Mythological origins

After suppressing the three Dao Masters including her, Bai Mo made an extremely crazy move.

He actually used himself as an anchor and tried to forcibly summon a special red giant star that emitted endless demonic light to the Daochen Realm.

That was a whole star!

It was a demonic star that was burning fiercely!

Once it was really summoned out completely, the crazy gravity of the star itself and the scorching high temperature generated by endless fusion would not directly destroy the entire Daochen Immortal Realm, but the demonic light emitted would be able to completely demonize the Daochen Immortal Realm.

In order to stop the other party's crazy move, Isis was also forced to temporarily change camps and join forces with two old enemies who had been fighting for thousands of years.

But she remembered that she had obviously failed on her side, and her last memory stayed at the moment when the demonic red giant star was detonated, like a supernova explosion...

After that, she had no memory at all.

In another set of memories, she, Isis, was also a Daozun-level demon god with the title of the Mother of All Insects, but she was a native life of the Daochen Realm, not a starry sky insect race from another world.

In order to fight against the original Daozun Moyang Daozun, who fell into madness and tried to destroy the Heavenly Dao by destroying the world, she formed a coalition with other Daozun in the Daochen Realm to jointly defend the Daochen Realm.

The coalition fought a series of battles with Moyang Daozun, and in the end all Daozun and Moyang died together, winning a victory with a very heavy price.

Of course, Daozun is almost immortal, and the so-called death together is not a real death, but it is just that after being seriously injured, all cultivation and strength have been lost, and it is unknown how many tens of thousands of years it will take to recover.

This is what happened to Isis, the mother of all insects, who degenerated into an insect egg.

If it were not for the constant worship of the Demon God Temple day and night and the faith of hundreds of millions of demons, it would probably take countless days to wake up.

Two completely different sets of memories made the ten-meter-tall girl's face full of confusion.

Instinctively told her that the first set of memories was the real one.

But after using her divine power to read the memories of many demons who believed in her, Isis found that the world in the second set of memories was the real one in the memories of her believers!

She was really a demon god born and raised in Daochen Realm and worshipped by all demons!

"Am I wrong, or is the world wrong?" The girl who came to this conclusion sat on the ground absent-mindedly, doubting her life.

"Neither is wrong."

"Then what is wrong?"

"Both pasts can be true." Bai Mo said another sentence that made her a little confused.

"How is it possible?! The past is unique!"

"We are fighting for history."

"..."

"We... us?"

"I didn't understand. I just want to know which one of me is real now."

"Take your time. The moment you figure it out, you can jump out of the chessboard."

"..."

After leaving such a sentence, Bai Mo disappeared into the shadows.

"Riddler is so abominable. It can't be me who is wrong. It must be this world!!!"

The girl named Isis began to twist her body and turned into a group of twisted tentacles with wings, flying back to the top of the altar of the Demon God Temple.

She needs to think carefully about what is going on!

…    "Senior, why do I still feel tired after building my foundation? There seems to be no difference between inside and outside the pass..." Mo Fengwu and Mo Caihuan asked Bai Mo again when they met him in front of Mo Tianxie's tomb.

Somehow, every time they went to worship Mo Tianxie, they would meet this strange senior, as if he had never left.

Of course, their purpose this time was a little different. In addition to worshiping Mo Tianxie, they also had the task of burying the bones of several mothers with him.

When Madam Yan and her daughters first met Bai Mo, they were already in their early thirties. Now many years have passed, and they have also sacrificed twenty years of their life for the Yin-Yang Five Elements Formula.

The wives of Mo Tianxie who failed to build their foundations still met the end of their lives.

Only Mo Fengwu and Mo Caihuan, who were only 28 years old at the time of the blood sacrifice, managed to successfully build their foundations before their lifespans ran out after years of hard work and the "little" help from Mu Ziqing, the leader of the Yin-Yang Sect, and Han Yu before he disappeared.

"Dad, mom is here to accompany you."

"Adoptive father, I will continue your dream of cultivating immortals! Let everyone know that even without spiritual roots, you can still cultivate immortals!"

Seeing that Bai Mo did not answer, the two women began to talk to themselves at Mo Tianxie's tombstone while using their magic power to push away the dirt on his coffin.

He was not buried deep. With the magic power of a foundation-building cultivator, Mo Fengwu saw the coffin of his adoptive father buried underground in a few breaths.

Mo Caihuan stepped forward to open the coffin, and it was Mo Tianxie lying peacefully inside.

But a skeleton, in fact, there is nothing peaceful or not.

The space inside the coffin is very large, enough to hold six or seven people. It would be a bit strange to have only one corpse lying in the middle.

Mo Fengwu waved his right hand and took out four lifelike corpses from the storage bag. They were Mo Tianxie's wives.

With the special treatment of some corpse refining techniques, they temporarily retained their beautiful appearance in life.

Mo Caihuan carefully moved them into the specially made giant coffin, placing two on each side of Mo Tianxie, so that he could enjoy the blessing of having two wives in his netherworld.

"Building the foundation is tiring, the golden elixir is tiring, and the Nascent Soul is also tiring." Bai Mo answered after they buried Mo Tianxie's coffin again.

"That's right. As long as you want to advance in cultivation, you will always have to practice hard and fight for opportunities. The foundation builders fight for the foundation builders' opportunities, the golden elixir seniors fight for the golden elixir opportunities, and the Nascent Soul masters also fight for the Nascent Soul opportunities."

"Why is cultivation so tiring..."

Mo Caihuan recalled their lives over the past twenty years. They were either killing people to rob treasures or killing monsters to rob treasures. They fought and cheated each other endlessly.

"Then senior, are you tired?" Mo Fengwu asked with a chuckle.

After these years of contact, they all knew that the other party didn't care about these details and it was okay to make a joke.

"I... am tired too, but it's different from your tiredness."

"Senior, you are so strong, no one can compete with you for the opportunity, how can you be tired without killing people for treasures?"

Mo Fengwu still remembers that many years ago, when he first came to Xuanwu Pass, he happened to see several great cultivators in the late Yuanying stage politely inviting each other.

"We are tired because we don't know what treasure is."

"Ah?! How is this possible? Isn't the treasure atlas a compulsory course for cultivators? If you really don't understand, can't you check the atlas itself?"

Mo Fengwu was full of questions when he heard Bai Mo's words.

How could the senior, who has such a profound cultivation, not know what a good thing is? This is too strange.

"What if we are the ones who compiled the atlas."