"Hmph!"

"Hmph!"

Two cold snorts rang out at the same time. The expressions of the powerhouses from the Shadow Divine Court and the Demon King Council both darkened.

The High God from the Eternal Summit did not care at all and continued speaking unhurriedly.

"My Eternal Summit also has Sovereign-level powerhouses presiding over it. However, unlike other factions..."

He paused slightly, his tone carrying a trace of pride.

"When it comes to nurturing geniuses below High God level, if my Eternal Summit claims to be second, then in the current cosmic era, no faction would dare claim to be first."

"As long as you are willing to join the Eternal Summit, we can promise you this... We will help you reach peak High God strength within a thousand years. Furthermore, the Summit will customize an exclusive growth path for you, with a God King-level mentor personally guiding you one-on-one."

"As for the safety of your race and yourself, the Summit will take full responsibility."

When John heard this, his brows moved slightly.

These conditions...

They carried quite a lot of weight.

"What is the price?" he asked.

"Hehe."

The High God from the Eternal Summit smiled and shook his head.

"It can hardly be called a price.

After joining the Eternal Summit, once you reach peak High God level, you will need to regularly undertake advancement missions issued by the Summit. At the same time, within fixed cycles, you will assist in cultivating younger geniuses.

Of course, all of this comes with corresponding contribution point rewards."

"The contribution points of the Eternal Summit can be exchanged for many rare resources that outsiders would not even have the chance to see."

Finally, he looked at John and said sincerely,

"You may consider it carefully."

John nodded slightly.

He was indeed somewhat tempted.

Although the conditions offered by the Eternal Summit were generous, they also seemed somewhat restrictive.

Besides...

There was still one faction that had not spoken yet.

He raised his head and looked toward the Skyvault Consortium representative dressed in dark-golden robes.

"I would like to hear the Skyvault Consortium’s conditions."

When the High God from the Skyvault Consortium heard this, a calm smile appeared on his face.

"There is no need to say much about the foundation of the Skyvault Consortium. Having Sovereign-level powerhouses presiding over us is merely the basic standard. Our faction is filled with powerhouses, and in terms of overall strength, we are sufficient to rank among the top three of the current era."

"As for the safety of your race and yourself, my Skyvault Consortium can likewise give the highest-level promise."

He raised one finger.

"First, to show our sincerity, the Skyvault Consortium is willing to let you personally propose one condition. As long as it does not violate the core interests of the Consortium, the Consortium will satisfy it unconditionally."

"Second, upon joining, you will receive a large amount of contribution points and directly enjoy High God-level treatment."

"Third, the Consortium will open all cultivation resources below High God level to you. As long as you have enough points, you may exchange for them freely."

"Fourth, the Skyvault Consortium can permanently open a spatial passage from the human plane to the plane where the Consortium headquarters is located, completely breaking the external blockade imposed on the human race by the myriad-race universe."

"Fifth, you will have free authority to accept missions and will not be bound by forced summons."

The High God from the Skyvault Consortium listed five conditions in one breath, then looked calmly at John.

"My Skyvault Consortium should be the most sincere among all of us."

"Your Excellency John, do not refuse too hastily. Think it over carefully."

In the void, five gazes fell on John at the same time, waiting for his answer.

John remained silent for a moment.

In the end, his gaze landed on the gray-robed old man from the Skyvault Consortium.

The representatives of the other factions immediately understood what he meant.

The representative of the Demon King Council sneered.

"Hehe. John, since you have chosen them, then prepare yourself to face the revenge of my Demon King Council in the future.

Some choices...

Are not so easy to make!"

After saying this, he waved his sleeve and led the demigods of the Demon King Council back into the rift.

The representatives of the other factions merely nodded slightly before withdrawing one after another.

...

After the final batch of faction representatives left, only the gray-robed old man from the Skyvault Consortium remained in the void.

John looked at him.

"I can join you, but what is the price?"

Just now, the other factions had clearly stated both their conditions and their costs.

Only the Skyvault Consortium had skipped that part.

When the gray-robed old man heard this, a rare trace of hesitation appeared on his face.

His gaze flickered slightly, as if he were carefully weighing his words.

Before coming here, that Saint had only instructed him on the recruitment conditions. As for the matter of price, that Saint had not mentioned a single word...

Or perhaps, even that Saint had not decided what price to ask for.

After a moment of silence, he spoke.

"For now, there is none.

If it becomes necessary in the future, we will certainly seek Your Excellency’s own opinion. How does that sound?"

John looked at him and nodded.

"Acceptable."

The gray-robed old man visibly breathed a sigh of relief. With a flip of his wrist, a palm-sized token appeared in his hand out of thin air.

The entire token flowed with a warm golden luster. On the front was carved the relief of a towering tower, while the back bore an ancient scale emblem...

The symbol of the Skyvault Consortium.

"With this token, you may freely enter and leave the plane where the Skyvault Consortium’s headquarters is located. As long as Your Excellency steps into that star domain, a powerhouse will naturally come to receive you."

He handed the token to John and added,

"Inside the token is a small dimensional space. Within it is a small greeting gift I am passing on from the Saint. Consider it a token of goodwill from the Consortium."

John accepted the token.

It felt warm and cool in his hand, neither metal nor jade, yet heavy. The law fluctuations within it were extremely restrained.

"Thank you," he said with a nod.

"Farewell."

After the gray-robed old man finished speaking, his figure dissipated like a wisp of smoke. Not even the slightest spatial ripple was left behind in the void.

John watched him leave, then sent his divine sense into the token.

The dimensional space was not large, roughly the size of a small room. At its center floated a translucent crystalline token, radiating pale-blue law light.

[Ding! You have obtained Time Tower Ticket (demigod grade)!]

[Prompt: With this ticket, you may challenge the corresponding floors of the demigod-grade Time Tower!]

John raised his brows slightly.

It was actually a Time Tower ticket.

He had heard of this item when he cleared the Space Tower. The Time Tower was an even higher-level trial ground.

It was said that every floor corresponded to a type of law source. Successfully clearing a challenge would directly temper one’s law imprint, making it far more efficient than ordinary cultivation.

For the Skyvault Consortium to offer such a rare item right away, their sincerity was indeed real.

"I haven’t challenged the demigod-grade Time Tower yet. This comes at just the right time."

"I also need to complete the peak demigod ranking assessment... I’ll let my puppet clone go."

As John sighed inwardly, he suddenly felt that although there were many things to do, it was fortunate that he had his puppet clones to handle the burden.

He put the token into his backpack and raised his eyes toward the depths of the demon realm.

There, hundreds of billions of demon race remnants were collapsing and fleeing.

The corners of John’s mouth curved slightly.

"It’s time to finish this."

In the next instant, his figure vanished from where he stood.

Above the demon realm, John’s divine sense spread out like a curtain of heaven, enveloping the entire demon realm within his perception range.

His figure flickered in and out of the void. Every time he appeared, a demigod-grade demon race powerhouse turned into white light and disappeared.