Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8508 8508: Prepared_1

This lecture turned out to be a resounding triumph. Zhao Hai kicked off with the grand Dao, delving into various profound elements of the great Dao. Such lessons were aimed at those on the cusp of breakthrough. These individuals were primed for advancement but might just need that final push. The deep Dao insights he imparted could ignite their potential, driving them to achieve breakthrough on the spot.

Next, Zhao Hai shared his own cultivation journeys. These stories were intended for those taking a steadier path, sparing them countless headaches in their practice. Truth be told, the secret realm's residents remained unaware that Zhao Hai was also guiding the undead inside the spatial domain. The undead there tuned in to his words just the same. A handful had already surged forward in the spatial domain, crafting their divine sparks. Still, they hadn't reached the mystic realm or endured the three nine minor heavenly tribulations from the blood sea realm.

That aside, it wasn't a concern. Zhao Hai planned to bring them into the secret realm soon, where they'd face the three nine minor heavenly tribulations. This approach would grant them genuine Island Lord prowess. Regarding their islands post-advancement, Zhao Hai had it figured out. He'd ensure they grasped that no one would construct an island in the blood sea realm for now. Naturally, this was short-term. With the old master corpse demon no longer a threat, island-building was possible here eventually, though certainly not at present.

On the matter of power of belief, Zhao Hai had a strategy ready. He'd seize an island, claiming all its believers. Then, he'd assign them to those experts, crafting for each a magical artifact featuring an inner space. Believers could dwell inside, supplying the needed power of belief.

Zhao Hai had no intention of handing over the power of belief from the dead spirit race or other realm races to them. In reality, he couldn't transfer that power directly, so alternatives were necessary. Post-lecture, he'd dedicate ample time to artifact forging.

Once the lecture wrapped up, over a dozen bloodsucker team members had ascended to Island Lord Rank. Adding the divine Arms Battalion and ghost wind team, another dozen or so from those groups reached Island Lord Rank. All told, nearly 40 had advanced. Factoring in the undead clan, Zhao Hai commanded close to 200 Island Lord Rank powerhouses. This formed a formidable force, not matching massive sects but surpassing many minor ones.

Surprisingly, the dead spirit race saw the most breakthroughs to Island Lord level this round. After two enhancements, plenty among them were ripe for Island Lord status. Yet, space alone couldn't propel them there. Unlike aliens with their innate genes for such leaps, the undead relied on personal comprehension. Thus, attaining Island Lord wasn't straightforward for them.

Zhao Hai's session this time brought immense gains for them. Over 100 dead spirit race members pushed to Island Lord level—a remarkable feat. Still, Zhao Hai faced a packed schedule ahead, juggling artifact refinement and raids.

Post-lecture came the spectacle of Xu Gang and others facing tribulations. It stirred deep envy, fueling even fiercer cultivation efforts. After Xu Gang and his group triumphed over their trials, Zhao Hai outlined his strategy. He forbade them from erecting personal islands. Xu Gang and company raised no objections. Becoming Island Lord experts didn't faze them greatly. Even before Zhao Hai hit Island Lord, he'd thrashed one like a stray pup. Now as an Island Lord himself, handling such foes would be child's play.

Unlike those below Island Lord rank, who viewed Zhao Hai's power as mighty due to his status, these new Island Lords sensed his true might. As fellow Island Lords, they gauged the strengths of Chang Jun and others clearly. But Zhao Hai's depth eluded them. He resembled an endless sea, vast and unfathomable.

This realization deepened their reverence for Zhao Hai. They recognized their power paled beside his. Any hint of disrespect could invite swift retribution from him.

They also knew their advancements owed much to Zhao Hai's guidance. In essence, he served as their mentor. Disrespecting him risked more than betrayal—it could invite karmic backlash, potentially leading to Qi deviation. No one would gamble with that. Hence, they heeded his every word without a trace of defiance.

Zhao Hai took it in stride. He set the rest to cultivate while urging the fresh Island Lords like Xu Gang to solidify their realms. Meanwhile, he unleashed the dead spirit clan from the hell dimension to tackle heavenly tribulations in the secret realm. The spectacle left secret realm dwellers in awe. They couldn't fathom Zhao Hai summoning so many Island Lord experts. Learning they were all his servants left them dumbfounded—and bolstered their own resolve.

To amplify their might further, Zhao Hai deliberately exited the secret realm. Upon return, he commanded a vast alien horde. Every alien in the force brimmed with strength. Zhao Hai doled them out to the group, designating each as their cloud card. He retained one for himself, specially enhanced with a hint of kun Peng bloodline essence, swelling its size and power.

Upon discovering these xenomorphs were blood cloud beasts in the origin space, shock rippled through, swiftly turning to wild joy. Clutching their cloud beast cards, they departed in high spirits.

Zhao Hai observed them with steady calm. Distributing the aliens served dual purposes: aid and oversight. Loyalty earned leniency, but treachery meant doom—the aliens would be their executioners.

Having traversed myriad worlds, Zhao Hai understood cultivators 'loyalty often wavered. Only steadfast allies like Ding Chunming and Wen Wenhai truly earned his full trust. His caution proved wise; blind faith would have spelled his end many times over.

The blood kill sect's precarious state allowed no slip-ups. Vigilance toward these newcomers was essential. Should they exit the secret realm and any betray them, the entire blood sea realm would turn hostile. Zhao Hai aimed to prevent that nightmare.

With those matters settled, Zhao Hai geared up for refinement. The undead clan posed no issue—they didn't require power of faith as his servants. Plus, the corpse demon forefather's bloodline lingered in them, ensuring reliability. He crafted spatial gear for their Island Lord experts anyway, suggesting they house loyal slaves inside. But he quickly saw it unnecessary. Even sans power of belief, dead spirit Island Lords wielded immense might. Their potent death Qi packed punch rivaling faith power in offense.

For folks like Xu Gang, however, spatial devices for housing people were vital. Down the line, they'd nurture believers within to harvest faith power. This boost would aid their cultivation and battles tremendously.

Yet Zhao Hai's priority wasn't people-storing gear, but the vessel Laura and crew designed. He sought a massive ship boasting vast inner space. It needed to accommodate all, complete with daily necessities. Thus, its interior had to be expansive.

After days of effort, Laura's team finalized the blueprint. Zhao Hai's eyes widened at the concept. The ship appeared modest in size. Crucially, it hinged on one key figure: the bronze man.

The bronze man, a formation entity akin to the formation elder, had shone brightly before with his prowess. He'd rescued Chang Jun and others in dire straits, earning their deep gratitude. Yet the bronze man stayed reserved, rarely engaging. He spoke little even to Zhao Hai, simply executing orders diligently without fuss. A model ally.

This time, Laura and others aimed to bolster the bronze man with extra materials. They'd draw out his ghost core for upgrades, heightening its potency. Then, refine his frame anew to embed a rock-solid inner space. This space demanded stability and scale. It could even split into dual levels. The lower for believers, vast enough for farming, livestock, and training. The upper reserved for Zhao Hai and his core group.