Mythological origins

Technicians from various countries on the Blue Star, facing this virtual reality game that seems to be from an advanced alien civilization, put aside their prejudices for the first time, crossed national boundaries, and united together to try to reversely find the existence of the game official.

Unfortunately, the technical gap between the two sides is too large, no matter how hard they try, it is still a waste of effort.

This weird game exists like an Internet ghost.

There is no physical server at all, and the so-called game company has no real employees.

The same is true for the official website of the game.

Everything is so unreasonable.

At least it doesn't make sense in the "reason" they can understand at present.

...

"I just came to see it."

Bai Mo is now more and more curious about this world, everything is so similar to the earth back then.

"Then I won't bother you for now." The receptionist heard this and just stepped aside silently.

Somehow, unlike usual, she didn't want to let this stranger go away at all, and seemed to think that the other party was the real owner.

Bai Mo didn't care about the change of thoughts of an ordinary person because of himself. He touched the outer wall of the Taoist building, used his finger as a knife, and cut off a piece of a ridiculously square stone slab.

Then the next moment, the wall with a large piece missing, as if it suddenly had its own life, "grew" the hole again.

Faced with this weird scene, both the newcomers to the Taoist temple and the security guards who were originally responsible for maintaining order turned a blind eye.

This is a large stone slab two meters long, one meter wide, and nearly twenty centimeters thick.

At this time, it was lying quietly on the ground.

He used his finger as a pen and wrote the two big words "Taoyuan" stroke by stroke.

When the last stroke fell, the sky seemed to become gloomy.

"Come here." Bai Mo looked at the receptionist who had just asked him and had now walked to the side.

"Hello, sir, may I ask... are you here to register to join the Taoist temple?" She repeated what she had just said, as if she had lost her memory for a few seconds, and the person in front of her was just a stranger.

"Help me replace the Taoist temple's plaque with this."

"..."

She looked at the stone slab on the ground that was several times larger than her and more than ten times heavier than her, and was stunned.

"Do you mean that I should call the logistics department?"

It was very strange. This matter was obviously outrageous, but she couldn't get angry for some reason, and she took the initiative to think about how to complete the task.

"No, you can just take it up."

"I... OK."

The receptionist agreed almost without thinking.

She didn't even take off her high heels, but bent down and tried to lift the stone weighing nearly a ton.

What's more outrageous is that she really picked up the stone slab easily, as easy as picking up plastic foam.

Then she jumped three meters casually, and the plaque at the main entrance of the Taoist temple had changed its face.

...

"Taoist temple... What a nostalgic name."

At this moment, a hedgehog-headed young man appeared behind Bai Mo and sighed.

"You are here." Bai Mo looked at the silver-haired woman next to the hedgehog head.

"Night Lord."

"Ice Queen."

"Don't call me such a middle school name, it sounds awkward, the people below are messing around." The hedgehog-haired young man complained with a black face.

They were Ye Zi and Yun Jie.

Through some special intelligence channels, Yun Jie learned that Farel had obtained a small planet that was very similar to the earth, so he dragged Ye Zi and came here with her.     The first stop for the two of them was also Tianhai City.

"It's almost six hundred years."

"Yes, my daughter is preparing for my six hundredth birthday." Yun Jie, who still looks like he is in his early twenties, said something serious that has nothing to do with his appearance.

"When I was five hundred years old, it was a mess."

"..."

The hundredth birthday of a true immortal affects the fate of countless people under his command.

In order to prepare a birthday gift that will last for a lifetime and leave a little impression in the heart of the protagonist of the ceremony, thousands of people fought wits and courage, bleeding and fighting.

Hundreds of people died directly or indirectly in the fight for the precious spiritual materials that were birthday gifts.

But no one thought there was anything wrong with this.

Because it was just like today.

With a thought, a true immortal could easily give a mortal a strong body that could lift a tripod.

The young lady who was responsible for receiving Bai Mo even gained physical strength comparable to that of a second-level cultivator without even noticing it.

Lifting a stone slab weighing more than a thousand pounds was as easy as eating and drinking water.

Not only that, her short skirt, stockings, high heels, and underwear were all strengthened at the same time at that moment, turning into a complete set of spiritual tools.

Otherwise, as soon as she got the power and tried to lift the stone slab, the stiletto heels of her high heels would break with a "snap" sound because they could not support the huge gravity.

At the same time, the clothes on her body would be torn apart when she exerted force, resulting in a strong "clothes explosion" effect.

Some people in the empire have always had such a trend of thought.

A mortal's hard work for a hundred years is not as good as a thought from a true immortal.

There is no point in practicing hard. The right way is to find opportunities and ways to please the immortals.

If you can get a ray of blue eyes, you can save yourself a hundred years of struggle.

Of course, this idea has always been looked down upon by many ascetics...

The useless people who rely on climbing up cannot control their own power at all, nor can they explore higher realms by themselves. They are not worthy of being called monks at all. They are no different from mortals who drive mechas and wear colonial clothes.

But they don't think so.

Strength is strength, whether it is cultivated or worshipped.

Is there any essential difference between this and priests who believe in Shintoism?

…

The three of them walked into the Taoist building as if nothing had happened.

"Compared to our time, they are much weaker." Yun Jie's divine thoughts swept through the entire building in an instant.

Even the "big bosses" on the top floor are equivalent to the receptionist lady who was just strengthened by Bai Mo, and can barely be considered second-level.

They were only more than a month after the Autumn of Linghe, and they had already entered the third level.

Any one of them can pick this so-called "Taoist Academy".

"But the pace of extraordinary promotion in this world is completely controlled by Farel, so it is normal that it is slower than ours."

"Why is this world so similar?" Ye Zi asked while receiving the information sent by other incarnations.

When they descended, they had already sent more than ten incarnations to roam around.

Indeed, as Yun Jie knew, the Azure Star has countless similarities with the former Earth.

Whether it is the structure or the place name.

PS: This chapter says that it has finally been unsealed and restored... But I was sealed by the epidemic and vomited blood.