When the small monk heard Emma's words, he tried to circulate the energy in his body.
After doing so, he immediately shouted, "F * ck!"
He felt that the energy in his body was unprecedentedly abundant.
Not only was it abundant, it was even majestic.
The energy in his body was like raging waves.
Before the first wave subsided, another wave arose.
After a moment, he felt that the aura in his body far exceeded that of a Desolate Hunter.
He looked at himself in disbelief, then at Emma, and finally at Mo Shi.
"Boss, I … I became a Grand Desolate Master?"
Mo Shi smiled and said, "Yes."
The small monk was pleasantly surprised, "F * ck, so magical?"
He turned his head and looked at the black and unremarkable refining platform, "Boss, this thing is so powerful!"
Mo Shi did not say anything else, "Go and call Guo Jutao over."
The small monk nodded, "Yes, boss."
After saying that, he quickly left.
However, when he was about to walk out of the workshop, he suddenly thought of something.
He turned his head and asked, "Oh right, did I say 'f * ck' just now?"
Mo Shi asked back, "What do you think?"
The small monk had a face of regret, "Sorry master, I said vulgar words again. I deserve to be beaten."
After saying that, he slapped his mouth twice and quickly turned around and left.
Mo Shi and Happy looked at each other and smiled.
This small monk was really a clown.
However, with such a person by their side, their mood would be much better.
Next, after another ten days, Guo Jutao also successfully became a Grand Desolate Master.
Three Grand Desolate Masters in a month!
This matter caused a huge commotion in the entire base.
"Sigh, did you know?
Mister Mo has a magical platform. If you cultivate on it, you can become a Grand Desolate Master in ten days.
In this month, our base had three more Grand Desolate Masters. "
"F * ck, are you serious?"
"Grand Desolate Masters are the top existences in the continent!"
"I heard that the other Grand Desolate Masters are basically old fellows who have cultivated for three to five hundred years.
You said that Mister Mo can make a Grand Desolate Master in ten days? That's too scary. "
"Be careful with your words. What do you mean by Mister Mo can make a Grand Desolate Master in ten days?"
"Does everyone have the chance to become a Grand Desolate Master?"
In the entire continent, there were only about two hundred Grand Desolate Masters.
Previously, when the Dragon race was destroyed, more than a hundred of them had died. Now, of the billions of people in the base, there were less than a hundred Grand Desolate Masters left.
Now, the base was able to produce three Grand Desolate Masters in a short month. How could these people not be excited?
Of course, at the same time that this matter caused a huge commotion, Guo Jutao had already issued a death order.
This matter was strictly prohibited from being spread. Those who violated the order would be killed and their entire families would be sent back to Earth.
Perhaps there were people who were not afraid of death, but sending their whole families back to Earth would make them afraid.
After living here for more than two years, no one wanted to go back to Earth.
Whether it was the level of technological development or the strength of the people's cultivation physiques, it was far from what Earth could compare with.
What was more, the Dragon Palace was right here.
Cultivating in Dragon Palace was already much better than cultivating in the outside world.
Now, there was this black stone platform that could allow one to become a Grand Desolate Master within ten days.
In other words, as long as they were patient enough, everyone in their base would definitely be able to reach the Grand Desolate Master level.
They had reached the pinnacle of the Flaming Dawn Continent.
It had to be known that after becoming a Grand Desolate Master, one's lifespan would exceed 500 years.
And the higher the level of a Grand Desolate Master, the longer their lifespan would be.
Who did not want to live for a few more hundred years?
Therefore, they naturally would not be stupid enough to violate the order and spread this matter.
Seeing that everything was more or less arranged, Mo Shi called Guo Jutao over.
He said to Guo Jutao, "I have to go out for a period of time.
Next, you will organize the people in the base to cultivate on the Desolate Refining Platform.
Everyone will cultivate for ten days and everyone will be able to become a Grand Desolate Master. "
When Guo Jutao heard Mo Shi's last sentence, his entire body trembled with excitement.
Previously, everyone had guessed that everyone would be able to become a Grand Desolate Master if they cultivated on the platform.
However, when it came from Mo Shi's mouth, it was a different matter.
Think about it, if there were more than fifty thousand people in the base, and every one of them was a Grand Desolate Master, what kind of scene would that be?
Of course, if each person cultivated for ten days, fifty thousand people would need more than five hundred thousand days. That was more than one thousand four hundred years.
By that time, everyone here would be dead.
However, this at least gave them hope.
Furthermore, they had to plan properly and set up a reward system.
Only those who performed well would be able to cultivate on the Desolate Refining Platform.
Then, these people would definitely be motivated.
This would be beneficial to the base's long-term development.
Of course, there were some drawbacks in this, but as long as they planned properly, these drawbacks could be avoided.
Furthermore, with Mister Mo's ability, he might come up with something even more powerful in a few days. It could cultivate faster than the Desolate Refining Platform. Then, everyone would be able to become a Grand Desolate Master.
Thinking of this, Guo Jutao nodded and said respectfully,
"Mister Mo, don't worry and go. I will arrange everything."
When Mo Shi heard this, he scratched his head and said, "Your words sound weird."
Guo Jutao also realized that something was wrong and hurriedly said,
"What I mean is, Mister Mo, don't worry and go. I will take care of everything here for you."
Mo Shi shook his head and said, "It still doesn't feel right."
Guo Jutao coughed dryly and said, "In short, Mister Mo, don't worry."
Mo Shi stroked his chin and nodded, "Yes, it will be fine this time."
After Guo Jutao left, Mo Shi first put Happy into the Micro World.
Now, in the Micro World, Mo Shi was God.
He changed this world according to his own wishes.
In the sky, there were colorful phoenixes flying.
The sun was the Three-legged Golden Crow.
A waterfall fell from the sky like the Milky Way.
In the sky close to the ground, there were huge white cranes flying slowly.
In the lake, there were colorful koi fish swimming.
On the grass, there were flowers of different colors.
If Happy got tired of these, he could change the world with just a thought.
Most importantly, Mo Shi thought of something.
Since he was in this world, he was a god-like existence.
The rules of this world were set by him. Did that mean that he could make Happy speak?
When he thought of this, his heart could not help but beat wildly.
If that was the case, even if Happy could only speak in this world, he would still be very happy.
When he thought of this, Mo Shi could not help but feel nervous.
His nervousness stemmed from fear.
He was afraid that in this world, as a "God", he would not be able to make Happy, who was a Heaven's Speaker, speak.
Therefore, he was a little hesitant.
After a while, a thought appeared in his mind: In this world, Heaven's Speaker could speak.