The Original Seeker

Although the profession of Bai scholar has disappeared for a hundred years, and among the people of the empire, the name "Bai Mo" has long been obscured in deliberate cover-ups, but the private debates surrounding his actions within the empire's senior officials have never ceased.

As a result, some people even ridiculed that this is a passive skill of high-level ghosts—live in our hearts forever.

As long as there are people remembering, as long as there is heat, ghosts and immortals will not really die.

...

"We just stand here quietly, waiting for the signal from the opposite side?"

"Yes."

Five minutes is not long, and after a daze, it's already the agreed time.

Not a minute, not a second, when the automatic hourglass left by Isis dropped the last golden sand, a silver lightning flashed across the place where the altar once existed yesterday.

Immediately after, there was another purple lightning.

Two lightning bolts intertwined strangely, rotating and fusing around each other, and finally merged into one, turning into a ball-shaped thunder, and then began to spin fast, and finally burst.

After the smoke was gone, a silver door on the left half and purple on the right half appeared in front of everyone out of thin air.

The painting style of the door is rather peculiar, a bit like the entrance of a pyramid on the earth, but it is only an entrance.

Except for the darkness, almost all spiritual arts can't perceive anything else behind the door.

But no one is afraid, because all those who set out to explore the way this time are incarnations.

"Don't you worry about the delay?" Guixian Hemo glanced at the avatars of other people, and then asked in a slightly joking tone.

Among the twenty-odd true immortals who participated in the Daochen Realm operation, there were only four people who majored in Guixian Dao and three minored in Guixian Dao.

Among the five immortal Dao systems, only the incarnation of the ghost and immortal Dao can be controlled by the body regardless of distance, and the projections transformed by the other four paths are still limited by the speed of light.

This time I went to Daochen Realm, and the distance was incalculable. If the avatar had to wait for the body to order things, the delay would be too terrifying.

"These are the true spirit incarnations that I have transformed into Soul Splitting and have the ability to judge and act independently." Someone immediately slammed back.

Because of the frontal combat power, the Guixian's position in the immortal circle has always been near the bottom. The two pure ghosts are still pressed and beaten by the first pure human immortal.

Of course, it was only the scene that had the upper hand, the ghosts and immortals had the strongest survivability, and it was extremely difficult for the existence of the same rank to kill them one-on-one or really seriously injure them.

In normal days, pure ghosts and immortals belong to the object of sarcasm, and this time it was hard to make the ghosts and immortals exhale once, and Hemo naturally used a few more words on the basis of the question.

"I hope that your true spirit incarnation will not turn back after decades." A watermelon appeared in Hemo's hand, looking like eating melons and watching a play.

The true spirit incarnation is a monk of other roads, imitating the special spiritual arts developed by the ghost and immortal avatar without delay. This kind of incarnation can indeed ignore the delay and be extremely separated from the subject, but the price is that the incarnation has self-consciousness and there is rebellion. Possible.

And the manufacturing process has certain risks, and there is a small probability that the monk will have a mental problem of split personality.

"you!"

"..."

"Remind you one thing." Bai Mo suddenly said, interrupting their daily interaction.

"After arriving there, within ten years, don't let people who have not become immortals come to Daochen Realm."

"why?"

"Or let me be more precise. In ten years, don't let a guy who can't resist ten thousand degrees come and die."

"..."

What Bai Mo said made them feel like a cloud.

Originally, they were thinking that, after standing firm in the past and establishing the coordinates, they would let the Void Ship transport a large number of adventurous monks waiting to be fed to Daochen Realm to plunder.

After years of recuperating and rejuvenating on the empire, the cultivating population has skyrocketed, resources have become more tense, and the class has become more and more solidified.

Regardless of the low and medium-level high-level cultivators, they felt that the number of suitable spiritual materials was getting less and less every year, and the level was getting harder and harder.

They remembered the good days when they led the crowd to plunder the planets such as Mars and Venus decades ago.

After all, countless myths of rich wealth and adventures were born in the plundering wars of many planets in the solar system.

The wealth of an entire planet, even if it only drops a little bit of residue, can make the war monks gush out of their mouths.

Not to mention the destination Daochen Realm this time. According to the memory of Ceresus the Cerebral, the size is unknown how many times the size of the earth, and there are countless treasures of heaven and earth.

Although in front of the existence of several big eighth ranks, they have no chance to get in touch with the ownership of Daochen world, but it is definitely okay to send someone to grab it in the past.

No matter how bad it is, sending all these guys who have begun to be dissatisfied with the social distribution to the Daochen Realm to open up, at least it can reduce the instability in the empire.

"The first ten years over there is my time."

"..."

After Bai Mo said this, he was the first to walk into the tunnel gate like a tomb, leaving other people staring at each other.

The second step forward is Ramdor.

Then Kirkov.

...

The dark passage behind the door is very long and long, and on the outer wall of the passage, there are some strange sounds from time to time, which seem to be some kind of existential murmur.

It's just that Bai Mo completely ignored these. Based on his understanding of the space gap, the strange sounds were probably something he named as void creatures.

These beings are colorless and intangible, unable to communicate, and don't even know whether they belong to a phenomenon or a kind of creature. The name is void creature, purely Baimo's preference.

The passage behind the silver-purple gate is also somewhat ingenious. Everyone who enters does not seem to be able to meet the people who come in front and follow behind, as if everyone is walking their own way.

After walking alone for three days~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Bai Mo "sees" an insignificant spot of light in the extreme distance, but at this time there is no fluctuation in his heart, nor did he speed up because of seeing the spot of light. The footsteps are still walking slowly at a uniform speed.

For real immortals, darkness, loneliness, and boredom are nothing at all. Their powerful imagination and deduction ability can even generate a complete virtual world in their thinking, allowing a large number of characters to interact and develop their own stories.

...

The light spot is getting bigger and bigger, from the light spot, to the light spot, to the aperture, and now the light gate, the white ink has been walking along the direction of the light spot for two more days before it can reach the other end of the passage. .

Behind the light door is Daochen Realm, but Bai Mo vaguely feels that there is a deep **** hatred lingering behind the door. As long as he steps out of this door, that touch of hatred, which is like a substance, will be like eating people. Like a tiger, he flew on himself.

"But what about?"

Bai Mo didn't stop half a step because of hesitation, and stepped straight out of the light gate.

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