Mythological origins

"It's time for the next one."

After testing the strength of the immortal substance, Bai Mo looked at the others who were thinking and said.

He ignored Ramudo's little thoughts and turned to look at others, hoping for more surprises.

Bai Mo was also very clear about Ramudo's intention to deliberately disclose the huge secret of the immortal substance. He just wanted to say to himself:

"I, Ramudo, will never be inferior to others in my life!"

"I have waited for three hundred years just to wait for an opportunity. I want to fight for it, not to prove how great I am, but to tell others that I must get back what I lost."

...

Theoretically, if Ramudo hides it and quietly uses this information advantage to enter the eighth level first, he will definitely have a greater advantage over other true immortals.

But the heart of Tao is sometimes very subtle.

After such a close output, his heart of Tao is unblocked.

Of course, he also has more practical considerations.

After many years, the quantum slingshot will scatter everyone to different areas of the vast universe. Everyone is far away from each other, and the information advantage is useless.

No matter how strong the eighth-level immortal is, can he be stronger than the black tide?

The black tide can't threaten him, so can an eighth-level immortal with immortal material?

...

"My question is, is there an upper limit to black magic?" Como stood up and took over Bai Mo's words.

He originally thought that he was the creator of black magic and also achieved enlightenment with it. After learning the truth from Bai Mo, his mentality almost exploded.

It took a long time to slowly recover.

As a junior, he was not like the first generation of practitioners who rose in the autumn of Linghe. They naturally resisted learning other people's skills and copied others' ideas, thinking that there must be pitfalls in it.

Pioneers have the advantages of pioneers, but pioneers naturally have their own thunder.

Since there is an older black magic ancestor, just learn from him.

Those who grew up with him, who didn't directly learn the skills of their predecessors.

"Is the upper limit of black magic? At present, it should be the late eighth level. If we follow your classification method, the third level corresponds to the first level, which should be the twenty-fourth level of black magic."

"What you just used should also be black magic, right? I seem to smell a familiar smell."

"Yeah, the hand of the mage."

"..."

Whose mage's hand can explode a star with one punch? !

Melee magic god?

"Twenty-fourth level black magic, the hand of the mage."

"Level zero tricks, also the hand of the mage."

"The hand of the twenty-fourth level mage is pure, the accumulation of quantity, without any skills. If you can block it, you can block it. If you can't block it, you will definitely be beaten to death."

"..."

Bai Mo's words made Como, who has always been devoted to research and wanted to build a more sophisticated spell model, a little defensive.

He always hoped that magic would be beautiful, and the structure of the advanced model should be ingenious. As a result, the top black magic he witnessed was the pure and powerful twenty-fourth level mage's hand.

The structure is almost the same as the magician's hand of the zero-level trick, except that the power has increased by billions of times.

...

After Como, the questions of others became very normal, all related to their own cultivation, and they seemed to be completely regarded as Bai Mo's senior.

Except for the last Farel.

"I want to know how much you know about the parallel world."

"..."

"Things about the parallel world... For the sake of your life safety, it is better not to know."

"Why are you all like this? She didn't speak clearly, and you were vague. Could it be that there is something in this universe that even you are afraid of?"    "Yes."

Bai Mo's short two words instantly caught everyone's attention. He has been invincible in the world and has shrouded the empire in shadow for hundreds of years. It is really hard to imagine what kind of thing can make Bai Mo afraid.

"And... it seems to be coming soon." Bai Mo said calmly.

"?!"

"Let's go. If you don't leave now, you won't be able to leave."

Before the words fell, an invisible gust of wind blew dozens of True Immortals back to the fleet tens of thousands of kilometers away.

In the eyes of others, Bai Mo's reaction seemed a little strange. He seemed anxious, but not anxious at all.

But no matter what, the True Immortals who controlled the future of the empire quickly began the final arrangement of the slingshot.

Because they also had some vague impulses, and a terrible threat that came from nowhere seemed to have been eyeing them.

At a command, more than 200 unmanned engineering ships flew out from the center of the fleet.

They flew in slightly different directions, and finally, after flying nearly 100,000 kilometers, they were arranged in a special formation in space and stopped.

If you look from the direction of the main fleet of the empire, the formation of these more than 200 unmanned engineering ships is like a hollow spherical body.

Each engineering ship is a node on the huge spherical body.

And wrapped in the center of the sphere is the natural wormhole that was discovered by chance.

After completing the calibration and adjustment of their coordinates, the engineering ships on the nodes began to extend their mechanical tentacles in the direction of the surrounding similar ships according to the program.

The tentacles linked to each other, adding a boundary to the quasi-sphere, leaving only a hole large enough for the Daqian leader ship to enter on the side facing the main fleet of the empire.

After completing all the arrangements, each engineering ship began to launch a blue energy column towards the wormhole in the center.

One.

Two.

…

More than two hundred dark blue energy pillars were simultaneously poured into the wormhole.

The next moment, like a supernova explosion, the wormhole was "ignited" into a miniature blue sun!

Everything was ready.

"Everyone, good luck in military affairs."

"Goodbye, White Devil."

"The history of the empire ends today."

…

In front of the slingshot, everyone began to leave their own parting words regardless of past grudges.

As for the ordinary people in the Daqian flagship, they were told of this fact a year ago. They had no power to object, nor did they have any idea to object.

In the years-long black tide invasion simulation war, people who died dozens of times in the "game" had already deeply realized that there was no hope of victory in fighting this thing.

In just a few years, the average number of deaths per capita in the simulated battlefield has reached 35 times.

This is equivalent to 5 trillion people in the empire, who have been killed more than 100 trillion times in these years.

This number directly destroyed everyone's will to resist. No one thought that they would have a chance to survive when the black tide really came in 20 years.

Even the most stubborn resistance faction bowed their heads in the face of death again and again.

So when they learned that the upper echelons of the empire had a final collective escape plan, everyone was like a drowning man on the verge of death, clinging to this straw tightly.