As a reward for Bai Mo's life-saving grace, the two promised to help each other guard the reborn Jiuyou Lower Realm for thousands of years, until now.
This is the origin of the "Millennium Promise".
Now five hundred years have passed, and the Jie Kong they helped guard has completely integrated into the endless land with the Jiuyou Realm. The meaning of the two of them continuing to stay has disappeared, and Bai Mo decided to end this "contract" early.
"Then I suggest you train hard first. He is already a True Immortal of Three Tribulations."
"..."
Bai Mo's words were very straightforward and heart-wrenching.
The higher the cultivation level, the harder it is to be killed.
After all, the mainstream direction of normal life evolution is still survival, not destruction.
The more you practice, the more difficult it becomes for a monk to die. That is the right way. It is a completely wrong way to add more destructive power and turn yourself into a crispy person with high attack and low defense.
Because no matter how many people you can kill, you only have one life.
No one can guarantee that they will never have any accidents.
There is no doubt that the thicker the health bar, the more life-saving skills, and the stronger the ability to deal with unexpected events.
…
No matter which path a true immortal takes, all of them are essentially followers of the Tao.
Unless there is a crushing advantage in numbers, such as dozens of enemies fighting one, it will be difficult for people of the same level to completely kill each other.
As the core of the legal system, the Celestial Immortal has carefully studied various life-preserving magic techniques.
The earthly immortals and civilization coexist in a one-way symbiosis. If civilization is immortal, the earthly immortals will not die. On the contrary, even if civilization is destroyed, the earthly immortals can still escape.
Human immortals are not only indestructible in body and will, but also have the ability to be reborn with a drop of blood.
The immortal body is deep in the Kingdom of God, and it is extremely difficult for outsiders to break through.
Ghosts and immortals are like demons. The information is immortal and the demons are immortal.
"Three... tribulations?!"
Bai Mo's words were like a thunderbolt falling on the two of them.
Xiao Chou originally thought that he was extremely talented and invincible at the same level, but he did not expect that Ramdo would not be stuck at the same level as him and would focus on climbing the levels.
It is really difficult for him, a one-time immortal, to seek revenge from the three-time immortal. At most, he can barely escape from the opponent's hands, and there is no chance of counterattack.
"You are also the king of the undead who created the necromancers. One day, you will have a chance." Bai Mo said this title of second grade without changing his expression, which made Xiao Chou and his brother feel a little uncomfortable for a while.
But fortunately there was only one old friend around, so it wasn't too embarrassing.
"I just hope you survive to see that day."
"How long will it take to survive?" Xiao Chou asked puzzledly.
"Soon, history will begin again. If you are not lucky, you and Ramdo may not meet again until many years later."
"It's also possible that it's a separation of life and death."
"Farewell between life and death..." Bai Mo's words made the ghost fire on the side, and Yu Xi, the master of the Soul Palace, had a dark look on his face.
Although in fact it has no face.
But the green flame that was constantly shaking seemed to reveal the fact that it was smiling happily inside.
"A true immortal lives forever, why can't we meet again? Could it be that... he wants to leave with you too?"
"What's going on when history starts again?"
Facing the Riddler Bai Mo, who was half-talking but not half-telling, Xiao Chou's curiosity was aroused and he felt a little anxious.
"Two and a half years later, everyone in the Terra Empire will be scattered to random locations in the universe using quantum slingshots. If you are unlucky, you may not see each other again in this life..."
"..."
"Why?"
"That's all."
After Bai Mo said this, he turned around and left without any further explanation.
…
Time can move very slowly for some people and very fast for others.
The appointed day came in a blink of an eye.
"Today is January 1st of the 550th year of the Daoyuan Era." Bai Mo whispered as he looked at a small spaceship that was flying towards him rapidly.
Behind this small spaceship, which can only hold less than a hundred people at most, is the Holy Terra Empire fleet, which is neatly arranged and composed of more than 6,000 Great Thousand Leader Ships.
Each leader ship has a space equivalent to the size of the earth compressed inside, forming a cycle and a world of its own, hence the name "Big Thousand".
The entire Holy Terra Empire's population of nearly five trillion lives on these spaceships.
In the hundreds of years since they left Earth, they have never settled on any planet for a long time.
The vast majority of people were born and died on the leadership ship.
Of course, the environment inside the leader ship is not much different from the surface of the earth back then.
There is also artificial suitable gravity, and there is also artificial suitable sunlight, the sun rises, the moon sets, the tide ebbs and the tide rises.
Various terrains and landforms are also cosplayed from the earth.
Oceans, mountains, plains, forests... you name it.
The only difference may be that the mining industry in the leader world does not go underground. After all, it is a man-made world, and useful ores will not be buried idle and bored.
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"It's been five hundred and fifty years since you proposed the Dao Yuan Era on the moon. In the blink of an eye, it's been five hundred and fifty years." The head of the small spaceship popped out, and then his limbs emerged from the hull, like a ghost. Koff answered.
Behind him, one hand after another, one leg after another, and one head after another "grew" out of the titanium alloy shell of the spacecraft. More people seemed to have passed through the water curtain and stepped out of the space directly from inside the spacecraft. , looking at Bai Mo.
Walking at the end was an old acquaintance, Farrell. After she completely escaped from the spacecraft, her right hand turned into a huge black mist, wrapping the entire spacecraft in it. Then, like a child grabbing a toy, she put the spacecraft back in. Void.
After putting away the small spaceship, she smiled at Bai Mo.
The forty-eight true immortals, representing the will of the entire empire, formally launched what may be the last negotiation with Bai Mo.
"Five hundred and fifty years have passed. To be honest, you have disappointed me a little." Bai Mo suddenly put on the tone of a teacher lecturing students, saying that he hates iron but cannot become steel.
"..."
"My original idea was to hand over the secrets of becoming an immortal to you, so that you can avoid detours, and maybe have a chance to suppress me who will destroy the world after I am completely transformed."
"Later I discovered that this was unrealistic, so I lowered my psychological expectations. I just hope that more of you can survive my destruction."
"pity……"
"..."
"A lunatic who relies on the power of Taoism for food, doesn't his conscience hurt?" Everyone listened to Bai Mo's complaints and couldn't help but cursed in their hearts.
After hundreds of years of research, they have long figured out the origin of Bai Mo's cheating power.
As the first pioneer to accidentally step onto the path of true immortality, he did not build his own true spiritual barrier to distinguish "self" from "non-self". He could only allow the power of Taoism to pour in crazily. Continuously eating away at the self.
The manifestation is that the emotions and feelings are constantly weakening, there is no love, no hatred, no self, and it becomes a "sun" in the true sense.
Sora possesses the power of endless light and heat, but is a dead thing without even a self.
