Mythological origins

"For the Empire, high-level resources are too limited, and it is extremely difficult for True Immortals to kill each other in battles. Exiling in advance is a solution of no choice..."

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

They cannot directly affect the samsara calamity, because almost without exception, the monks who cross the calamity will privately plan and find a suitable hidden world to cross over.

The coordinates of these hidden worlds are the biggest secrets of the monks who cross the calamity, and they will hardly share them with anyone.

After all, no one wants to be tracked down and killed in advance by the enemy when they cross over and are still weak.

If they die, they will really die.

"I have asked them to release the coordinates of the Imperial Fleet. If these people are not dead, they should be able to find their way back in no time.

And next, there will be a reverse space domain broadcast."

"...Space domain broadcast...Boss, you are not trying to...reverse fishing."

Chen Xi is a sixth-level monk after all, and he is not completely ignorant of the space layer model.

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

"Not in the first stage, I just plan to get them back first. Every bit of power against me is precious and should not be wasted because of the selfishness of a few people."

"...That's too..."

"Can I ask another question?"

"Go ahead."

"If...I mean if, before you return, I have exhausted my nine lives, then...will the world-suppressing golden talisman appear?"

"No, it will only randomly transfer to one of the people who has the closest relationship with you, and pass on from generation to generation until the day I return."

"Well...I thought it would help me if my life was in danger."

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

The relationship between her and her boss was really completely cut off since the transaction of the nine-life phoenix bloodline.

But the disappointment only lasted for less than a second, and she immediately thought it through.

"There are so many cultivators of the same level who are similar to me. It's rare for them to have a chance to talk to the True Immortal on weekdays. At least I can chat with him for half a day."

"The power of the Golden Talisman can be activated at once, which is enough to completely wipe out the entire empire. This is not something you can control, even if it is only activated passively."

"..."

"Next, your self-rescue plan will also revolve around the Golden Talisman."

"The Golden Talisman is an eighth-level talisman, and your evil corpse of world destruction is also an eighth-level existence when projected here and there... Are you going to use the golden talisman to fight against the evil corpse?"

"The 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."

"..."

As the two chatted casually, time passed silently for most of the day.

At this time, various related news had already spread in the aristocratic circle.

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

…

The next day, at 10 a.m. when the Empire was unified, the meeting officially began.

Since humans left the Earth and came to the vast space, the logic of time and the rising and setting of the sun and moon has been completely reversed.

In the past, the date and time were determined by the rising and setting of the sun and moon, and the rotation of the Earth.

Now everyone lives in the false sky of the Great Thousand Leader, and the rising and setting of the sun and moon are all man-made phenomena.     The sun sets because it is already 18 o'clock when the Empire is unified.

The sun rises because it is already 6 o'clock when the Empire is unified.

The rising and setting of the sun and moon in the leader, spring, summer, autumn and winter, must obey the arrangement of the atomic timer.

"Your Majesty, the time is up, please."

Venis, wearing a royal-style long dress and with a frosty face, slowly entered the venue surrounded by many attendants and under countless gazes.

In name, she is still the leader of the Empire, and her order of entry is even earlier than that of the True Immortals.

The next person to enter was Bai Mo. He 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 this, all the forces that the empire faced, including the many small worlds that invaded, did not have existences that they could take seriously.

The occasional non-human life of the True Immortal level was killed and eaten by dozens of people of the same level, and there was no chance to negotiate in the Hall of Mirrors.

Behind Bai Mo were the incarnations of 32 True Immortals.

The matter was of great importance, and even a few ascetics who never cared about worldly affairs on weekdays had to attend as incarnations.

It was always a crisis of world destruction, and the evil corpse would not kill you just because you were concentrating on asceticism.

Its obsession was to exterminate all life.

The fifth and sixth level councilors below the True Immortal did not have an entrance process. Their incarnations were directly teleported to the corresponding seats by the Hall of Mirrors.

The design of the entire Hall of Mirrors was a bit like an oversized circular stadium.

The True Immortals were high above the stadium, sitting in a circle hundreds of meters apart.

The nobles below were the "spectators" of the stadium. The sixth-level monks sat in the upper VIP seats, and the fifth-level monks sat in the ordinary seats below.

"That one is the protagonist today?"

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

"Your Majesty, who is usually polite to other true immortals, is also very low-key today..."

The venue was silent and solemn because everyone was chatting animatedly in private in small groups.

Of course, they won't chat too much. Not to mention that the real immortal has a "word spirit", the Hall of Mirrors will definitely leave everyone's chat records quietly.

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

However, the risks of gossiping in the real world are not low. Many practitioners who specialize in intelligence gathering or make this career will learn retrospective spells.

They can trace back what happened somewhere in the past, organize it into information, and sell it to those who need it.

It is precisely because of such magic that pure password verification technology has almost been completely eliminated.

Unless you are a super strong person who is confident enough to ensure that the process of entering your password will not be replayed by backtracking, or you go to great lengths to use a psychic interference device to disrupt the backtracking every time you enter a password.

…

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

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

The owners of the thirty-four chairs high in the sky are the protagonists today.

But it seemed that the chair Bai Mo was sitting on was very far away from everyone else.

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

The only one slightly closer was Xu Xuan Ling's position.