Chapter 0287: Here for Lord Yellow Dragon?

Saint Wen Deli was stunned.
Each of the four Bogues had a peculiar manifestation above their heads—four distinct ones, all hundred feet tall. They resembled humanoid primordial beasts yet were different from them. In the center of each person’s forehead was something like a third eye, of varying shapes.
Saint Wen Deli and the others were so absorbed in what they saw that they forgot thirty minutes had passed.
These four manifestations were formed from the core divine powers of the four Bogues, but they were not yet solid entities—mere shadows.
After a while, as the elemental divine powers above their heads surged violently and four divine essences condensed, emitting light like small suns, the four manifestations let out earth-shattering roars, releasing immense pressure. Everyone in the army around the Transformation Pool paled in shock and stepped back repeatedly.
Saint Wen Deli was surrounded by fire-based divine power, his expression grave.
Yellow Dragon remained calm, but the fact that the four Bogues could produce manifestations while condensing divine essences in the Transformation Pool also surprised him.
He was aware of the existence of such manifestations in the Transformation Pool. They had already learned everything about it before coming.
However, Yellow Dragon didn’t think much of it.
A Supreme Deity of the Highest Rank? A Primordial God?
Yellow Dragon’s gaze wasn’t on these supreme divine realms but on the Chaos Divine Realm.
“Master!” The four Bogues, having successfully condensed their divine essences and stepped ashore, spoke to Yellow Dragon with reverence and excitement.
They knew about the process of condensing divine essences and transforming bodies in the Transformation Pool. They couldn’t hide their excitement at being able to produce manifestations.
Yellow Dragon nodded and smiled, saying nothing. After all, it was normal for them to be excited—producing manifestations was not a bad thing.
“Yellow, Brother Yellow Dragon!” At that moment, Saint Wen Deli snapped back to reality, his tongue slightly tangled.
Yellow Dragon turned and smiled, asking, “Lord Saint Wen, what is it?”
Saint Wen Deli hesitated for a moment before saying, “Who are these brothers?”
Previously, although the Bogues and the others had also broken Marshall’s record like Yellow Dragon, it was just a divine realm. In the Netherworld, divine realms represented lower beings, so he hadn’t taken them seriously. But now it was different. If they continued to grow and produced manifestations while condensing divine essences in the Transformation Pool, they could eventually become Supreme Deities of the Highest Rank—or even, with luck, merge their divine essences to become Primordial Gods!
Primordial Gods… These four were future Supreme Deities of the Highest Rank, possibly even Primordial Gods!

Even as the lord of his own mansion, he had to take the four Bogues seriously.
“Bogue, Nat, Gusta, Fat Lion!” Huang Long pointed at the four Bogues one by one, then said to them, “Bogues, you were able to succeed in forming your divine essences in the Divine Transformation Pool—this is also thanks to Lord Shengwen.”
Indeed, activating and entering the Divine Transformation Pool wasn’t something simple; it required layer upon layer of checks and approvals. But with Shengwen·Deli by his side, all of that was unnecessary. Of course, this was also because Shengwen·Deli had already seen potential in Huang Long, so he personally accompanied him here to do him a favor.
“Thank you, Lord Shengwen!” The four Bogues bowed in gratitude as per Huang Long’s instructions.
Shengwen·Deli returned the bow, slightly flustered, and hurriedly said, “Oh, no, no—it’s nothing, just a small matter. Please stand up.”
“Brother Huang Long, the four Bogues, and all those who have successfully formed their divine essences—let me host a feast in my mansion to celebrate for everyone. What do you say?” Unnoticed, Shengwen·Deli’s tone had changed. Now, he no longer saw Huang Long as a “promising young man” as he had at first glance; instead, he regarded this “mid-tier god” on par with himself.
“In that case, I trouble Lord Shengwen,” Huang Long said with a smile.
To refuse would be an act of arrogance.
“No trouble at all, Brother Huang Long, everyone—please come in!” Shengwen·Deli beamed with joy and laughed loudly.
Shengwen·Deli and Huang Long walked back side by side, with the Bogues and others following respectfully behind Huang Long. Shengwen·Deli sighed inwardly.
Four people who would surely become gods of the highest rank in the future as his subordinates—what a feeling?! Only Huang Long could understand.
His eyes were filled with envy and jealousy; it would be a lie to say he wasn’t jealous.
As for the army of supreme gods following the Bogues and others, their attitude had also changed—compared to when they arrived, they now followed behind them with even greater respect.
“Brother Huang Long, please!” Before long, Shengwen·Deli and Huang Long returned to Shengwen’s Mansion.
“Please!” Huang Long bowed to invite them in.
When the two entered the mansion, they saw rows of armies of supreme gods, guards, and servants standing there, all with serious and solemn expressions—completely different from the treatment they had received earlier.
“Brother Huang Long, I wonder what your plans are for the future?” At the feast, Shengwen·Deli cautiously inquired, looking at Huang Long and the Bogues beside him.
“Find a place to settle down and work hard to earn divine stones,” Huang Long replied with a smile, his tone laced with humor.

After a moment of surprise, Saint Wen Di laughed heartily. “Haha, Brother Huanglong is joking. With your status, do you really need to find a place to stay? If you don’t mind and think highly of me, you can stay at my Saint Wen Mansion. You can stay as long as you like. As for divine stones, how many do you need? As long as it’s not over ten trillion, I can afford it.”

“Ten trillion?” Bog and the others were stunned.

Huanglong shook his head in secret. The master of a mansion truly was different—instead of ten trillion, he mentioned ten million trillion!

Huanglong smiled and said, “Then thank you first, Lord Saint Wen. Maybe I’ll really have to trouble you in the future.”

Though Huanglong spoke politely, his words implied rejection. Yet, Saint Wen Di wasn’t upset. Instead, he said with a smile, “That’s good. Saint Wen welcomes Brother Huanglong and the others anytime.”

Huanglong exchanged a few polite words.

From now on, Huanglong had already planned to leave Saint Wen City and find a place near the Ancient Forest to hide. There, he would build his power while hunting beasts in the forest to cultivate and strive to reach the level of Taiyi Golden Immortal as soon as possible.

But now, everything was false.

Don’t be fooled by Saint Wen Di’s politeness now. If it affects his interests later, who knows if he’ll still be polite to you?

Strength—raise your strength quickly! Huanglong thought to himself.

So, his joke about finding a place to stay and earning divine stones wasn’t empty talk. In the future, when hunting primal beasts, those beasts would be divine stones!

After the banquet, Huanglong couldn’t refuse Saint Wen Di’s hospitality and could only stay at the Saint Wen Mansion for a few days.

Three days later, seeing that Huanglong was determined to leave, Saint Wen Di reluctantly saw him and the others off from the mansion. When he heard that Huanglong wanted to visit the Palace of the King of the Underworld, Saint Wen Di even offered to accompany him personally. After Huanglong politely declined, Saint Wen Di stopped insisting.

“Webb, have someone keep an eye on what Huanglong and the others are doing at the Palace of the King of the Underworld,” Saint Wen Di said after watching them leave, pondering for a moment before addressing a servant behind him.

“Yes, Lord!” the servant replied respectfully.

“Wait a moment,” Saint Wen Di called him back. “Just keep an eye on them. Report once you find out something—don’t follow them.”

“Understood, Lord!” The servant understood Saint Wen Di’s intention and replied respectfully.

If they were followed, Huanglong and the others might get upset if they discovered it.

It was just that this deacon had peculiar thoughts. Over trillions of years, he had never seen their lord treat anything with such caution. Yet, upon thinking of the rumors about Huang Long’s subordinates gathering divine essences in the Divine Transformation Pool, his heart tightened. After leaving the Holy Literature Mansion, Huang Long and the others arrived at the Palace of the King of the Underworld in Holy Literature City. The layout of the Palace of the King of the Underworld was the same in every city. Upon arriving there, Huang Long and the others went straight to the Registration Hall. The Registration Hall was crowded, with thousands of people, most of them lower-ranking gods. Since Huang Long and the others were not wearing the attire of the King of the Underworld, they did not draw attention. Looking at the top twenty-five rows on the jade wall suspended in mid-air in the main hall, they sighed slightly. “Brothers, you’ve come here for Lord Huang Long as well, right?” asked a young lower-ranking god beside them. Huang Long looked puzzled. “Come for Lord Huang Long?” The young god pointed at the people in the hall and said, “Ever since it was known that Lord Huang Long, along with a group of his subordinates from the divine realm, broke Lord Marshall’s record, the Registration Hall of the Palace of the King of the Underworld has become much busier. These people have come not only to check for any changes in the rankings on the jade wall but also out of admiration for Lord Huang Long. Of course, because of Lord Huang Long’s actions, many more people are now signing up for the trials of the King of the Underworld.” Only then did Huang Long understand why there were so many people in the Registration Hall of the Palace of the King of the Underworld in Holy Literature City—there were only a few hundred in that of the Silver Emperor City. They had come for him and the others? Huang Long shook his head and smiled. “Brother, are you also going to register for the first-level trials of the King of the Underworld?” asked the young god. “Register? No, we registered two years ago,” said Huang Long, then led Bog and the others toward the registration desk. “Registered two years ago?” The young god was stunned and muttered to himself, “If you registered two years ago, then why are you here now?” After a while, Huang Long and the others reached the registration desk. The one serving at the registration desk in Holy Literature City was a woman with long light-green hair who had a charming smile. “Hello, may I ask what service you need?” she asked. “We want to apply for the second-level trials of the King of the Underworld,” said Huang Long, then took out the King of the Underworld cards along with Bog and the others. “Ah, please wait a moment, lords of the King of the Underworld!” The green-haired woman was surprised upon seeing all of them produce the King of the Underworld cards and quickly spoke respectfully. Although there were over twenty lords of the King of the Underworld appearing at once, they were all only at the first level. After taking the cards, she prepared to imprint the second-level trials on Huang Long and the others.