I'm the Master of the Yellow Springs

At this point, the Six Paths were completely completed.

Wu Lang did not interfere with those three systems, but only classified the paths of reincarnation.

"In this way, I can continue to retreat with peace of mind."

Wu Lang was satisfied.

At this time, he was thinking about how the world he ruled, this era of cultivation, should develop.

The disciples and gods under his command will spread their wings, walk out of a bright world, and rule the world.

As time goes by, they have all begun their journeys, one group is taking risks in the sky, and the other group is fighting for hegemony in the mortal world.

And what about those aliens?

In this era, what role will the disciples of "Underworld Ghosts" play in the new world and in the underworld?

Wu Lang thought a lot.

There are 700 million players in this game, and there are currently 130 million online players at the same time.

It is already a quite astonishing number, but to be honest, this number is not high for the Kyushu human world.

There are too many people in Kyushu. A continent is larger than the earth. Even if 7 billion people are crammed into it, it will not be able to make a big splash.

These strangers are very few in number, pitifully few!

In this world, they can't have much influence.

The fourth disaster?

How can a small number become a natural disaster? They can only be regarded as a special clan.

It is undeniable that this alien clan will produce geniuses, and there will be individual strong men standing at the top, but they only need to be treated as indigenous strong men.

"Don't worry about them."

Wu Lang immediately came to a conclusion in his mind.

"If necessary, in the future, through the six paths of reincarnation, spiritual energy can be poured into the earth, and a spiritual energy recovery will naturally occur, and it can be regarded as a secular world."

After thinking about it clearly, Wu Lang didn't bother to pay attention.

In this era of cultivation civilization, there will be bright waves that will promote the development of the times and catch up with the superior thirty-three heavens.

He then walked with Hou Tuzai to understand the current situation, and then returned to the cave of Daleiyin Temple.

Continue to practice.

Now, he no longer needs to become a Huiniang and focus on his own cultivation.

Another year.

The third level of heaven.

I reach a new level every year, but my heart is tired.

He took a look at the outside world and saw that the flood was still raging, the people were suffering, the gods in the sky were fighting, and the Evil Buddha Emperor was knocking on the door frantically.

Wu Lang was a little impatient.

What is Evil Buddha Emperor doing?

At this glance, I discovered that I joined Buddhism and became a Buddhist protector, but died one hundred and seventy-two times. Apparently, I became cannon fodder in the war.

The little Evil Buddha Emperor could still show off in the old era, but in the new era he cannot beat the new system.

He glanced at the sky again.

On the twenty-third day, with the help of Daojun Tianyue, someone was still frantically increasing production, making a lot of money, and opened a stock market to make money crazily. Investors initially appeared in the fairy world, trading stocks every day.

"Invest in a commodity company and wait for dividends? Can even casual cultivators invest?"

People gradually discovered that the stock exchange was much better than going to the secret realm to earn resources, several times a day.

It's just like gambling. You work hard and earn 3,000 yuan a month. But after gambling, you find that you win thousands of yuan and the money comes easily. Will you still work honestly? ?

As a result, the stock market became popular.

How terrifying is the computing power of these monks?

Stock god per capita.

As a result, this moment became a battlefield where there was no luck and a competition for computing power.

The average number of Bitcoins calculated by mouth per person, and the average number of supercomputers per person, is this a joke.

Some people even compare this battlefield to traditional monk competitions such as the "Hundred Sects Competition", in which countless strong men join in, each relying on their own means.

They all placed bets, the big fish ate the small fish, manipulated the stock market, and calculated the rise and fall.

Moreover, they began to send monks at the bottom to collect intelligence information on various commodities and supplier transactions to calculate the rise and fall of a certain stock that day, and to buy and sell.

They even learned to make fake news about a certain product company to mislead their enemies.

This is already an invisible gaming battlefield.

Even Huang Mingshan was amazed:

"As expected of gods, they are not leeks at all! They saw through the principle in an instant and became chess players behind the scenes. They were playing chess crazily, trying to turn the tables and make a fortune."

Another half month passed.

Other immortal sects are adapting to one version a day and adapting like crazy. They have learned to join forces to set up the market, use huge amounts of money to manipulate stock prices, and cut off the leeks of retail investors.

It can be said.

It only took them half a month to completely surpass modern humans.

As an official, Huang Mingshan did not manipulate the stock price and remained absolutely impartial. With this commission, he had already made a fortune.

"Hehehe, this stock market is quite interesting."

On the twenty-first day, a big Luo was playing chess with another big Luo. "This is much better than when we play Go. The changes are so much bigger. Everyone is trying to interfere with the information. There are endless changes. Let's wait and see for a while. Hands also cultivate sentiments.”

Day twenty-four.

A big Luo frowned slightly and looked at the curve of the stock market, "He promised to be absolutely fair, but he made too much. This is a business for the rich. It can be said to be a new type of casino. It is too monopolistic to keep the shares and pay dividends. It’s really embarrassing.”

But the other heavens above and below became increasingly dissatisfied.

This business has become too big and too profitable, and the long-lost war between the heavens is about to begin.

They want to seize the factories behind this business alliance, as well as the stock market established by this business alliance, and the management rights are in their hands.

"Oh? There's going to be a war in the sky?"

In the mortal cave, Wu Lang was in high spirits.

I have been fighting in the mortal world for so long, and finally it is your turn to start the war in the heaven.

He opens in heaven and becomes a golden immortal, who can hook into the underworld and strengthen his secret power.

When thinking about his secret power, Wu Lang couldn't help but recruit his disciple Yun Rong and even Yun Changyu, the two leaders of the "Cloud Demon Kingdom".

"Senior." Yun Changyu cupped his fists and said.

"You show your cultivation, and I'll take a look at your combat power and level." Wu Lang said. He had recently begun to practice seriously, so he naturally began to study combat power.

Yun Changyu's heart suddenly became hot.

Is this to test one's own strength?

Therefore, Yun Changyu showed all his background without hiding anything and demonstrated his combat power.

Wu Lang observed carefully and pondered secretly:

"It is indeed terrifyingly strong. The further the realm goes, the greater the gap between the realms. Under this Golden Immortal, even if he goes against the will of heaven, it will be difficult to fight beyond the level."

"She is a mid-stage Golden Immortal, and I, a third-level Heavenly Immortal, have to fully activate my body, have a hundred gods enter my body, and hold the Gods List in my hand to kill her instantly."

too strong.

It's very dangerous. A mere golden immortal is so powerful. If Da Luo takes action, wouldn't he be able to escape?

Fortunately, I felt that I had mastered a regular artifact that was comparable to the jade disc of good fortune. He was a figure of the pioneering era with the same status as the Emperor of Heaven. At the very least, he could use the artifact to resist Da Luo Daojun.

The result is delusion!

It is difficult to deal with even the golden immortals who are at the teaching level all over the place.

Even if he is holding a rule artifact, he will probably be killed by Dao Lord in an instant.

"It will take me another thirty years before I can achieve the Great Perfection of Immortality and step into the Golden Immortal." Wu Lang frowned and measured his speed.

And at this time.

"Senior, how are you?" Yun Changyu looked like she was waiting for praise. Her combat power was very strong among her peers, and most high-level Golden Immortals could fight.

"It's awesome."

Wu Lang nodded, his expression unchanged, "However, there are some areas that you need to correct."

Wu Lang nodded at Yun Changyu.

She benefited greatly and secretly said that she was worthy of being on the other side of Da Luo.

"The war in heaven is about to begin."

Wu Lang added: "I'll give you three tasks. 1. Continue to extract a large amount of underlying resources, 2. Find more 'time caves', 3. Bring other female golden immortals to death."

Only by fighting can you support the mortal world and the underworld.

As long as you have money, with the blessing of [Time Cave Sky], it may be difficult for Daluo Daojun to appear in the mortal world and the underworld, but at the terrifying speed of 360 years a year, it only takes 70 or 80 years to live ten thousand years. , top experts can still quickly appear the Golden Immortal.

"Golden Immortal, this is just the beginning." Wu Lang tapped on the table and considered.

This is not because he is arrogant, it is as it should be.

He and Hou Tu are basically the first level of the Emperor of Heaven. Each holds a magical weapon of rules. They are born sacred and are the masters of a realm.

If this world does not even have golden immortals, how can it be called a new era civilization that is comparable to the fairy world and is even feared by the Emperor of Heaven?

"This future will have to wait a while." Wu Lang took a year off and continued to practice in seclusion.

One year, the four levels of immortality.

He took a look at the outside world, and saw that the flood gradually stabilized, and the people began to adapt to the era of ocean currents, and even began to approach his own Great Leiyin Temple.

"The Tower of Babel, that's the Tower of Babel! The place where the gods live!" Some people were sitting on the big boat, pointing to the distance and shouting, and they all knelt down, as if they had seen the most majestic sacred building in the world.

"Let's climb up!"

"Living on the tower."

Daleiyin Temple is isolated from the world and has long been forbidden to enter. However, a large number of people are still beginning to discover this tall tower in the ocean current and want to live in it.

Wu Lang didn't care about them. It was good for the people to save themselves.

Continue to practice.

Another year.

The fifth level of immortality.

Wu Lang looked to the outside world and saw that the entrance to the Great Leiyin Temple had been covered by the mud they were looking for, and they had planted food on it, turning it into a huge mountain of rocks mixed with mud.

"Holy Mountain, the place where mankind originated! This is the Tower of Babel!" some Western monks shouted.

"No! This is Buzhou Mountain!"

A Taoist monk snorted coldly, "Beyond the northwest sea, in the corner of the wilderness, there are mountains that are not in harmony with each other. They are called Buzhou!"

They started fighting again.

Wu Lang ignored them.

Let nature take its course, and gradually watch the Daleiyin Temple disappear in the long river of history, buried by the years, and eroded by the vicissitudes of life.

With the passage of time, the name of Daleiyin Temple gradually disappeared, and the only names left were the Tower of Babel and Mount Buzhou.

After another year of rest, Wu Lang continued to practice for another year.

Sixth level of immortality.

The flood outside gradually began to subside and returned to the sea.

The old cities that were covered up by the great flood were basically only ruins, and the humans of the new era were shouting.

Many primitive monks wearing animal skins and ragged clothes shouted:

"The flood has receded! The flood has receded!"

"Thank the Lord, thank the gods, we will be reborn in this fertile land and build our kingdom!"

History is spiraling, and people at this time seem to have returned to the barbaric era of the ancient Emperor of Heaven, a new beginning.