Mythological origin

Chapter 104 Meeting ([-])

"For the empire, high-level resources are too limited, and it is extremely difficult for true immortals to kill each other in battle. Early exile is a no-brainer..."

Ye Dexian, who had just bid farewell to Bai Mo, explained the reason to him before leaving.

They can't directly affect the Samsara Tribulation, because almost without exception, the monks who cross the Tribulation will arrange in private, looking for a suitable hidden world to travel through.

The coordinates of these hidden worlds are the biggest secrets of the monks who cross the catastrophe, and they will hardly be shared with anyone.

After all, no one wants to be hunted down by the enemy and killed in advance when they travel through the past and are still weak.

It's going to die, it's really dead.

"I have let them release the coordinates of the Imperial Fleet. If these people are not dead, it should not take long before they can be retrieved.

And next, the reverse space domain broadcast will be carried out. "

"...Space Domain Broadcasting...Boss, don't you want to...reverse fishing."

Chen Xi is a sixth-order monk after all, and he is by no means ignorant of the spatial layer model.

Broadcasting in the space domain is basically equivalent to broadcasting in the universe, playing "My door is always open, waiting for you with open arms" in a loop...

"No in the first stage. I just plan to get them back who are wandering outside. Every ounce of strength against me is precious and should not be wasted because of the selfishness of a few people."

"...that's too..."

"Can I ask one more question?"

"Say."

"If... I mean, if I exhausted my nine lives before you come back, then... will the World-Suppressing Golden Talisman appear?"

"No, it will only be randomly transferred to one of the people who are closest to you, and it will be passed down from generation to generation until the day I come back."

"Well... I thought that if my life was in danger, it could make a move."

Hearing Bai Mo's answer, Chen Xi felt a little lost.

The relationship between myself and my boss has really been completely broken since the deal with the Nine Lives Phoenix bloodline.

But the loss only lasted for less than a second, and she immediately thought about it again.

"How many monks of the same level as me, it is rare to even have a chance to talk to a true immortal on weekdays, and I can chat for a long time at least."

"When the power of the World-Suppressing Golden Talisman is stimulated at once, it is enough to completely wipe out the entire empire. This is not something you can grasp, even if it is only passively activated."

"..."

"Next, your self-rescue plan will also revolve around the Zhenshi Jinfu."

"The World-Suppressing Golden Talisman is an eighth-level talisman. Boss, your World-Exterminating Evil Corpse is projected to be an eighth-level existence... Could it be that you want to use the Golden Talisman to fight against the evil corpse?"

"The World-Suppressing Golden Talisman is one side of my power, and the evil corpse is the other side of my power. The power of the three corpses cannot directly interfere with each other."

"..."

During the chat between the two of them without saying a word, the time passed silently for most of the day.

At this time, various related news have already spread in the circle of nobles.

Venis knew Bai Mo's character, he didn't like to repeat one thing many times, so she had already arranged the general ins and outs of the matter into a document and sent it to all the participants.

……

The next day, at 10:[-] a.m. when the empire was united, the meeting officially began.

Since human beings left the earth and came to the boundless space, time and the logic of the sun rising and the moon setting have been completely reversed.

In the past, the sun rose and the moon set, and the earth's autobiographical revolution determined the date and time.

Now everyone lives in the false sky of the Daqian leader, and the rising sun and moon setting are all man-made scenes.

Sunset, because it was eighteen o'clock when the empire was unified.

The sun rises because it was six o'clock when the empire was united.

The sun rises and the moon sets in the leader ship, and the seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter are all subject to the arrangement of the atomic timer.

"Your Majesty, the time has come, please."

Venis, who was dressed in a royal-style long dress and had a frosty face, slowly entered the arena surrounded by many attendants and watched by countless gazes.

In name, she is still the leader of the empire, and the order of entering the arena must be ahead of all the true immortals.

Next came Bai Mo, who was the first person to enter the Hall of Mirrors with the courtesy of a foreign head of state since the establishment of the empire.

Before that, all the forces that the empire faced, including the many small worlds that invaded, had no existence that they could take seriously.

Occasionally, a few true immortal-level inhuman beings were beaten to death and shared by dozens of the same level, and there was no chance to come to the hall of mirrors to negotiate.

Behind Bai Mo are the incarnations of 32 real immortals.

The matter was so important that even a few ascetic monks who never asked about world affairs had to attend as avatars.

It is always a crisis of annihilation, and the evil zombies will not kill you just because you are only immersed in penance.

Its obsession is to exterminate all life.

There is no admission process for the fifth-level and sixth-level councilors under the immortals, and their avatars are directly transported to the corresponding seats by the hall of mirrors.

The design of the entire Hall of Mirrors is a bit like a super-large circular sports field.

The real immortals live high above the sports field, sitting in a circle hundreds of meters apart from each other.

The nobles below are the "spectators" of the stadium, the sixth-rank monks sit in the upper VIP seats, and the fifth-rank monks sit in the ordinary seats below.

"Which one is today's protagonist?"

"I heard that it was the overlord of the era hundreds of years ago."

"Your Majesty, who usually doesn't pretend to talk to other true immortals, has a very low profile today..."

The venue was silent and solemn, because everyone was chatting enthusiastically in small groups.

Of course, they don't want to chat too much, not to mention that the real fairy has a "speaking spirit", and the Hall of Mirrors will definitely quietly leave everyone's chat records.

After all, the Hall of Mirrors is not the real world.

However, the risk of gossip in the real world is not low. Many practitioners who specialize in intelligence collection or make a career out of it will learn backtracking spells.

They can look back on what happened in a certain place in the past, and then organize it into intelligence and sell it to those who need it.

It is precisely because of such spells that pure password verification techniques are almost completely eliminated.

Unless it is a super strong person who is confident enough to ensure that the process of entering the password will not be retroactively reproduced, or he will take pains to disrupt the retrospective with a psychic jammer every time he enters the password.

……

"...Everyone, the currently known intelligence has been mentioned in the internal reference documents. In the next time, we need to discuss a complete set of countermeasures."

Venis didn't have any polite words, because she knew that almost all the real immortals present knew Bai Mo. As for the lower real immortals, they were just the audience, the atmosphere group.

The owners of the 34 chairs high in the sky are the protagonists of today.

But it seems that the chair that Bai Mo is sitting on is very far away from the others.

Especially the Four Holy Beasts and Kirkov sat directly across from Bai Mo.

The only thing that is a little closer is the position of Xu Xuanling.

(End of this chapter)