Mythological origins

At this time, Liu Zhen's mentality was a bit like the young man who saw the words "Do you want to understand the meaning of life? Do you want to live truly...?" on the screen.

His fingers trembled, he hesitated again and again, and finally clicked the confirmation cursor.

Then his consciousness was transferred to another space.

This is an ability of the Immortal Mirror Hall.

Based on the consent of all parties, everyone's consciousness is pulled into a virtual independent chat room.

After all, in essence, the meeting of the Imperial Parliament is only held in a virtual chat room attended by everyone.

"You... are really good at hiding."

What came to his face was Bai Mo's ridicule.

"It's been almost five hundred years, and you are still accumulating at the fifth level. People are getting younger and younger as they grow older."

"There's no way, Shinto is like this, don't rush."

He glanced at the surrounding environment and found that Bai Mo, as the owner of the house, actually set the scenery to be exactly the same as when the two met officially for the first time in Tianqing City five hundred years ago.

The only difference may be that his secretary Hu Feng is missing.

Although Liu Zhen also took good care of this loyal subordinate, it was a pity that he finally stopped at the third level and died more than a hundred years ago.

At that time, Bai Mo arranged several life extension plans for himself in such a reception room.

Even if they were all mutually beneficial, it is really hard to say whether Liu Zhen could live to this day without those extremely expensive plans.

After all, when he first saw Bai Mo, he was already seventy-nine. If he was not careful, he might not catch up with the last train of cultivation and had to die with regret.

"Incense is poisonous. We also know our qualifications. We are not as good as the one in the Pantheon. It is the right answer to move forward slowly." Liu Zhen, who looked like a young man, smiled with a little maturity.

His smile made Bai Mo vaguely correspond to the image of Liu Zhen in the past.

Hundreds of years ago, he started to practice as an old man. Now the more he practices, the younger his appearance becomes. Few people remember his old and frail appearance.

As for the one in the Pantheon, he was referring to Ramdo, the Shinto genius who had many grievances with Bai Mo. Liu Zhen knew about the Word Spirit, so he would not call him by name and attract unnecessary attention.

If a fifth-level Shinto monk attracted the attention of a seventh-level true god, it would probably bring more harm than good.

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Incense and the power of faith are different names for the same thing.

Shinto monks rely on the power of faith to strengthen themselves. Light collection is only the first step. Purifying it, eliminating the distractions, and refining it into a real power that belongs to themselves is the core.

Incense is poisonous, which means that every trace of faith power has the thoughts of believers behind it.

If it is absorbed without discrimination, the thinking of the gods will gradually be kidnapped by the thoughts, and finally they will either fall into madness or become puppets of faith.

The level of Shinto qualifications depends largely on the speed of eliminating distractions of the power of faith.

This is an exponential growth process.

The faster the initial purification speed, the faster the self-strengthening speed will be under safe conditions, thus bringing stronger purification ability. Finally, under the difference of exponential growth snowball, the cultivation of Shinto monks with different qualifications will be very different in the later stage.

Ramdo is already a second-level immortal, while Liu Zhen is still at the fifth level, both of whom started practicing Shinto during the Earth period.

After nearly five hundred years of hard work, he has only promoted himself from the bottom of the fifth level to the first echelon of the fifth level.

Of course, Liu Zhen has long seen through this kind of thing.     Isn't it just a slow work? Just keep living.

Anyway, the lifespan of a fifth-level monk is over a thousand years, and he has also studied many secret methods of prolonging life. It is expected that living to 1,200 years old is not a problem.

Now he is only less than 600 years old, there is no need to rush.

"At the beginning, I was a little upset when I saw people surpassing me one after another, but now I am gradually letting it go.

At the very least, I am already a fifth-rank old noble, managing hundreds of millions of people inside and outside the territory. If you don't look up, my power is greater than that of Huaya."

"Over the years, I watched Chen Bo disappear, Wen Jian disappear, Ye Zi disappear, and you disappear too.

You guys, who were once famous and talented, rushed towards the great catastrophe of becoming immortals one by one, without any hesitation, but then disappeared again, and your life and death were uncertain.

Sometimes I also wonder, in the end, will we old turtles live happily, or will you who keep climbing to the top and die on the road one day be happy."

"Everyone has his own ambitions." Bai Mo said four words calmly.

"Maybe we who have returned from becoming immortals will destroy your happiness at will, or maybe we who are as fleeting as fireworks will become a small piece of history recorded by you." He continued.

"To be honest, I don't believe that so many geniuses failed to pass the tribulation of becoming an immortal. It's just that they had taken that step hundreds of years ago. If they had succeeded in passing the tribulation, they should have returned long ago." Liu Zhen suddenly whispered to Bai Mo.

"So I suspect that someone is interfering and has been investigating for decades..."

"..."

"The few people in the Blood Alliance are the most suspicious."

This involves many true immortals, but Liu Zhen, who is at the fifth level, has always kept this idea in his heart very well and has never told anyone else.

Even if he is investigating, he uses some indirect methods to ensure that he will never get into trouble.

It was only today that Liu Zhen saw Bai Mo, a guy who would never leak secrets, and shared his guess with this old friend.

"Interfering with the reincarnation of immortals? Do they have the ability?" Bai Mo said to himself.

The method of becoming immortals among the immortals in the empire was still passed down from his hands.

"There are several possible ways to intervene. One is to find the reincarnation of the other party's unawakened memory and kill it directly. The other is..." Bai Mo did not think of the second for the time being.

"Unless Ye Dexian and the others have a way to accurately locate the reincarnated body, there is no chance. But the specific identity of the reincarnated body is extremely difficult for me to calculate. Do they really have a way?"

Bai Mo recalled what happened to Yun Jie and Yue Yu.

About three or four hundred years ago, Yun Jie, a sixth-level perfect monk, before preparing to undergo the tribulation of reincarnation as an immortal, refined a special magic weapon similar to a soul lamp so that his wife could use this magic weapon to sense her own life and death.

Then Yue Yu prayed to Bai Mo, and with the help of this special magic weapon, he roughly calculated the approximate location of Yun Jie's reincarnated body.

Without this thing, even Bai Mo himself would be unlikely to find it.

"This matter is interesting. I will check it out. No, I don't need to check it. I can know the answer directly by asking Ye Dexian..."

The method that can interfere with the great catastrophe of immortality aroused Bai Mo's interest.

However, he immediately remembered that he was not Liu Zhen, so he needed to guess the answer cautiously, for fear of being silenced by the real immortal. If he said that, he would just ask the suspect face to face and it would be over.