Chapter 1224


    Chapter 1224 Paradise


    Sterio stood by Abraham’s side, attentively listening as Abraham introduced him.


    Meanwhile, he smiled at the people around him earnestly.


    "And behold, here is proof that they are outsiders!"


    Abraham proudly proimed, showcasing a bag of hot Cheetos.


    The intrigued onlookers couldn’t help but discuss among themselves when they saw the bag of hot


    Cheetos.


    "What’s that?"


    "I don’t know.I’ve never seen anything like it before.But judging from the smell, it must be really


    yummy."


    "Are they really outsiders?"


    The vigers engaged in animated discussions while Jonathannded on the ground.


    ncing at Jonathan, Abraham reached out his arm and said, "This is Jonathan Goldstein.He’s the


    one who gave us the hot Cheetos.From now on, he will be our friend.Remember what he looks


    like!"


    "Isn’t this such an informal way of introducing us?"


    Jonathan mumbled to Abraham.


    In these circumstances, shouldn’t we meet the vige chief or someone in a higher position first? It


    seems like Abraham is nning to bring Sterio and me on a parade.


    Abraham tucked away the bag of hot Cheetos and yfully draped his arm around Jonathan’s


    shoulder.


    "I’m ensuring that they recognize you so they won’t mistakenly harm you during the war."


    "War?"


    Jonathan stared nkly at Abraham.


    "War against who?"


    "Yannopolis!" replied Abraham matter-of-factly.


    "Do you think that it’s so easy to enter our vige?"


    As Abraham spoke, he turned to look at the vigers.


    "Do you know how this vige was established? Everyone here has suffered under the oppression of


    Yannopolis.They could not endure it any longer, so they were chosen by us toe here."


    As Jonathan listened to Abraham’s words, he observed the joyous people around him.It was difficult to


    imagine the hardships they had endured before.


    Since entering this vige, Jonathan felt as though he had stepped into a paradise.


    Life seemed content, peaceful, and harmonious.


    Every adult cultivator had at least reached God Realm.


    Although Abraham hadn’t mentioned it earlier, Jonathan could roughly guess that the vige was


    another force other than the one hundred and eight viges.


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    Initially, he had assumed they were merely establishing a new utopia here.


    However, it became clear that they intended to wage war against Yannopolis from Abraham’s words.


    Indeed, wherever there was oppression, there would be resistance.


    It was akin to the external world, where the ultimate goal of the Asura’s Office was to overthrow the rule


    of the eight respectable families.


    Here, the people’s ultimate objective seemed to overthrow Yannopolis’s oppressive rule.


    Abraham looked proudly at the people around him.


    "Mr.Goldstein, do you know that when our first ancestors arrived here, there were only a few dozen


    people? But now, after hundreds of years, we have weed manyrades with the same goal.Our


    poption now exceeds twenty thousand!"


    Twenty thousand… Jonathan started contemting silently.


    Although that seemed like a lot of people, they were far from being able to aplish much.


    The smallest vige in the hundred and eight viges had at least ten thousand people.


    Some even had tens of thousands.


    If he were to include all the cultivators scattered throughout the entire small world, there could be over


    three million of them.


    To manage such arge poption, Yannopolis definitely had quite a few God Realm cultivators.


    Jonathan had discussed this issue with Greyson before.


    There were cases of cultivators who had trained secretly and led violent uprisings in the viges.


    However, they didn’t even reach Inner City.


    The thousands of envoys in Outer City rapidly suppressed the uprisings.


    ording to Greyson, the thousands of Outer City envoys were only dispatched to the viges where


    there were uprisings.


    To prevent the riots from spreading, envoys were dispatched by Outer City to suppress the viges


    even though no uprising had urred there yet.


    Nearly a hundred Divine Realm cultivators were sent to each vige.


    They were tasked to kill any cultivators who disobeyed orders.


    Looking at the statistics, it would be difficult for Abraham’s vige of twenty thousand people to even


    breach Outer City.


    "Abraham,"


    said Jonathan as he looked at Abraham with a frown.


    "I don’t mean to pry, but I have a question.


    How many of these viges have you established in total?"


    Abraham looked at Jonathan suspiciously.


    "Why are you asking?"


    Seeing Abraham’s reaction, Jonathan realized that Abraham had misunderstood his intention.


    He quickly exined, "Don’t misunderstand.


    I don’t mean to gather intel about you.


    But based on what I know about Yannopolis’ strength, it would be difficult for you to seed with only


    twenty thousand people."


    Before Abraham could respond, a cheerful voice came from behind them.


    "That’s why we need the help of outsiders like you!"


    Jonathan turned around and saw an elderly man standing several meters away with a cane.


    There was someone holding onto him.


    Jonathan could not tell how old the old man was.


    His face was sagging, as if the skin could detach from his bones at any moment, giving him a very


    aged appearance.


    When the old man appeared, everyone, including Abraham, stepped forward with his left leg and


    saluted.


    "Sage!"


    Respectful greetings echoed across the ce.


    Everyone in the vige square, except Jonathan and Sterio, fell to their knees.


    Sterio dashed to Jonathan’s side.


    "Looks like we’ve met the head."


    "Head?"


    Jonathan replied softly, "Do you think that this is the Mallory family? You should call him the chief."


    "The chief…"


    Sterio pouted.


    "It’s not like we’re in a jungle tribe."


    The two of them approached the old man and nodded slightly in salutation.


    "I am Jonathan Goldstein.


    Greetings to you, Sir."


    As Jonathan spoke, he sped his hands and bowed at the old man.


    However, when Jonathan bent down, two invisible forces of spiritual energy appeared from the sides of


    the old man and gripped their ankles.


    "What the f*ck?"


    eximed Sterio in shock.


    Jonathan grabbed his cor and tossed him aside.


    Holding the spinning chessboard, Jonathan fixed his gaze on the old man emotionlessly.


    "Sir, it’s our first time meeting.


    We have no grudges against each other.


    What is the meaning of this?"


    "Kill them,"


    instructed the old man.


    The man and woman beside him, both young cultivators at God Realm, rushed toward Jonathan and


    Sterio without any hesitation.


    "We shouldn’t have trusted these people!"


    roared Sterio, dodging the woman’s attack and grabbing her wrist.


    "Die!"


    Sterio mped his right hand around the woman tightly, attempting to throw her aside.


    However, he realized that he was much weaker than her.


    Feeling like his leg had been pierced by an iron spike, he lost his sense of bnce and was lifted high


    up in the air.