The towering platform stood precariously high, reaching into the clouds, its surrounding steel framework coupled with the black stone base resembling a small mountain.

White and the others stood at the valley exit, gazing at the magnificent Sky-Piercing Platform in the distance, their eyes gradually hardening with resolve.

"How is the transfer of personnel going?" White turned and asked Simon behind him.

"Lord White, 160,000 of the 200,000 personnel from the Ten Great Barracks have been moved through the [Gate of Nature] overnight. If we try to move the rest, I fear we will run into the enemy!" Simon replied, bowing low.

"Four thousand left?" White frowned. "Once I reach the Sky-Piercing Platform, continue transferring the remaining people. Leave only the outermost defense as cover!"

"Yes!" Simon responded.

"Once all personnel are transferred through the [Gate of Nature], blow up the gate. Leave no trace!" White continued.

"What? Destroy the [Gate of Nature]? Then what about you, Lord White?" Simon quickly asked.

"Us... hehe, we probably won't be coming back this time!" White's voice held a trace of sorrow as he spoke. "Once you escape, follow Dictus's lead. Do everything possible to find the Big Boss!"

"But..."

"No 'buts.' This is an order!" White’s tone stiffened, the aura of a supreme military commander naturally emerging: "Our goal is to protect the Big Boss!"

"Yes..." Simon's eyes slowly welled up with tears. Looking at White’s face, he immediately knelt on the ground: "I... the luckiest thing in my life, Simon, was following you, Lord White!" With that, he kowtowed three times.

White shook his head. "In the future, take good care of the brothers. Finding the Big Boss and protecting him will let me rest in peace!"

Simon’s tears streamed down his face, and he couldn't get back up.

White showed anger: "How can the dignified Commander of the Personal Guard act like a child? Get up!"

"Yes!" Simon stood up.

White turned to look at the encampment in the valley, his gaze softening from sternness to tenderness. Suddenly, his eyes fell upon a solitary grave on the distant hillside.

"Xiao Rou, my daughter, Daddy will be with you soon!" After saying this, he narrowed his eyes slightly, preventing any tear from falling, and abruptly turned, saying, "Old Yan, are you ready?"

Old Yan, standing nearby, glanced at Jun Wunian beside him: "This..."

Jun Wunian said, "Have you thought this through? You should know the consequences of doing this!"

White said lightly, "After Xiao Rou left, the only thing worth me clinging to in this world is the Boss of the Legion. If we can save the Legion and the Big Boss this time, what does dying a hundred times matter!"

Jun Wunian gave a wry smile and turned to Old Yan, laughing, "Alright, fine by me! But Old Man Yan, is your method really reliable? It's not another untested idea, is it?"

Old Yan rolled his eyelids: "How dare you doubt me, you old fool? I've tested this method countless times, though... sometimes it failing to work can be forgiven..."

"..." Jun Wunian, White.

Old Yan pulled a jade-green pill from his robes: "Swallow this. It can ignite a person's potential. As long as Old Man Jun transfers all his cultivation to you, it can completely transform your appearance within three hours!"

"Will my father's cultivation transfer affect him?" White asked.

Having pretended to be father and son for over a decade, the address came out smoothly without hesitation.

"No, at most he won't be able to use his power for three months. After three months, as long as I am here, I can slowly condition him back to health. However, you... forcefully boosting your potential this way will cost you at least ten years of life. Have you thought this through?"

"I have! Let's begin!" White said, his eyes holding not a shred of hesitation. He accepted the pill and sat cross-legged on the ground, swallowing it.

After a while, his face turned pale, and wisps of white smoke rose above his head: "Ah..." The intense pain caused him to roar out loud.

"It can begin now!" Old Yan turned to Jun Wunian.

"Good!" Jun Wunian placed a hand on White’s body, and instantly, a powerful, surging force poured into White like waves.

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"White..." From a distance, Kam saw White’s pained expression and couldn't help but feel tears welling up.

"Lord White, what is he doing..." a soldier beside him couldn't help but ask.

"Alas, he’s impersonating the Big Boss!" Kam said.

After figuring everything out last night, White had discussed the plan with Kam. Looking at the appearance of the heretics, the Big Boss must possess something they desperately sought. If the Big Boss showed up, he would surely become the target of all attacks, so...

He decided to impersonate the Big Boss and go to the Sky-Piercing Platform!

They sought out Old Yan overnight. Old Yan, a Grandmaster-level physician, indeed knew how to concoct a pill that could alter a person's appearance. However, this pill was very similar to a poison; it could enhance a person's potential in three hours. If a high-level cultivator was willing to transfer their cultivation to him at that moment, he could use that power to change his form and gain extraordinary strength!

But the side effects of this medicine were severe—it cost at least ten years of life, and the person transferring cultivation would be unable to use their power for three months!

White’s purpose in doing this was more than just impersonating the Big Boss; it was... he had bound hundreds of Thunder-Sensing Arrows beneath his clothes. When cornered by the enemy, he would detonate them, killing himself and taking the enemy with him in a mutual annihilation!

This way, it would appear as if the Big Boss had perished, and the item they desired would be destroyed simultaneously.

Thus... even if he couldn't kill the First Divine Emissary, it would effectively save the Legion and the Big Boss!

But was it truly that simple? The First Divine Emissary had come following a divine oracle to find that specific item. Could White's strategy of substitution truly succeed?

"Farewell, White!" Kam whispered, his voice filled with sorrow and helplessness.

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Bishop Dima had been too frightened to close his eyes all night. The heretics' camp... wasn't that tantamount to courting death?

But he couldn't stay away either; if they attacked, he and his own forces would certainly die!

He could only place his hopes in the two Divine Lords, praying that nothing would happen during their upcoming visit!

However, any fool could see that the arrangement was clearly a Hongmen Banquet; how could nothing happen?

"Forget it. Since the Divine Emissary Lords are going, I'll just follow behind!" With a bitter expression, he trailed closely behind Xiaohu and Lingfeng.

After only a few steps, Ling told him to return. Bishop Dima had looked out for him several times, and there were some dangers she simply didn't intend for him to follow into.

She and Xiaohu could both teleport, and their flight speeds were rapid; even if trouble arose, escape would be possible. Bishop Ma, however, was different; he was better off staying in the valley!

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"Chen Feng?" Feng exclaimed upon seeing White suddenly.

By then, White had fully absorbed the medicinal power and had transformed into Chen Feng's appearance.

But after only a few steps, she suddenly stopped, her eyes revealing a trace of coldness: "Who are you? Why do you look like this?"

White opened his eyes, glanced at himself, and asked, "How could you see through it? I look very similar, don't I?"

Lingfeng sneered, "You are not him. No matter how similar you look, you are not!"

Though Lingfeng didn't talk much, Chen Feng's affection for her was evident. It was like falling in love with one of a pair of twins—no matter how alike the resemblance, it couldn't fool a lover's eye.

White quickly explained who he was and then laid out his entire plan.

As soon as he finished, he saw Xiaohu circling him with a helpless look: "If you wanted to change into my boss's appearance, you should have just asked me! I know Transformation Magic... A simple spell would have done it. Why go through all this trouble?"

"Transformation Magic?" White asked, bewildered.

There was no magic in this world, so naturally, there was no Transformation Magic.

Xiaohu shook his head, turned around, and a wave of magic energy emanated from his body as he transformed into Chen Feng's appearance, waving a hand: "It’s just this simple!"

This place might prohibit cultivation, but Xiaohu could still easily release magic using the demonic power within his body. If even magic couldn't be used, how could Yan Long, a magic dragon, have unified this region?

Seeing Xiaohu transform into the Big Boss’s image in an instant, while he had expended so much effort, White felt like crying without tears, wishing he could die right then and there...

But perhaps this was for the best; his cultivation had indeed increased.

Xiaohu leaned his face close to Lingfeng's: "Sister Lingfeng, you should transform too!" With that, he cast a Transformation spell on her.

Lingfeng's body creaked and groaned, and sure enough, she also transformed into Chen Feng's likeness.

Old Yan and Jun Wunian, watching the three of them from a distance, felt their minds reeling. A shared thought surfaced: Could this be the divine miracle displayed by the Emissaries...?

Finally, Lingfeng stopped Xiaohu’s childish prank, and both reverted to their original appearances, allowing White to change back as well.

"I have a premonition that Chen Feng will definitely return today. Don't look like him anymore, or I will feel very uncomfortable," Lingfeng said. Then, the three of them walked straight toward the Sky-Piercing Platform.

Less than three li outside the valley, the heretic army was encamped. Lingfeng and the others announced their identities, and immediately a person came forward to greet them—it was the Fourth Divine Emissary who had visited the barracks the previous night.

"Please follow me. The duel between the First Divine Emissary and Pope Woma has not yet begun; please come with me!" The Fourth Divine Emissary led the way, his attitude surprisingly friendly.

The group walked along the path inside the camp. Not long after, they heard a flurry of hurried footsteps approaching from ahead.

"Divine Emissary Lord!"

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PS: Ten thousand words updated today. Please give me monthly passes and recommendation tickets, sob... Also, I saw everyone is very concerned about Xiao Rou's situation. Old Ya re-declares: Xiao Rou's segment was deliberately written by Old Ya because it is connected to the ultimate power of the Soul-Capturing Bow... Honestly, Xiao Rou is just a 'tea table' (a common internet slang for tragic figure) filled with tragedies. Old Ya just gave her a little hope, hoping she could find some joy before she shatters completely... Furthermore, in future plots, there will be very few sentimental scenes; it will mostly be combat. Tomorrow or the day after, we will return to the world of "Dragon Domain," then meet the "Fist Emperor," activate the Yan Long bloodline, enter the Profound Heaven Demon Palace... and achieve godhood... For those wanting romance, those days are over. Old Ya forced himself through the previous few chapters, but it seems everyone didn't like it much, so Old Ya won't write much of that anymore... Starting tomorrow, it's all about fighting. I hope everyone will cast your monthly and recommendation votes fiercely. The more you vote, the more motivation I get! This is true; with motivation comes explosive output, and the writing becomes more passionate. Let's return to the frenzy of when Chen Feng transformed into the Eight Gods... (To be continued. If you wish to know what happens next, please log on to www**m for more chapters, support the author, and support genuine reading!)