The Duke Bingling in front of Cao Zhe suddenly became illusory.
He was like a shadow.
An obsession that stays in the world, a memory carrier of flashbacks, a shell without a real soul core...
"So! It's not the powerful gods and immortals like Dongyue, Zhenwu, and Emperor Tian who died, but the minor gods and immortals like Bingling Gong and Long Jun?"
"They just passively live in this world, which is created based on certain time and space fragments and specific stories as templates."
"Those who think they are alive... are actually dead! Only those who are deemed to have perished or disappeared are truly alive!" Cao Zhe suddenly had more and more desire to pry into the Ten Thousand Realms Arena.
Cao Zhe thought again of the crow head that was identified, the unknown god from outside the territory!
"Perhaps, in the battle of gods that took place in an unpredictable place, the immortal gods belonging to our Chinese civilization at least did not have the absolute upper hand. That's why there is the Ten Thousand Realms Arena, and that's why there are these worlds of competition. .”
"This is both a battle for survival between races and a battle to choose a god."
"Before the next war, whichever side can wake up and awaken more powerful people will gain more advantages!"
Thinking of this, Cao Zhe cursed secretly.
I thought that the first three games were the protection period for novices.
But he didn't expect that these three games would be the most critical recruitment period.
After three games, the confrontation between all races will officially begin. By then, the overall situation will become even worse and crueler.
Once they fall into a disadvantage, being directly wiped out of 10 million people is actually the most basic and insignificant punishment... even if this in itself is enough to make the entire ethnic group grieve.
However, the real consequences of falling behind will only begin at that time.
If you fall behind, you will be beaten. If you break the drum, everyone will beat you.
Strong ethnic groups will first join forces to eliminate weak ethnic groups. This is the normal state of survival.
Thinking of this, Cao Zhe felt a lot more urgency in his heart.
Those 'insignificant' achievements in this world were not worth any complacency for him at this time.
"It seems that I have to adjust my next work policy."
"The handling of Zhang Sheng can be said to be extremely appropriate. With the clues I laid in advance, he is very likely to make some achievements. It is unknown whether he will obtain some kind of powerful status in the next world."
"However, one Zhang Sheng is not enough! I need to introduce more potential competitors and guide them on a certain path of strength. The second world is a critical link between the past and the future and cannot be wasted. What can I do in this critical world? Node, it is too timely to recognize Guan Jian’s message.”
"As for selecting and training people, those who can continuously improve themselves are of course the best. Even if you are not capable of self-improvement, completing active integration with some powerful and ancient gods who are returning through various means can be considered a contribution. Of course, this aspect is best It is based on voluntariness, and if it is purely utilitarian, it is considered a wrong way." Cao Zhe was planning in his mind.
In front of him, Lord Bingling had already talked about the specific plan to invade the heaven.
As soon as I heard about this plan, I didn’t come up with it in three or two days.
It is very possible that these little gods and immortals who are in the human world and have noticed something is wrong have been secretly discussing and planning for a long time.
There just has been a lack of a leader.
When fighting against those powerful gods with powerful personalities, they lack sufficient strength and confidence.
And Cao Zhe has the Zhenwu destiny. Once he returns to the heaven, everything Zhenwu left behind will automatically be put into his body, overlap and merge with him, and his strength will usher in another rapid increase.
You will have overwhelming strength in an instant.
Cao Zhe quickly rushed out of the tea room.
In a state of double heightened awareness, look up to the sky.
At this time, everything changed drastically in Cao Zhe's eyes.
The operating rules of everything in the sky, the blocked Tianmen, and even everything behind the Tianmen.
All turned into magical symbols.
In the end, these symbols gathered into a magical power in Cao Zhe's mind.
A magical power that Cao Zhe had always been familiar with, but had never fully learned from Senior Brother Laoshan.
"Mediating for good fortune...?"
"The first change among the thirty-six changes in Tiangang!"
"It's actually recorded in the sky. You can see it as long as you raise your eyes. But... without my understanding and ability, how can ordinary people see it? How can they feel it?" Cao Zhe In my heart, I felt completely humble.
He felt an unfathomable feeling from the newly acquired magical power of 'Mediating Creation'.
Not to mention completing the Thirty-six Heavenly Gang Transformations, even if he perfects this form of mediating creation, he can reach a whole new level.
The immortal energy in the body is integrated more perfectly, closer to the original idea.
"This day! You can't go up!"
"If I go to heaven at this time, even if I really reach the top, I will no longer be me."
"I have to be patient until one day I can perfectly digest everything given by the Zhenwu destiny, and then I can fly to the nine heavens and take away the... Zhenwu treasure!" Cao Zhe made a decision in his heart.
Then he turned to Duke Binling and said, "I understand your good intentions. I just want to practice cultivation and comprehend Huangting. I have no interest in becoming a great deity and taking charge of all things."
"Ah...?" Bing Linggong, who was still talking non-stop and chased Cao Zhe all the way out, was immediately confused by Cao Zhe's words.
"Great Heavenly Lord! Supreme Lord of the Three Realms! There are still people... No! There are still people who don't want to be gods? What do you think?" Bing Linggong looked at Cao Zhe with doubts in his eyes and an uncertain expression.
Then he slapped his forehead and released a divine fire.
"Emperor! This is the divine fire of the lower god. You only need to leave a mark on the divine fire to control the life and death of the lower god."
"If you don't believe in me, all the gods on the list are under your control!" At this time, Duke Bingling not only showed his ambition, but also showed his determination to make the most of it.
Unfortunately, Cao Zhe, who saw through the truth, was completely unmoved.
He slapped the opponent's divine fire back into his forehead with a palm, and then said: "Serve your father's Taoist body well! Maybe it won't be long before your father wakes up!"
"At that time, if you have any ambitions or ideas, please tell your father!"
Bing Linggong was stunned for a moment, and then his expression became tangled.
In the end, it turned into unconcealable joy.
"Is what the emperor said...is it true?" Duke Bingling asked.
Cao Zhe said: "If you wait more than eighty years at the latest, your father will definitely regain his true sanity. Even if he does not fully awaken, communication will be no longer hindered."
"It's just that by then, whether it's a good thing or a bad thing for you... you won't know!"
What Cao Zhe meant was that he didn't know whether Emperor Dongyue would tell Duke Bingling that he was dead.
Of course, in this artificially fabricated world, Lord Bingling is still alive.
It's just that I can only live in this kind of 'falseness' forever!
"It's no wonder that the contestants can't choose the identity of little god or fairy."
"Because they are specific NPCs. As for the identities of great gods and immortals, they need unique identity cards, just like the Zhenwu destiny recognition I obtained in the world of the divine eagle. Without this unique identity card, I have to to the corresponding identity.”
