The Original Seeker

"Your path may not be right." Gaia retorted, "Whether it is fortune, Shinto, or your current network of thoughts, in essence, it is a way of gathering people with unstable foundations. How can it be compared with tricks? The only way to practice my true self."

"Get on the road." Bai Mo replied blankly after hearing such words.

The simple three words, mixed in the overwhelming white brilliance, carry the anger he once possessed. The sharp gaze revealed a trace of the true thoughts belonging to Bai Mo's heart.

Everyone who can read his eyes can see the gloominess contained in it, as if the rain is about to come.

If it weren't for the followers of the Red World, they suddenly provoked chaos and forced Bai Mo to crash into the realm of the universe at least ten years before he had not made all the preparations, he might not have entered the predicament he is today.

Based on the situation in the Huaya Federation a few years ago, the conflict between him and others has not yet reached the point where it needs to be turned into a civil war immediately. Even if it is a hypocritical peace, it can be maintained for at least 20 to 30 years.

For decades, he had the opportunity to experiment, let the test product thunder for himself little by little, and clear the obstacles that might be on the way to advancement.

Rather than being forced to be the test subject of his own conjecture like now, he was the first to embark on the path of his own conjecture.

It is a pity that Bai Mo, who has gradually lost his emotions, has begun to become more and more difficult even in the expression of anger itself. He can only say these three words, plus a sharp gaze.

From the gradual disappearance of emotions to the indifferent attitude towards everything, in the end, he didn't even care about his own life or death, until he completely lost himself and became a stone in the true sense.

This is what he guessed, in the next few hundred years, he is most likely to embark on the road of no return.

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"My brother, what a fight!!!" Facing Bai Mo's pressing step by step, a majestic sound like a symphony burst out from the center of the battlefield.

The existence of red and purple, constantly peeling off bits and pieces of light, reappeared as a human monk watching the world.

One is a young man in a red robe who has transformed from a disciple of the Red World. The casual clothes on the earth have become a set of fire-red Taoist robe.

The other is a heroic boy (female?) who is transformed by Gaia, who is indistinguishable from men and women. The purple dress has turned into an antique purple robe.

Although the human races of the Profound Sky Continent are completely different from the humans on the earth, there is not much difference from the outside.

The image they are showing now is exactly what they looked like when the body was still there.

The red brilliance symbolizing resistance, and the purple brilliance symbolizing destiny, burst out all their power at this moment, poured into the nine-character mantra to resist the ruthless crushing from the white light.

Even if they were clear, Bai Mo didn't have the ability to completely kill himself, and could only continuously strengthen the seal.

But if he really desperately used all his strength to maintain this seal before death, according to Gaia's estimation, the seal could last at least thousands of years after his death.

A monster who has lost his emotions and desires and is on the verge of Taoism, no one can guess what he will do in the next moment.

In the thousand-year dark prison, Gaia didn't think that his will was strong enough to last until the seal dissipated. A sealed space of nothingness is the constant obliteration of self-existence.

Without the input of information, even information creatures that are almost indestructible will be wiped out bit by bit under the passivation of time.

Perhaps the process of the experiment will take thousands of years, but it is also an attempt by Baimo after all.

...

"Two fellow Taoists, I'm tired." When the fierce battle was going on, a word from the creator Yun Danfeng made the other two people suddenly had a bad feeling.

"This half-dead form of the demon is nothing but a failure of the Mahayana monks. Our road has been broken. Why should we continue to die? It is better to reincarnate and rebuild. Maybe there is still a glimmer of hope for the summit in the future." It continued. Said.

"what are you saying!"

"I'm not reconciled!" After hearing the words of the creator, the red world disciple gritted his teeth and said.

"I, Xue Daoyuan, practiced Taoism at the age of eight, was destroyed at the age of eighteen, and destroyed the enemy at the age of thirty-eight. In the past three hundred years, my sect was 30 out of six, nicknamed "Blood Destiny." The sky bows, reincarnate and rebuild!"

After reverting to the human appearance of the year, the red-robed Taoist who claimed to be a member of the Red World and his real name Xue Daoyuan changed his previous composure, his eyes burned with unyielding flames.

"Have you not found out yet, the form of the Heavenly Demon is subtly distorting our temperament, splitting out personalities with different thoughts bit by bit... The final outcome is also to forget who we are." The creator of the words rarely gave a detailed explanation.

"..." The red robe Taoist was lost in thought while running his own part of the Nine-Character Mantra Array.

"Finally, give two daoists a gift, and the demon will disintegrate!"

The Jinjiaren projected by the creator instantly aroused a terrifying shock that spread to the world at the energy level and the information level.

The energy-level shock waves are evenly transmitted to all corners of the earth. Almost everyone and animals can feel a refreshing breeze coming on their faces.

But that's only the case.

If it was still a great monk in the conjoined period when it was looking at the world, the energy impact of this self-detonation would indeed be enough to shake the entire earth into dust.

It's just that the creator didn't think about what he could do with this little energy, and the real shock was placed on the information level!

The information shock wave accompanied by energy is a bit like an electromagnetic pulse bomb invented by mankind~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but the effect is infinitely higher.

Wherever the shock goes, all text and data are randomly rearranged.

Sentences in books become out-of-order words, songs recorded on audio tapes and CDs become noise, and information stored in memory and hard disks is also inevitable.

The craziest thing is the constant collapse of the world's financial system.

The deposit data in the bank is randomly modified. Ten yuan may be changed to one billion, and one billion may also be changed to ten. The primary database and the standby database are all invalidated.

The communication network is temporarily paralyzed, because all the information transmitted loses its meaning.

"you!"

The creator, who has always been invisible, wanted to destroy the foundation of the information age. Bai Mo could only let his power continue to extend outward, as far as possible to counteract the influence of the creator.

In this way, under the cover of the disintegration of the creator's demon, there will be a gap of a few seconds long between the disciples of the red world and Gaia.