Bai Mo estimated that Old Man Liu, no, now Young Man Liu, had this plan in mind.
As long as this news is thrown out, I will definitely find an answer.
Compared with relying on Liu Zhen to cautiously speculate on ten years and a hundred years, it is undoubtedly much easier to take a ride on Bai Mo.
"This world is your world after all."
When Liu Zhen heard Bai Mo's response, he knew that his goal had been achieved, and he felt relieved.
He never thought that Bai Mo would actually return to the empire one day.
This hitchhiking conspiracy was just a flash of inspiration.
Bai Mo glanced at Liu Zhen again.
It is true that this old man who has known him for hundreds of years is not brave and enterprising at all, but few of his contemporaries can live longer than him.
Bai Mo even suspected that if he hadn't become one with the Heavenly Dao of Daochen Realm, he would have escaped from the golden cicada's shell by killing three corpses.
Under the erosion of endless Taoist power, he might not live as long as this old guy.
…
In the original history of Daochen Realm, the so-called way of heaven in Daochen Realm did not have any consciousness or preference at the beginning. It was purely a collection of rules.
But under the influence of a certain unknown immortal who was extremely talented, willing to sacrifice himself, and took the initiative to integrate into the way of heaven with a special goal, Daochen Realm truly awakened to the so-called consciousness of the way of heaven, and at the same time, a mysterious spiritual material called Ziqing Lingji Then it was born!
As long as you collect and take this purple-green spirit machine, you can slow down the effects of Taoism.
The unknown immortal sacrificed himself to buy more time for the younger monks, giving them the opportunity to find a truly complete solution to the problem.
However, after Bai Mo's invasion, the world was changed again.
The consciousness of heaven was once activated by the unknown immortal, but this consciousness has only one instinct - to expand itself.
So Bai Mo took the quality and energy equivalent to his personality as a bet against the Heavenly Way of Daochen Realm...
…
Following his thoughts, Bai Mo's eyes transcended the limitations of space and "saw" the Yuanyang Realm in the far distance.
As a battlefield for bets, the flow of time in Daochen Realm is much faster than that of the main universe where the empire is located.
Every life that Bai Mo experienced in Daochen Realm actually happened.
He could "see" that at this time, the five major continents in Yuanyang's small realm had been completely divided by the three major forces after years of wars and games.
The main tone is black, and apart from countless monsters with teeth and claws, there is no other living creature in the demonic realm.
The main tone is silver-white, a white land where hundreds of millions of saints and collaborators coexist.
And in the end, there was no specific color as the main tone, just the native monks of Yuanyang Realm who had to hold together for warmth and resist with difficulty because two natural disasters came together and invaded the land crazily.
Black natural disaster.
White Scourge.
The monks from the Yuanyang Realm praised this.
Black natural disasters are directly fatal, leaving no chickens or dogs behind wherever they go.
The White Scourge doesn't care about life, and will never kill anyone unless necessary, but it almost never stops its pace of external expansion.
They deal with any force they encounter on the road of expansion in the same way:
Join, or leave.
Loose cultivators or small forces naturally don't matter much.
But for those forces that have been inherited for thousands of years, abandoning everything in the sect and leaving is almost like killing them.
It's a pity that all the resistance is in vain. Since the Holy Adventurer established the world-crossing gate in the Yuanyang Realm, strong men equivalent to the level of Yuanying God Transformation have appeared as if they don't need money.
If it weren't for the frequent people in this white land, especially the high-level strong men who "rebeled" to the Yuanyang Realm monks, even if they had urgently awakened all the god-forming monks, they might not be able to withstand the constant stream of attacks.
…
"Bo...Brother Bo, why don't you care at all that people defect every day? And many of them are...big monks."
In a station of the Holy Adventurer, Han Yu bit the bullet and followed the example of others in calling Wen Bo, who was equivalent to a late Nascent Soul monk.
After all, the distinction between superiority and inferiority in the world of cultivation is deeply rooted in his bones, and it is still difficult for him to change it.
In Yuanyang Realm, decades had passed since the first invasion of the Holy Adventurers, and Han Yu had also changed from a late-stage foundation-building monk to an early-stage Jindan monk.
Over the past few decades, he had taken out some high-level spiritual herbs to redeem them from time to time. He had become familiar with this great monk, and he had also witnessed the expansion journey of the White Earth, an extraterrestrial superpower.
Yes, it can only be called an expansion trip. After all, it is a group of dozens of god-transformation monks and hundreds of Nascent Soul monks. It is indeed not much different from tourism.
During this process, what Han Yu couldn't understand the most was naturally the handling of traitors within the Holy Land.
Almost every day, he could see guys who had broken away from the organization, swaggering away from the main entrance with a relaxed look on their faces.
Even some familiar Nascent Soul Transformation Masters can occasionally be seen in the enemy camp.
It is impossible for any sect or family in the world of cultivation to have such loose rules.
Most of the people who have rebelled against the sect and rebelled against the sect are pursued relentlessly. How could he, like this holy traveler, even tolerate the monks who defected and left, and then joined the enemy sect in a blink of an eye.
This question has actually been lingering in Han Yu's mind for a long time, but he has been busy making elixirs and did not ask for advice for fear of offending others.
Now that his golden elixir has been completed, even if he offends someone, he can still leave through the instantaneous talisman arranged in advance, so he finally talked about this problem.
"You have been a peripheral member of ours for seventy or eighty years. How much do you know about us?" Wen Bo did not answer Han Yu's question directly, but asked back.
"..."
Han Yu didn't know how to answer for a while.
He has spent most of these years in penance and traveling. Except when exchanging contribution points, he rarely cares about the internal affairs of the Holy Adventist.
The understanding of the Holy Adventurer is that it is a super business alliance force that is quite harmonious internally. As long as the contribution points are enough, it can be exchanged for anything, and it behaves extremely uprightly, and never engages in any illicit plundering.
Of course, Han Yu also suspected that it was just that what he showed failed to impress people...
It was not like he had never experienced it before. Many seniors who had always had a good reputation would fall out in front of Zhongbao.
If the heaven-defying function of this mysterious vial is exposed, I am afraid that no one in the entire Yuanyang cultivation world will be tempted.
"We are just a group of guys with the same ideas. If one day our ideas are inconsistent, we can leave at any time after paying the ransom fee."
"Even if... you will become enemies one day after you leave?"
"That's right."
"This magnanimity...is worthy of the power led by the True Immortal." After hearing this, Han Yu thought to himself, "I'm afraid that a bunch of Nascent Soul Transformation Gods are completely out of the eyes of the people behind them. If they leave, they will leave. It’s easy to get together and get together.”
