Mythological origins

As a reward for Bai Mo's life-saving grace, the two promised to help each other guard the new Nine Netherworld for a thousand years, until now.

This is the origin of the "Millennium Agreement".

Now five hundred years have passed, and the Jiekong they helped to guard has been completely integrated into the Endless Earth with the Nine Netherworld. The meaning of the two staying has disappeared, and Bai Mo decided to terminate this "contract" in advance.

"Then I suggest that you train well first, he is already a three-tribulation true immortal."

"..."

Bai Mo's words are very straightforward and heartbreaking.

The higher the cultivation level, the harder it is to be killed.

After all, the mainstream direction of normal life evolution is still survival, not destruction.

The more you practice, the harder it is for a cultivator to die. This is the right way. Trying to add points to the destructive power and turning yourself into a fragile skin with high attack and low defense is a complete crooked way.

Because no matter how many people you can kill, you only have one life.

No one can guarantee that you will never have any accidents.

There is no doubt that the thicker the blood bar, the more life-saving skills, and the stronger the ability to deal with accidents.

…

No matter which path the True Immortals take, they are essentially people who live in the path of survival.

Unless there is an overwhelming advantage in numbers, such as dozens of people fighting one, it is difficult for people of the same level to completely kill each other.

As the core of the magic system, the Celestial Immortals have studied various life-saving immortal arts.

Earthly Immortals coexist with civilization in a one-way manner. If civilization does not perish, earthly immortals will not die. Conversely, even if civilization perishes, earthly immortals can still escape.

Not only are human immortals indestructible in body and will, but they also have the ability to be reborn by dripping blood.

The main body of the gods lives deep in the kingdom of gods, and it is impossible for outsiders to break through.

Ghost immortals are like demons, whose information is indestructible and demons are immortal.

“Three… calamities?!”

Bai Mo’s words fell on the two of them like a bolt from the blue.

Xiao Chou originally thought that he was gifted and invincible at the same level, but he did not expect that Ramdo would not be stuck at the same level with him at all, and he was focused on climbing the level.

It is really difficult for him, a one-tribulation celestial being, to seek revenge on a three-tribulation immortal. At most, he can barely escape from the opponent's hands, and there is no chance of counterattack.

"You are also the king of the undead who created the necromancer. One day, there will be a chance." Bai Mo said this middle school title without changing his face, and Xiao Chou and his sister were a little uncomfortable for a while.

Fortunately, there was only one old friend around, so it was not too embarrassing.

"I just hope you can live to that day."

"Live to that day?" Xiao Chou asked puzzledly.

"Soon, history will start again. If you are unlucky, you and Ramdo may not meet again until many years later."

"It is also possible that it is a separation of life and death."

"Separation of life and death..." Bai Mo's words made the ghost fire and Soul Hall Master Yu Xi, who were eating melons on the side, look very unhappy.

Although in fact, it has no face.

It's just that the constantly shaking green flame seems to expose the fact that it is laughing happily in its heart.

"May the immortal live forever. How can it be impossible for us to meet again? Could it be that... he will leave with you too?"

"History starts over again. What's going on?"

Facing Bai Mo, the riddler who only said half of what he said, Xiao Chou, whose curiosity was aroused, felt a little anxious.

"Two and a half years later, all the people in the Terra Empire will be scattered to random locations in the universe in the form of a slingshot. If you are unlucky, you may never see each other again in this life..."    "..."

"Why?"

"That's all."

After saying this, Bai Mo turned around and left without further explanation.

...

Time can be slow for some people, but it may be fast for others.

In the blink of an eye, the agreed date came.

"Today is January 1st of the 550th year of the Dao Yuan Era." Bai Mo whispered as he looked at a small spaceship that was flying towards him at a high speed.

Behind this small spaceship that can only accommodate less than a hundred people at most is the Holy Terra Empire fleet composed of more than 6,000 Daqian leading ships arranged neatly.

Each of the leading ships has a space equivalent to the size of the earth compressed inside, forming its own cycle and world, hence the name "Da Qian".

The entire Holy Terra Empire, with a population of nearly 5 trillion, lives on these ships.

In the hundreds of years since leaving Earth, they have never settled on any planet for a long time.

Most people are born on leading ships and die on leading ships.

Of course, the environment inside the leading ship is not much different from the original surface of the earth.

There is also artificial suitable gravity, artificial suitable sunlight, rising and setting of the sun, ebb and flow of the tide.

Various landforms are also cos from the earth.

Oceans, mountains, plains, forests... everything is available.

The only difference may be that there is no mining industry going underground in the world of leading ships. After all, it is a man-made world, and useful ores will not be buried out of boredom.

…

“It’s been five hundred and fifty years since you proposed the Dao Yuan Era on the moon.” Kirkov, who poked his head out of the small spaceship, and then his limbs emerged from the hull, passing through the ship like a ghost, continued.

Behind him, one hand after another, one leg after another, one head after another “grew” out of the titanium alloy shell of the spaceship, and more people seemed to pass through the water curtain, directly stepped out of the spaceship into space and looked at Bai Mo.

Walking at the end was the old acquaintance Farel. After she completely left the spaceship, her right hand turned into a huge black mist, enveloping the entire spaceship. Then, like a child grabbing a toy, she put the spaceship into the void.

After putting away the small spaceship, she smiled at Bai Mo.

The forty-eight true immortals, representing the will of the entire empire, formally started what might be the last negotiation with Bai Mo.

"Five hundred and fifty years have passed. To be honest, you have disappointed me a little." Bai Mo suddenly changed into a teacher's tone of scolding students, and said with a disappointed tone.

"..."

"My initial idea was to give you the secrets of becoming an immortal, so that you can avoid detours and perhaps have a chance to suppress me who will destroy the world after I am completely transformed into Taoism."

"Later, I found that this was unrealistic, so I lowered my psychological expectations and just hoped that more of you could survive my destruction."

"What a pity..."

"..."

"A madman who eats the power of Taoism, don't you feel guilty for saying these things?" Everyone couldn't help but complain in their hearts when they heard Bai Mo's complaints.

After hundreds of years of research, they have long figured out the source of Bai Mo's power that seems to be cheating.

As the first pioneer who accidentally stepped out of the road of true immortality, he did not build his own true spirit barrier to distinguish between "self" and "non-self", and could only let the power of Taoism rush in crazily and constantly erode his self.

The manifestation is that emotions and feelings are constantly weakened, without love, hatred, and self, and become a "sun" in the true sense.

Kong has the power of endless light and heat, but it is a dead thing without even a self.