Death... and me

That's good to hear," Rean responded with a smile. "Now then, we are making a few things in the cities and other places around this country of yours. Come with me so that I can show all of you." After that, Rean's group went to a tall building. It wasn't a tower, but it still served the purpose.

Just like what they did in Sustral, another antenna and a controlling Circuitry Device were built there. Rean then showed how it worked to Mitamo through one of his bric...Spiritual Smartphones. "And that's how it works. We'll be testing it in this country for the time being before we expand it to the whole Wringan Continent."

Mitamo and the other Nascent Soul Realm experts were just as shocked as Kimi was back in Sustral. However, Mitamo couldn't help but ask something else. "Don't you run the risk of having people destroying the antennas on purpose? Some might think that the presence of your Communication System in their territories would mean danger."

Rean nodded in response, saying, "The risk exists. However, chances are that most of the areas won't destroy it."

Naturally, Mitamo's group was confused to hear that. "Why?"

"That's because those without it would be at a disadvantage," Rean explained. "What if your country can use instantaneous communication as many times as you want, but your enemy can only rely on expensive Thoughts Transmission Talismans? Who do you think would have a huge edge ahead between you two?"

Mitamo had to admit that Rean was right. "I see...if other powers don't want to lose their territories, they would also need to rely on your Communication System." Nevertheless, Mitamo was curious about something else as well. "There is a problem, though. Can't these countries simply steal your antennas and use them as they wish?"

Rean's group laughed out loud after hearing that. "Hahaha! They can go ahead and try. I want to see who will understand how our Communication System works. Maybe, after a century of research, they might figure a thing or two out."

Only Rean's group knew just how complicated the Circuitry Formations were. First of all, it wasn't just a single field of expertise. It needed both people proficient in Blacksmithing and Formations to put them together. It was to the point where Govin and Juo were teaching Dian, Srevil, and Qia about Blacksmithing. For example, the Lightning Beads that the Formations used to save information. Back then, the Dalamu Sect's partner was the one producing it. However, only his sect could do it now. Because of that, Rean had the Blacksmith Hall learn how to produce it since he at least knew the crafting method.

Seeing how Rean and the others were confident, Mitamo didn't say anything else. There was the chance of someone trying to take it by force from the Freedom Sect, but that was a sect with an Elemental Transformation Realm cultivator. Who would be idiotic enough to try that?

"Ahem..." Mitamo scratched the back of his head after that before asking, "Could our Fausec Royal Family and its elders have some of your...errr...Spiritual Smartphones?" Sure enough, Mitamo wanted to have one as well. It was just too useful.

"I can give you one so that you can contact me in the future. However, these are all in the testing phase. Our sect has just developed them and needs some extra time to improve on its design." Rean pointed at his brick and exerted some strength before it broke into many pieces. "For example. It breaks quite easily." Rean didn't mind doing that since they had crafted quite a few.

Right after, Rean took another one and passed to Mitamo. "I'll call you if I need something. Oh, right! I hope you can select some people to keep guard in this building. We're going to put a few protection formations, but just in case..."

Mitamo didn't see a problem with it. He also offered his forces to guard the other locations Rean planned to set up the antennas.

"That will be very helpful. Thanks." Rean then went back to help build the antenna and the controlling Circuitry Device.

While Rean spent his time building new antennas everywhere in Fausec Country, Roan wasn't sitting still back in the sect. The same could be said for Malo and all the other disciples. "How is it? Do you think this is a good enough test?"

Roan nodded as he looked through a few documents written by the sect disciples. "This should do. However, it's only useful for candidates between five and ten years old below the Foundation Establishment Realm."

Malo didn't mind. "That's the good thing. It can also be used for kids that haven't started to cultivate yet as long as they have the necessary talent. This will be our Freedom Sect's first recruitment initiative."

"That's good, then," Roan said after he altered a few points in the tests. "Though, you haven't told me yet what level you're planning to accept."

Malo then puffed his chest together with the others before saying, "Obviously, we won't accept anyone below the Blue Color Level!"

*Pah!*

*Ouch!

Suddenly, Roan slapped Malo's backhead, making sure it would hurt. "Why did you do that?"

Roan's expression wasn't very good. "Blue Color Level, your ass! Do you think everyone in the world has such high-level talent like you? There were so many of you because the Soul Rulers gathered kids from the world as a whole. However, we don't have this capability. We'll be lucky if we find ten blue colors or so every recruitment. As for Red and Purple Color Level? It's like finding a needle in a haystack! Immediately reduce the requirement to Yellow Color."

"Yellow?!" Glennie couldn't help but exclaim. "Isn't that way too low?"

Roan shook his head in response as he explained, "Not at all. The disciples our sect has at the moment will be our main force in the future. However, even they will die at some point. We need people to replace them, and you won't be able to rely on talent color alone." Roan then pointed at the documents describing the tests. "That's why I modified it a little. It will not only test their talents but their will. Remember! Talent isn't everything! I've seen many examples in the past."

Since it was Roan who said that, Malo's group could only accept. "Alright then. Yellow Color it is."