Mythological origins

"By the way, one last thing."

"What's the matter?" At this time, Chen Xi was still immersed in the obsession of destroying the world that Bai Mo had just mentioned.

"Give me the World-Restraining Golden Talisman."

"The Golden Talisman of Zhenshi? I don't remember such a thing."

"If you think about it again, theoretically, you should remember it by now."

"..."

"I remember, that's it."

After hearing Bai Mo's prompt, Chen Xi inexplicably felt that he had more memories.

That was hundreds of years ago, when the empire had just returned from its expedition to Daochen Realm and officially named this area the Cursed Land.

A talisman dropped from the sky and appeared in front of him without any warning.

Somehow, when she noticed the talisman, she seemed to see a palm that covered the sky and was about to press down on the continent where she was.

Then……

The memory is lost again.

She vaguely remembered that at the end of that memory, there was a faint sigh.

…

A fox tail slapped her back, and a talisman with countless complex lines appeared on her back.

Chen Xi used his tentacle-like fox tail to pull off the talisman on his back.

At the same time, another foxtail took out a pair of special black-rimmed glasses from his pocket and put them on as quickly as possible.

"Boss, please take it away quickly. The mental pollution of this thing is too serious. Through the shielding glasses, I can feel that there is information desperately trying to drill into my memory!"

Shielding glasses are a magic weapon specially developed by the empire to block the contamination of low-level monks by information released unconsciously by high-level monks.

Many monks, especially those who often have the opportunity to meet true immortals, will wear a suit to avoid being contaminated as much as possible.

The spiritual pollution leaked unconsciously by the powerful True Immortals is simply a disaster for low-level monks.

In the mild case, the personality will be distorted, in the worst case, the person will directly lose himself and become the opponent's puppet or a fanatical believer.

…

After Bai Mo took the talisman paper with its own pollution effect in his left hand, he immediately used his right hand to cut off a section of the fox tail that had touched the golden talisman of Zhenshi.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts...!"

The air was filled with howling screams.

…

After a dozen breaths.

"Give it back to you." A writing brush with a strange color floated from Bai Mo's hand to Chen Xi, who was still covering his tail.

"My fur, my tail?"

"yes."

"..."

"It's a pity that the main materials are still a bit lacking, otherwise I should be able to make a real immortal weapon."

"This is very hurtful."

"..."

"The pen fell in the storm.

Poems become weeping ghosts and gods. "

Chen Xi took the semi-immortal weapon made of his own tail hair, used the wind as ink in the void, and wrote two lines of poetry impromptu.

The entire chat space became a little unstable with the appearance of these two poems.

It's like wind, thunder, rain and lightning can all be generated in this stroke. She has no doubt that if she takes this semi-immortal-level pen to the real space outside, she will definitely be able to control the world and kill three parties with "the pen falling like a storm".

"Boss, what do you think would be a better name for it?" Chen Xi couldn't put it down and held it in his hands, even temporarily ignoring the pain of having his tail broken off.

Anyway, with the physiques of their sixth-level demons, it won't take long for them to return to normal after their tails are cut off.

But for the semi-immortal level top-quality spiritual treasures, she might only be able to buy one or two pieces with all her wealth, and they were very likely to be expensive but not available in the market.

After all, the Lingbao used by the upper echelons of the empire has still not achieved industrial mass production. It is still at the level of handicraft workshops, with very low output. It is completely dependent on a small number of master refiners, and the production cycle is often measured in years.

Even if you really want to buy it, it may be decades before you actually get it.

"Tianhu pen?"

"...Isn't it obvious that I use my own hair as a weapon..."

"Wind and Thunder Pen?" Bai Mo said another one casually, but it was just a small thing that he pinched out of hand. He really didn't have much interest in playing with the name.

"Okay, that's it."

As if vaguely aware of Bai Mo's impatience, Chen Xi quickly agreed to the name.

…

"What kind of magical thing is the World-Zhenjin Golden Talisman? Why did I have no impression of it before, but I can remember it immediately after being reminded?"

"This is the eighth-level talisman made by me."

"Eighth-level talismans... Legend has it that the empire suppresses the secrets. There are three seventh-level immortal talismans in total. There are only two people who can create seventh-level immortal talismans."

"But why did I forget it?"

Senior monks have extremely good memories. Even things that happened hundreds of years ago will not be completely unimpressed.

"The World-Restraining Golden Talisman has been in a superposition state of dimensions for many years. Under normal circumstances, monks below the eighth level cannot sense its existence. Unless someone who can see it tells you, then you will notice it."

"Furthermore, a true immortal cannot carry the memories related to the World-Zhenjin Talisman, so after I leave, you will automatically forget everything related to it, unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless you become an immortal, you will think about it again."

"..."

"It's not that easy to become an immortal...Besides, you still need to guard against certain people, otherwise you will never come back."

"I've already taken care of this."

"ah?!"

"While I was looking for you, I also talked to Ye Dexian for a while."

"..."

Many nobles in the empire had some vague guesses that it was the guys from the Blood Alliance who were interfering with the sixth-level perfect cultivators' reincarnation tribulation, causing the success rate, which was already one in ten, to become one in a hundred.

However, due to the lack of evidence, no one was willing to take the lead in opposing the Blood Alliance, which had four true immortals, so this matter has never been solved.

Several cultivators who could have passed the tribulation long ago, such as Queen Venis, chose to endure and wait for the opportunity.

Anyway, the lifespan of the sixth level is as long as three thousand years, so it is not a problem to prepare for a little more time.

At most, I would give up everything in the empire, drive a spaceship, fly in the opposite direction of the empire fleet for a hundred years, and escape the control of the claws.

"Do they really have a way to affect the difficulty of the samsara calamity?"

"No, they can't."

"Then why...only two people have succeeded in the past few hundred years? Even Chen Bowenjian and other geniuses have all failed?"

"Ye Dexian and his team can't affect the samsara calamity, but they can blur the spatial coordinates of the imperial fleet, making it difficult for others to return through the original link even if they succeed in surviving the calamity in other spatial layers.

The ones who have been able to return successfully over the years are Como and another one, both of whom are true immortals specializing in space research, so they can find the way back.

Unfortunately, even Como himself doesn't know the real reason. He secretly believes that Ye Dexian and his team really have a way to control the difficulty of the samsara calamity."