As David broke through the ordinary Level 12 of his psychic abilities, he entered a transformative level. This transformative level could be subdivided from low to high into six stages: Escaping Dust, Dark God, Spirit Disciple, Spirit Emperor, Spirit Saint, and Spirit Sage.

To reach a strength level equivalent to the Divine Clan, he had to advance to the Spirit Disciple stage and then gradually cultivate and improve. The Divine Clan woman who had appeared before David corresponded to the Spirit Emperor level, which matched the hierarchy mentioned earlier.

Escaping Dust and Dark God, however, were transitional levels within the transformative stage. Although the term “god” was used in Dark God, it was merely a formless deity for the Divine Clan. In other words, a false god. Against any power outside the Divine Clan, this level was more than sufficient, but it would be challenging when confronting the Divine Clan itself. David found himself in this transitional level. .

Understanding these six stages, David gained a deeper insight into his own abilities. His current enemy was the Divine Clan, so he had to elevate his level beyond Spirit Disciple. Only then would he have the strength to challenge the Divine Clan. With these thoughts in mind, David’s fighting spirit reignited.

His immediate task was to familiarize himself with the changes in the Wasteland World and understand the new rules it had derived.

David got up from the bed and walked out of the room. Sally and the others were waiting at the door. When they saw David come out, their expressions were resolute. They knew that this time, they were stepping into a new Wasteland World, a journey even more mysterious and perplexing.

When David had passed out earlier, Arnold had brought Cola, Little Black, Duane, and Shirley with him. Seeing everyone gathered, David nodded lightly and started walking out of the Dark City.

The sky outside was unbelievably blue, with a few cloud formations resembling fluffy cotton candy. Birds flew overhead, and the overall scene was no longer as desolate as the original Wasteland World; it had a touch of warmth.

David suddenly stopped, gazing up at the deep blue sky. Sally hurried over and asked, “What’s wrong?”

David shook his head, not saying anything, and continued walking towards the city gate. The others didn’t ask further questions and followed suit.

The Dark City was still guarded by the Kui tribe under Viola’s command. Following David’s orders, they had a tight defense, with a guard stationed every ten steps. Upon seeing David’s figure, these Kui tribe members quickly stood upright.

They passed through the oval-shaped city gate, and David led his team into the lands of the Wasteland World. The soft soil, the green trees as far as the eye could see, and even the distant sound of flowing water for hundreds of kilometers—all appeared to be incredibly beautiful. It was as if this place was not the Wasteland World but the world before the apocalypse.

“This is where humans used to live. It’s so beautiful! There’s even a floral scent in the air. I’ve missed this smell!” The members of the Embers Team slowly relaxed, immersed in the environment of birdsong and blooming flowers. However, the beautiful scenery only furrowed David’s brow slightly.

Has the Wasteland World changed? Why is it so sudden? David looked around and indeed, there was no sign of the desolation that had characterized the Wasteland World before. However, he didn’t get lost in the beauty of it like the others. Instead, he sensed something unusual. Could it be that the Zerg were responsible for the desolation in the first place?

This thought crossed David’s mind because the Zerg had always controlled the Wasteland World. Their continuous breeding and expansion had undoubtedly contributed to its desolation.

David thought that after Edmund’s death, the world had reverted to its original state. However, what he hadn’t expected was that it had turned into a paradise. At this moment, David tried to let go of the tension he had been carrying and immerse himself in the beautiful scenery.

“Hmm? Something’s not right!” Suddenly, David’s heartstrings seemed to be plucked, and his eyes emitted a sharp aura. Rapid streams of information flashed through his mind. Then, he became tense. He realized that the creator of the Wasteland World was the Divine Clan.

The sinister force behind the Zerg, the Spirit Emperor of the Divine Clan. In other words, the changes in the Wasteland World had nothing to do with the Zerg. They were just puppets. The ones truly capable of affecting the Wasteland World were the Divine Clan.

“Divine Clan! It’s the Divine Clan!” David shouted in his heart, now realizing that the scenery before him was intentionally created by the Spirit Emperor of the Divine Clan. It was an illusion. But… why would she do this?

David’s mind was in chaos as one question after another arose. He looked down at his chest. This time, there was no burning sensation in his lungs. Could this not be an illusion?

David felt a bit lost. The information he had just discovered seemed to have lost its effectiveness. In other words, everything he saw around him was real, not an illusion.

After some thought, David decided to go to a particular place. He took off and flew towards the east of the Wasteland World. As they saw David leaving, the members of the Embers Team quickly followed.

In no time, they arrived in a valley. This was where David had encountered the shapeshifting couple during his first visit to the Wasteland World. Later, David had established his first base here. He landed in an open space and looked at a large rock. When he had moved his base, he had taken everything inside with him, but the base’s core remained here.

Behind that large rock, the base did not belong to the Wasteland World; it was a product of his system. David believed that it might not have been affected by the changes made by the Divine Clan. He slowly approached the large rock, attempting to see something.

The rest of the team had also arrived by now. David gestured for them to stay put while he continued walking toward the large rock.

If the base existed, it would confirm that everything before his eyes wasn’t an illusion. If the base was gone, it would indicate that it had been concealed by the Spirit Emperor using some sort of illusion, and the entire Wasteland World would be an illusion as well.

David approached cautiously. Soon, he saw the scene behind the large rock. “Thud!” When he saw what was in front of him, David’s heart sank. Instead of the base, there was a dilapidated wooden cabin.

“A cabin… Clive!” David immediately recognized this as Clive’s cabin. But wasn’t Clive dead? Why was his cabin here?