Chapter 8: The Floor of the Fantasy World

If worlds were ranked by grade, Jiang Wang would firmly place his own at the very top. As for the world belonging to group member "Golden Generation of the Spirit Hall"—Hu Liena, whose true identity is the Saintess of the Spirit Hall—he had no idea which neglected corner of the multiverse it occupied.

Jiang Wang had looked into the situation in Hu Liena’s world. In her world, the absolute limit of divine power was one million catties. While that number might sound impressive, in standard units, it was a mere five hundred tons. What could five hundred tons of force actually achieve? In Jiang Wang’s previous life, a decent four-column hydraulic press could generate five hundred tons of pressure, while more powerful industrial presses could reach eighty thousand tons—and those machines themselves weighed over twenty thousand tons.

The "gods" of Hu Liena’s world would not only pale in comparison to the world of *Journey to the West*, but even if they were transported to Jiang Wang’s former world, they would struggle to outperform a standard hydraulic press in a pure test of strength. Even more absurdly, as gods, they were reportedly nearly exhausted of their divine energy just by descending fifteen hundred meters underground. Meanwhile, ordinary humans from Jiang Wang’s past were capable of using machinery to reach depths of 11.2 kilometers—seven and a half times deeper than the gods of Hu Liena’s world could manage.

Considering that Hu Liena’s world was clearly a low-density environment, an ordinary person from Jiang Wang’s past, utilizing scientific tools, could exert seven times the force of a deity from that world. A random person physically crossing over would possess a "divine" physique, effectively putting them on par with a god-level combatant. Consequently, Hu Liena’s world was essentially the floor of all fantasy realms. To put it in the vernacular of Jiang Wang’s previous life: a hammer blow from the cartoon character Pleasant Goat would be enough to shatter the very continent Hu Liena lived on. Thus, for her, a single elixir pill from a Celestial Immortal was well worth the cost of ten spirit stones.

As soon as Jiang Wang appeared in the chat group, the atmosphere grew instantly lively, particularly with "Useless Prophet" and "Golden Generation of the Spirit Hall."

Useless Prophet: "Great Master! Could I possibly request an advance on some minor cultivation techniques or similar items? Once I pay off my owed points, I promise to gather those ten spirit stones for you!"

Queen of the Snake People: "You wish for too much. Why would a celestial being give you an advance?"

The Mosquito's Natural Enemy: "Did you not follow the training regimen I gave you? You might not become the strongest, but it should be more than enough for self-preservation, right?"

Useless Prophet: "Please, Master Saitama, stop teasing me! That training method of yours only works because *you* are the one doing it. For anyone else, it just leads to severe physical strain without any real growth."

Queen of the Snake People: "@Guardian of the Nantian Gate, Great Immortal? Could you reveal what kind of small gift ten spirit stones can be exchanged for?"

On her throne, the Queen of the Snake People’s three thousand strands of hair drifted gently in the breeze. Her eyes held a flicker of doubt, yet an undercurrent of anticipation. The mention of a million-year lifespan had shocked her; both the Prophet and the Old Celestial Master claimed these immortals were unimaginably powerful, but she struggled to grasp the scale of such strength. Could an immortal's gift truly make her powerful?

According to the Useless Prophet, the speed at which that fire-wielding brat in the future rose to power was terrifying even just to hear about. Two thousand years ago, the passing of the last Dou Di was recorded; since then, not a single new Dou Di had appeared on the continent. Yet, that fire-wielding brat’s ascent was staggering: reaching the third stage of Dou Qi at fifteen, a Dou Zhe at sixteen, a Great Dou Master at eighteen, the peak of Dou Wang at twenty-two, a Dou Huang at twenty-four, a nine-star Dou Huang by twenty-six, a Dou Zun at thirty, a Dou Sheng at thirty-two, and finally, a Dou Di at thirty-eight.

What a horrific rate of advancement! Throughout history, few Dou Di had been so formidable as to shatter the void and ascend to a higher world by the age of thirty-eight. Despite her intense dislike for that boy, the Queen of the Snake People had to admire his talent. Without external help, she knew that even if she did everything perfectly, she could never hope to match his pace.

"Immortals... I wonder who is stronger, a powerful immortal or a Dou Di? If he is stronger than a Dou Di, could he perhaps..." She flicked her snake tail, lost in a moment of confusion.

Guardian of the Nantian Gate: "A small gift? It is an elixir pill I refined."

Useless Prophet: "An elixir?! Great Master, please, can I have one in advance? I will serve you for half my life!"

Useless Prophet: "Great Master, please, for the sake of our shared humanity, give me a hand! You don't know how miserable I am! I’ve transmigrated into a world where spiritual energy is recovering, filled with powerful demonic beasts and mysterious races from other worlds. These things exist solely to hunt humans. I used to rely on a base city to stay alive, but even that isn't safe anymore. Yesterday, the base city was invaded by a mysterious race, and several experts died. Wuwuwu, I’m so scared."

Queen of the Snake People: "Your life is that miserable? Did you not use the few items I gave you earlier?"

Old Celestial Master: "The mysterious races you describe are indeed powerful, but surely the Golden Light Incantation I gifted you should be enough to protect yourself against such beasts?"

Useless Prophet: "Sigh, you two, I’m not playing the victim. If there’s a chance, I’ll take a video for you, and then you’ll understand."

The Mosquito's Natural Enemy: "Are there really that many powerful monsters? Ah! What a pity, I really want to go to your world."

Little Spider: "Master Saitama, is there something wrong with your thinking? There are so many powerful monsters, and you still want to go?"

Useless Prophet: "It’s not that there’s something wrong with his thinking; he’s just bored and empty inside. He’s only looking for an opponent who can make his blood boil again."

Golden Generation of the Spirit Hall: "Is there anything I can help with?"

Useless Prophet: "Spirit bones, hehe."

In the Spirit Hall, Hu Liena, who was attending to the Pope, felt her mouth twitch. Spirit bones? This "Prophet" certainly knew how to ask. However, judging by the group’s conversation, she didn't seem to be a "prophet" in the literal sense, but rather someone who just happened to know the "future experiences" of the other members. Perhaps... Hu Liena glanced at the Pope, who was currently reprimanding Elder Ju, her eyes bright. Could she explain this to her master and then trade a spirit bone for information about the future? The Spirit Hall had plenty of other things, but its reserve of spirit bones was certainly sufficient.

Just as Hu Liena was contemplating whether to clarify things with the Pope and exchange a spirit bone for information from the Useless Prophet, Jiang Wang saw the request and pondered for a moment. A transmigrator who claimed to be a "prophet" was, at her core, likely not a malicious person; otherwise, she would never have exposed her own identity after pretending to be a prophet. Should he give her an "elixir"? Remembering the broken, scorched pills left in the furnace that had exploded earlier, Jiang Wang entered the chat.

Guardian of the Nantian Gate: "@Useless Prophet, it can be advanced. Do you want it?"