News of Bai Yiyuan and Lin Moyu storming into the Sakura Kingdom’s capital and obliterating the Black Dragon Guild’s headquarters spread rapidly, causing a massive uproar. Some criticized Bai Yiyuan for being too overbearing—acting without presenting evidence—viewing it as a public slap to the face of the Sakura Kingdom. To many, his actions represented the Shenxia Empire’s arrogance. However, others praised his decisiveness, arguing that anyone colluding with the Abyssal Demons deserved no mercy. In the end, strength was the ultimate truth. Bai Yiyuan was strong. The Shenxia Empire was strong. And so, no one dared speak out. Not other factions, not other nations. Even the Sakura Kingdom itself swallowed the humiliation in silence. When you were weaker, there was nothing you could do. At the White God Courtyard, Lin Moyu brewed tea for Bai Yiyuan and Meng Anwen. Bai Yiyuan cut him off, “Don’t worry. Nothing will happen.” Meng Anwen added, “The Sakura Kingdom doesn’t have the guts to go to war with us.” Bai Yiyuan snorted, “They’re not that strong. If I really got annoyed, I could wipe them out myself.” Lin Moyu believed him. Bai Yiyuan had the power to back those words. But Meng Anwen chuckled, “Don’t get ahead of yourself. You couldn’t destroy the Sakura Kingdom, unless the old man got involved.” Lin Moyu looked puzzled, “Are there hidden powerhouses in the Sakura Kingdom?” Meng Anwen explained, “There’s one. In their ancestral temple lies a Will God. Once awakened, it can unleash level 98 combat power for a short time, just a step below a half-Transcendent God-level powerhouse.” Lin Moyu was surprised, “Then why haven’t they used it?” Meng Anwen laughed, “It’s their trump card, only used in do-or-die situations. Every activation takes at least a decade to recover, and only if both the ancestral temple and the kingdom remain intact.” Lin Moyu asked, “How long does it last?” Bai Yiyuan answered, “Twenty-four hours.” That was more than enough time to wreak havoc across Shenxia’s territory. In the Shenxia Empire, only the half-step Transcendent God-level powerhouse could stop it. This was the real reason behind the Sakura Kingdom’s confidence. Bai Yiyuan’s bold threats, in truth, couldn’t be fully acted upon. Who would have thought such a small kingdom possessed such a trump card? But the Will God would only awaken in the face of total destruction, a final line of defense. It was much like the Angel Holy Spirit Lin Moyu had encountered in the Wind-Lightning Ocean, a God formed from the collective will of the people. The strength of such a God depended on both the number and power of the wills that formed it. Among Will Gods, Angel Holy Spirits were considered weak. A Will God either never formed or began at no less than level 90, at fake God-level strength. The Sakura Kingdom had over 100 million citizens, far more than the Holy Overseer Church. After hundreds of years of accumulation, their Will God had grown formidable. Lin Moyu asked, “Do we have a Will God?” Meng Anwen shook his head, “No. The Shenxia Empire doesn’t follow that path.” Bai Yiyuan added, “We tried once, long ago. But then an ancestor left a warning—‘Don’t mess with that stuff. It’s harmful to the empire.’” “After that, we gave up on it completely. Even the few statues we built were torn down.” Lin Moyu found it strange. He had never expected such a belief to exist. New questions stirred in his mind. He could ask Antares about it next time they met. His curiosity about the so-called Will Gods lingered. All three communicators rang at once with incoming messages. Reading his, Lin Moyu murmured, “Divine Stone Dungeon? What’s that?” Meng Anwen sighed, “Time sure flies. It’s already been a decade again.” Bai Yiyuan took a sip of tea, “The Divine Stone Dungeon opens once every decade. Each time, the military invites select individuals to challenge it. The rewards are decent.” Lin Moyu’s eyes lit up, “Divine Stone Dungeon... sounds impressive.” Bai Yiyuan chuckled and clapped him on the shoulder, “Don’t get your hopes up. This dungeon isn’t for you.” Meng Anwen added, “The rewards aren’t the main draw. It’s more of a rigorous combat trial, an intense test designed for newcomers. Think of it as a competition.” “You’re just invited as a guest, not a participant.” Lin Moyu asked, “Oh? Then who is it for?” Meng Anwen replied, “Primarily military personnel. After all, it’s under the military’s control. But each great family also gets a slot or two.” Lin Moyu frowned, “How do those representatives form parties? Wouldn’t it be hard to get proud geniuses to cooperate?” Bai Yiyuan grinned, “It’s a solo dungeon. No parties needed.” “Oh, and your Yiyi might be going.” Lin Moyu’s expression brightened. He hadn’t seen Ning Yiyi in a while. He’d tried to reach her after his return, but with no success. She was likely in special training again. Life in a great family was relentless; constant pressure, endless expectations, and rigorous discipline. Meng Anwen nodded, “She probably will. From what I hear, Ning Tairan has been eyeing the dungeon’s final reward for a long time.” Lin Moyu asked, intrigued, “What is the final reward?” Meng Anwen replied, “Half a Talent Divine Stone. You already have a complete one, so it won’t mean much to you.” “Can half a stone even be used?” Lin Moyu asked, puzzled. A complete stone had miraculous effects. What about half one? Meng Anwen said, “It can. But its effectiveness is reduced. At best, it has a 30% chance of awakening a talent.” A complete Talent Divine Stone guaranteed a 100% chance of awakening a talent. A half Talent Divine Stone, even with supplementary methods, only offered a 30% chance. It seemed unfair. But when it came to talent awakening, even a 1% chance was worth seizing. It might not be valuable to him, but for others, it was still a treasure. Bai Yiyuan grinned, “Aside from the dungeon rewards and the competition among the younger generation of the great families, there’s another hidden purpose to the Divine Stone Dungeon.” He put on a mysterious expression, “It’s also a matchmaking event for the young generation of those families.” Lin Moyu was caught off guard. He hadn’t expected that. Content orıginally comes from 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭⟡𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦⟡𝘯𝘦𝘵 The term "younger generation" didn’t just refer to those raiding the dungeon. Many other youths were coming as well. These scions of great families were usually proud and aloof, but once gathered in one place, sparks were bound to fly. There was plenty of friction, but also new friendships, and even romance. Over time, what began as a competitive gathering had slowly evolved into a matchmaking event. There were still ten days until the Divine Stone Dungeon opened. According to Meng Anwen, members of the great families were already beginning to arrive. As invited guests, the three of them didn’t need to rush. The Divine Stone Dungeon was located near the Dimensional Battlefield’s Fortress No. 4. Meng Anwen could teleport there directly. It would take only a few minutes. After a brief discussion, they agreed to depart in seven days. As always, the Dungeon Hall at Xiajing Academy was bustling with activity. Outside, hundreds of people had gathered: some shouting to form parties, others setting up stalls to sell goods. For Xiajing Academy students, aside from rest and classes, this was where they spent most of their time. Lin Moyu stepped out of the teleportation formation and walked into the Dungeon Hall. His appearance instantly drew everyone's attention. The hall fell so silent, a pin could be heard dropping. Lin Moyu sighed. Fame came with its burdens. “Junior Lin!” A cheerful voice called out. He turned and gave a light smile, “Hello, Senior Shu.”