Although the profession of Bai Scholar has disappeared for a hundred years, and among the people of the empire, the name "Bai Mo" has long been buried in a deliberate cover-up, but the private debate among the top officials of the empire surrounding his actions has never ceased.
So much so that some people even joked that this is the passive skill of high-level ghosts—it will always live in our hearts.
As long as there are people remembering, as long as there is heat, the ghost fairy will not really die.
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"We just stand here quietly, waiting for the signal from the other side?"
"That's right."
Five minutes is not long, and after a daze, the agreed time has already arrived.
Not more than one minute, not less than a second, when the last golden sand fell from the automatic hourglass left by Isis, a silver lightning bolt suddenly passed by where the altar used to be yesterday.
Immediately afterwards, there was another purple lightning.
The two bolts of lightning were intertwined strangely, rotating and merging around each other, and finally merged into one, turning into a ball-shaped thunderbolt, then began to spin rapidly, and finally exploded.
After the smoke cleared, a silver door on the left and purple on the right appeared in front of everyone out of thin air.
The painting style of the door is quite peculiar, a bit like the entrance of the pyramids on the earth, but it is only an entrance.
Except for the darkness, almost all spiritual arts cannot sense anything behind the door.
But no one is afraid, because all those who set off to explore the road this time are incarnations.
"Aren't you worried about the delay?" Ghost Immortal Hemo glanced at other people's avatars, and then asked in a slightly joking tone.
Among the more than 20 true immortals who participated in the Daochen Realm operation, there are only four who major in ghost immortality, and three minor ghost immortals.
Among the five immortal dao systems, only the incarnation of Gui Xianyi can allow the main body to be controlled regardless of distance. The projections transformed by the other four dao are still limited by the speed of light.
This trip to Daochen Realm, the distance is incalculable, if the incarnation has to wait for the main body to order to act, the delay is too appalling.
"These are the incarnations of true spirits transformed by our soul-cracking souls, who have the ability to judge actions independently." Someone snapped back immediately.
Due to their frontal combat effectiveness, ghost immortals have always been at the bottom of the immortal circle. Second-level pure ghost immortals are still crushed and beaten by first-level pure human immortals.
Of course, it's just that the scene has the upper hand. The survivability of ghost immortals can be said to be the strongest in the five realms. It is extremely difficult for the existence of the same level to kill them one-on-one or seriously injure them.
Usually, pure ghosts are the targets of ridicule. This time, it was hard to make Gui Xiandao feel elated, so Hemo naturally used the topic to make a few more remarks.
"I hope that your true spirit incarnations won't turn against you after decades." A piece of watermelon appeared in Hemer's hand, as if eating melon and watching a show.
True spirit incarnation? Is it a monk of another path? A special spiritual technique developed by imitating ghosts and immortals without delay? This kind of incarnation can really ignore the delay? possible.
And the manufacturing process has certain risks? There is a small probability that monks will have mental problems of split personality.
"you!"
"..."
"Remind you of one thing." Bai Mo said suddenly, interrupting their daily exchanges.
"After arriving there, within ten years? Don't let people who have not become immortals go to the Daochen Realm."
"Why?"
"Or should I be more precise? Within ten years, don't let a guy who can't withstand 10,000 degrees come and die."
"..."
Bai Mo's words? They were confused.
Originally, they were still thinking? After establishing a firm foothold in the past and establishing coordinates, they would let the Void Ship transport a large number of adventurous monks who were waiting for food to plunder in the Daochen Realm.
After years of recuperation in the empire, the number of cultivators has skyrocketed? The resources are getting tighter, and the class is getting more solidified.
No matter the monks of middle or low level, they feel that the suitable spiritual materials are getting less and less every year, and it is getting more and more difficult to upgrade.
They all missed the good days when they led the crowd to plunder Mars, Venus and other planets decades ago.
After all, countless myths of sudden wealth and adventures were born in the plundering battles of many planets in the solar system.
The wealth of an entire planet, even if it is just a drop of residue, can make the war monks eat their mouths full of oil.
Not to mention the Daochen Realm, the destination this time, according to the memory of the cerebrate Thres, its size is countless times that of the Earth, and it has countless treasures of heaven and earth.
Although they have no chance to get their hands on the ownership of the Daochen Realm in the face of several eighth-level existences, it is definitely no problem to send people to grab it.
No matter how bad it is, sending all these guys who have begun to be dissatisfied with social distribution to the Daochen Realm for development can at least reduce the unstable factors in the empire.
"The first ten years over there was my time."
"..."
After Bai Mo finished speaking, he was the first to walk into the gate that looked like a tunnel in a tomb, leaving behind the others who looked at each other in blank dismay.
The second step was Ramdo.
Then there's Kirkov.
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The dark passage behind the door is very long, and on the outer wall of the passage, there are some strange sounds from time to time, which seem to be the whisper of some kind of existence.
It's just that Bai Mo completely ignored these things. According to his understanding of the gaps in space, the strange sounds were probably made by things he named void creatures.
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These existences are colorless and invisible, unable to communicate, and they don't even know whether they belong to a phenomenon or a kind of creature. They are named void creatures, which is purely Bai Mo's preference.
The passage behind the silver-purple gate is also somewhat ingenious. Everyone who enters seems to be unable to meet the fellows who come in front and behind, as if everyone is walking their own path.
After walking alone for three full days, Bai Mo finally "saw" an undetectable spot of light in the extreme distance, but at this moment, there was no fluctuation in his heart, nor did he quicken his pace just because he saw the spot of light, he was still walking slowly. Walk at a constant speed.
For true immortals, darkness, loneliness and boredom are nothing at all. Their powerful imagination and deduction ability can even generate a complete virtual world in their minds, allowing a large number of characters to interact and develop, and write their own stories.
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The light spot is getting bigger and bigger, from the light spot, to the light spot, to the aperture, and now the light gate, Bai Mo walked along the direction of the light spot for another two days, and finally reached the other end of the passage .
Behind the gate of light is the Daochen Realm, but Bai Mo can vaguely feel that there is a deep bloody hatred lingering behind the gate, as long as he steps out of this gate, that smear of hatred that seems to be substantial will be like a gnawing pain. Like a tiger, it flew onto itself.
"But so what?"
Bai Mo did not stop for half a step due to hesitation, and stepped straight out of the light gate.