial-level creature from the Spirit Race Fire Division, who had gone to the Yellow Island Camp.

Back then, when Yang Yuan went on a rampage at the Yellow Island Camp, he, as one of the game monitors of the Alliance, was displeased with Yang Yuan’s arrogance and attempted to stop him.

His method was trying to forcibly capture Yang Yuan back to punishment, to teach him a lesson about not being too arrogant.

In the end, as soon as he appeared, he got shot down by Yang Yuan’s arrow.

Yang Yuan had used a Marvel to blast him down; he thought that, even if Yang Yuan was outstanding, advancing from Earth Level to Celestial Level in just a few years was already remarkable.

However, upon meeting again now, he discovered Yang Yuan had already reached the late celestial level, astonishing him to the point his eyes nearly popped out.

At this moment, numerous celestial-level creatures in the Alliance Headquarters, upon hearing the commotion, flew out and witnessed the red-haired man from the Spirit Race Fire Division embedded into the wall, alongside the building-top-standing Yang Yuan.

"Yang Yuan, City Lord of Supreme City?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang from afar, "What the hell, late celestial level?!"

Yang Yuan turned to see, suddenly recognizing the speaker as the red-haired man from the Spirit Race Fire Division he had encountered at Sunshine Coast Supreme City.

He couldn’t recall the name. It wasn’t that his memory was poor, but simply he hadn’t bothered to remember that guy’s name.

He only remembered the guy as arrogant, not even bothering to give out his name when they first met, so he had paid little attention.

Even though the guy later did introduce himself, Yang Yuan never cared.

Now, observing Yang Yuan, the guy, seeing his uncle embedded into the wall, pretended not to notice.

"City Lord Yang Yuan?"

At this point, Ao Wuming also arrived, being now a celestial-level dragon race, of prominent strength, a midstream pillar figure of the Alliance.

Seeing Yang Yuan’s late celestial level cultivation, he was utterly shocked.

"City Lord Yang Yuan has reached the late celestial level, how did you advance?" Ao Wuming inquired, his heart shaking. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Oh, it’s Brother Wuming, didn’t expect to see you here," Yang Yuan smiled, nodding towards him.

Ao Wuming chuckled awkwardly, "Feeling embarrassed, I was injured on the battlefield, here convalescing. But City Lord Yang Yuan, a mere few years not seen, has achieved late celestial level cultivation, or maybe... this was your real cultivation all along."

Back when Yang Yuan could blast half his body into pieces with an arrow from ten kilometers away, Ao Wuming had suspected Yang Yuan was hiding his true strength.

After all, under normal circumstances, even a prodigy of unprecedented brilliance couldn’t leap from initial Earth Level to late celestial level within such a short few years.

Such an occurrence is simply unheard of.

"Brother Wuming, have you injured your origin?" Yang Yuan asked.

With his current vision, even without utilizing the Divine Vision Ability, he could easily discern Ao Wuming’s situation.

Seeing Yang Yuan consistently evade his questions, Ao Wuming chose not to pursue the topic, nodded, and with a bitter smile said, "The battlefield is too brutal, though luck favored me, many have died beyond salvation there."