Chapter 922 – The Immortal Realm Submits

Chapter 922 – The Immortal Realm Submits

During the voyage toward their next target Spirit Realm, Mo Lan was far from idle.

She personally took charge of editing and post-producing the footage they had gathered, ultimately creating a documentary titled 《Mystic Spirit Rebirth》.

The opening was a thunderous display of force, focusing on the awe-inspiring footage of everyone concentrating their fire on the Mystic Spirit Realm’s boundary membrane—a stark emphasis on the cold reality that “resistance will be met with force.”

The middle section meticulously depicted the positive social transformations within the Mystic Spirit Realm following the promotion of Card Magic: monopolies shattered, conflicts quelled, hope blossoming. Vivid footage showcased the improved quality of life for ordinary beings and the uplifting shift in their collective spirit.

The finale climaxed with the Mystic Spirit Realm’s boundary membrane renewed and radiant, its world consciousness expressing heartfelt gratitude—a vision of the bright future that “mutual cooperation” could bring.

This documentary would become a powerful “soft weapon” in the negotiations with other Spirit Realms that lay ahead.

From then on, each time they arrived at a new Spirit Realm and faced a world consciousness that had been assimilated by the Immortal Realm—guarded, even hostile—and that refused to sign a cooperation contract, Mo Lan and the others would first “cordially invite” it to “view” this 《Mystic Spirit Rebirth》 documentary. They let these consciousnesses witness with their own eyes how those who stubbornly resisted were crushed like thunder, and truly feel how those who cooperated had flourished.

The results were immediate, and the success rate of “persuasion” began to rise dramatically.

Even among those world consciousnesses that refused to give up until all hope was lost, stubbornly insisting on personally experiencing what a beating felt like, their will to resist was far weaker than the Mystic Spirit Realm’s had been initially. Resistance durations were greatly shortened, allowing the Mana expenditure during the “armed suppression” phase to be effectively managed.

Some particularly pragmatic Spirit Realm world consciousnesses, after watching the documentary in full, simply gave up all resistance and proactively requested to sign cooperation contracts—saving everyone an enormous amount of time and energy.

As the number of conquered Spirit Realms grew, new documentaries were continually produced.

Each documentary recorded the complete journey of a world from initial negotiations to final transformation.

As this series library grew ever richer, with more and more precedents available for “reference,” the choices facing subsequent Spirit Realms became exceedingly simple and direct.

Fewer and fewer Spirit Realms required the step of “armed persuasion,” and the pace of Card Magic’s expansion accelerated steadily.

Even so, visiting every single Spirit Realm took them the better part of a full century.

When the last Spirit Realm’s boundary membrane shed its dark-gold brand of the Immortal Realm and radiated with the unique brilliance of magical civilization, the Immortal Realm—even without anyone taking direct action against it—could no longer use the ascension channels to exploit these worlds’ source power under the guise and lure of “ascension.”

And the one hundred and six participants of the “Immortal Realm Expedition” had undergone earth-shattering transformations themselves.

The Witches, Elves, and Dragons had each increased their total Mana by an average of ten billion Mana per person.

Traci, Carmela, Anita, Lilith, and Vasida—the five of them—had each earned at least a hundred billion Mana in permanent Mana.

Even Sylph, who hadn’t participated in this campaign, had earned several hundred billion Mana in permanent Mana by continuously listing Hybrid Magic Cards for sale.

As for Mo Lan, her total Mana had now surpassed one hundred trillion Mana.

According to Meridis, within the Seran world, those top-tier spellcasters known as “gods” possessed total Mana only in the hundred-trillion range—and the Seran world was a Fifteenth Rank world!

As for their reserves of disposable Mana, those numbers were even more staggering.

This was the most direct income from a century of card sales, accumulated like a rolling snowball. Even the participant with the smallest reserves possessed a terrifying stockpile in the quadrillions of Mana.

If all this disposable Mana were used to craft Eighth Rank Firework Blast Magic Cards, each person could easily produce over a thousand!

By comparison, the one area where everyone’s progress had been relatively “slow” was the advancement of their Magic ranks.

After all, the study of Magic and the crystallization of knowledge required time to settle and mature—it couldn’t be acquired as rapidly as Mana.

Still, the destructive power of Eighth Rank Firework Blasts was already comparable to the most powerful Ninth Rank Magic.

And Ninth Rank Magic corresponded precisely to the apex of power that a Fourteenth Rank world could sustain and unleash. The Immortal Realm, even at the height of its power while constantly plundering external source power, had only barely maintained itself at the Fourteenth Rank level.

Now, after a hundred years had passed, having lost all external supply, it would be a miracle if its world rank hadn’t declined—there was absolutely no possibility of improvement.

With this shifting balance of power, the comparison of strength between the two sides had undergone a fundamental reversal.

This time, they were absolutely certain they could take the Immortal Realm.

The Starsea Ark, along with the vast fleet of cosmic travel vessels trailing behind it, hovered for the first time at such close range outside the Immortal Realm’s boundary membrane.

That membrane—once so intimidating, radiating the majesty of a Fourteenth Rank world—no longer appeared impregnable in their eyes.

Everyone piloted their cosmic travel vessels into formation across the void.

The documentaries filmed over the past century—recording how one Spirit Realm after another had gone from resistance to rebirth, from despair to hope—were projected onto the Immortal Realm’s boundary membrane.

This was the final warning. And the final offer of surrender.

The screening ended. The light screen dissolved.

Carmela stepped forward from the group, launching the contract document with precision toward the Immortal Realm’s boundary membrane.

The contract passed through without any resistance, merging into the membrane—but like a stone cast into the sea, not a single ripple of response came back. No acceptance, no rejection. Only a dead, deathlike silence.

This wordless arrogance utterly exhausted Mo Lan and her companions’ patience.

In the “Immortal Realm Expedition” group chat:

【Mo Lan: All units, attention. Target: Immortal Realm boundary membrane. In one minute—Eighth Rank Firework Blast Magic Cards—synchronized volley.】

The countdown ticked silently in the command center of every vessel.

Sixty, fifty-nine, fifty-eight… three, two, one!

Countless Eighth Rank Firework Blasts, condensed to their absolute limit, crossed the brief stretch of void and struck the Immortal Realm’s boundary membrane.

Fireworks of indescribable brilliance detonated simultaneously across the Immortal Realm’s solid membrane!

The spectacle was a hundred times more magnificent, a thousand times more violent than when they had simultaneously detonated the ascension channels a century ago!

The entire Immortal Realm’s boundary membrane began to shudder violently. Yet just as these destructive fireworks had barely begun to bloom, every single member who had participated in the attack felt it almost simultaneously—a familiar ripple, clear and unmistakable.

The contract… had been accepted.

The attack ceased abruptly. All that remained on the Immortal Realm’s boundary membrane were the horrifying craters and fractures that had just been blasted open—not yet begun to self-repair—standing as testament to just how terrifying that single instant of firepower had been.

Silence descended once more.

Only this time, the silence was filled with an overwhelming sense of the absurd.