Am I the only one who didn't ascend?

The huge Governor's Mansion requires nearly a hundred staff members to maintain normal operation when working with various formations and ingenuity.

When Wang Luo arrived, he saw a busy scene. Professionals from various industries seemed to be making intensive preparations for an upcoming grand performance. It was as if he was unaware of the crisis Rongcheng was in at this time. It is more like a puppet that has long lost its soul, walking only under the guidance of its owner.

Wang Luo scanned the whole place with his eyes and realized that everything in front of him was just a ploy by the people staying here to show off their magical powers like a demonstration.

He single-handedly controls hundreds of people here. These people include weak scholars who have never been exposed to actual combat, as well as powerful warriors who look after homes and serve as concierges. Most of them have golden elixir cultivation.

But in front of a transformed god using his full strength, the golden elixir is nothing more than an ant.

So, why not use this tyrannical cultivation level to directly turn yourself into an ant?

Before the question could be asked, Wang Luo got the answer.

"I'm interested in you, kid. Let's talk."

The words came from a young woman who was carefully arranging the mural decoration. While she was staring at the artwork in front of her, she said words that had nothing to do with her work.

The next moment, a middle-aged woman next to her, holding notes to record the progress of the decoration work, took over the previous sentence.

"There is no one else here, and I have temporarily turned off all the monitoring formations and magic weapons, so I might as well speak more openly and honestly. Of course, since I started the conversation, I'll get straight to the point first: Join us."

When the last word of this sentence was spoken, it was replaced by an old man floating on the second floor installing lamps.

In just a few words, the other party had already demonstrated extremely superb puppetry skills, which was worthy of praise even in the old immortal calendar era.

Wang Luo just smiled at this: "I didn't expect that you are the only one here. Where is the governor and his incarnation?"

"That's not an issue you need to be concerned about, let alone an issue you should be concerned about. Boy, you are naturally unruly, why do you want to be with the people in the cocoon?"

Wang Luo tried his best to perceive every detail of the Governor's Mansion with his spiritual mind, and casually replied: "We have been together since we woke up, and compared to you aberrations, the person in the cocoon you call me and I look more similar. some."

"Deceiving yourself!" the Puppet Master said disdainfully, "With the power of your Dao body, what kind of distortion you want is not just arbitrary?"

Wang Luo seriously denied it: "It is precisely because there is no distortion and everything is perfect that it can be called a natural Taoist body."

"Yes, the innate Taoist body, which ranks among the thousands of immortal bodies in the old world, is perfect in everything... but the definition of perfection changes with time and circumstances. If you were born in Jingzhou or Luzhou, It must not be like this. The woman who died in your hands has always been praised by the people in her hometown as the closest to the perfect divine form."

Wang Luo couldn't help but laugh: "Looking at it this way, I have no reason to join you. I really don't want to have a deformed appearance with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and then comfort myself by saying that everything is perfect."

"..."

Wang Luo added: "Furthermore, since you have inherited the old immortal calendar, you should know that the true appearance of an immortal is definitely not these distorted appearances."

When this topic was brought up, the puppet master said: "Since you talked about Taoism and the appearance of immortals, you should know that the so-called immortal way is just a path of growth that was developed by descendants of Chicheng more than 13,000 years ago. This road once ruled Kyushu, but it was cut off one thousand two hundred years ago. The cut off road is just history, and it is not qualified to dictate the reality. Moreover, even before the catastrophe, the Immortal Road was never the only way. Those monsters and monsters also have their own paths. In the past, those paths were crushed by the immortal way, but now all living beings are equal."

Wang Luo was somewhat surprised when he heard this: "It seems that you are more advanced than here on the issue of equal rights. It is simply impressive. Then, why not tell me what is going on in Tianzhizuo and who is your leader? ? How is the military situation facing the Immortal League’s aggressive westward expansion? What are the other countermeasures besides sending death squads like you? "

The puppet master laughed: "As long as you join us and go to the bank of Feng Lake, someone will naturally tell you the answer you want. But if you want to dig out important information from me, you are looking for the wrong person. When we were selected , I have lost the memory of sensitive information, and there are many things that I can’t say even if I want to.”

Wang Luo said: "So someone is still responsible for the selection? And you said you lost your memory, but your teammate didn't say that. She talked a lot."

The puppet master explained: "Her main job is to be open and honest, and to liberate the people in the cocoon with sincerity. She naturally talks a lot, but there may not be much effective information. She may tell you that she has her own mentor in Tianzhizuo With relatives and friends, she may also say that in order to send the two of us into the Great Barrier of Dinghuang, many people spent a lot of resources... But if you think about it carefully, what information is there that you don't know at all? ? The two sides have been at war for more than a thousand years, and they already know each other quite well. As long as we think about the two of us when we appeared in Yueyang and then transferred to Daorong City, many things will be logical. The only valuable information we have is our number of people, but it’s not difficult to guess that if we really had more people, the trouble in Rong City would never be so small.”

This statement aroused Wang Luo's approval: "I also think that her words when she polluted Han Guming were really evasive."

"So she is the speaker who is good at liberation, which is what you call type two. And people like me who are not good at speaking can only use solid information to persuade the people I value. So, Wang Luo, are you interested in listening to my story?"

As he spoke, everyone in the hall, from different regions, different professions, different genders, and ages, turned their eyes at the same time. Dozens of eyes stared at Wang Luo, urging him to make the only answer.

Wang Luo smiled: "Okay, I'd like to hear more about it."

The puppet master nodded, or rather, dozens of people nodded at the same time, and said in unison: "Then let's start the story. First, let's talk about a topic that you should be very interested in: Why is it a god transformation? Why are there only two gods among the elites that Tian Zhizuo sent to stop the Immortal Alliance from pioneering?"

Wang Luo was silent for a while, and said: "It's indeed a good question."

"Isn't it? But I can't guarantee that the answer to this question is absolutely correct, because many things are deduced by me based on the remaining memories after I entered the great barrier, but I promise to tell you the truth."

"Fair enough."

"Then listen carefully..." The puppet master opened his story meeting with ease.