The Original Seeker

"If you say so, then you can't touch it." The two couldn't help thinking.

Since Bai Mo's hint was so obvious, they could basically confirm that there must be his shadow behind the black magic, and the silly boy Cuomo was just the right time.

"It's a big matter. We will study the black magic with other electors in the imperial assembly." Ye Dexian didn't refuse face to face, but kicked a ball.

"If I said that the birth of black magic really has nothing to do with my body, would you believe it?" Bai Mo asked suddenly.

"..."

After leaving this rhetorical question, Bai Mo's consciousness began to slowly dissipate in the air.

...

"Do you believe what he said?" After arranging dozens of investigative spells casually, and after confirming that there was no lingering consciousness around him, Xiliu was silent for a long time and asked.

"As far as I know about him, he doesn't bother to lie directly, but his lies are often presented in a way that only tells most of the truth."

Ye Dexian hadn't made his mark hundreds of years ago, and he was still a little-known young man. He used to be an assistant to the "Baizhi" for a period of time. He helped them organize their information and run errands before and after. Therefore, he compared Bai Mo's information. In-depth understanding.

"Believe it or not, I will definitely not touch black magic." Xiliu said.

"I will submit today's information to the imperial parliament for discussion."

"Vinice used black magic to kill your avatar, so forget it?"

"When she takes that step, I will calculate another ledger." Ye Dexian replied calmly.

"Why don't you say that they can't understand my painstaking efforts? It took more than a hundred years to fly to the nearest neighboring galaxy, which is rich in matter, with the impoverished cosmic navigation technology of the Empire now."

"For more than a hundred years, except for a few newly discovered small worlds, the huge empire has not received any material money at all. It has been consuming its inventory until it has entered the neighboring galaxy and has no new supplies."

"If, as before, many monks are allowed to upgrade at will, all kinds of heaven and earth spirits will only be quickly consumed, and then they will fall into a greater disaster."

"In their eyes, I'm just waiting for people who block the way for my own sake, how can I hear it."

"According to the current development speed, most of the material in the neighboring galaxy will be mined in 83 years. However, the next galaxy, at the speed of our fleet, will need to fly for nearly three hundred years."

"Even based on the current number of transcendents, the development of a complete reserve of spiritual materials in the neighboring galaxy can only meet the needs of less than 400 years. If there are more monks, I will even fly to the next galaxy. The resource inventory is not enough."

...

They felt that they were not simply suppressing the latecomers for their own selfish desires, but the universe was really desperate, and the empire's interstellar navigation technology could not keep up.

It is not difficult to feed many civilians, but many cultivation resources, geniuses and treasures, lack access to them, so they can only artificially limit the number of advanced cultivators to protect the rights of existing cultivators.

"We are still too slow." Xiliu couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

The next target galaxy is close to 30 light-years away from the neighboring galaxy. Even if it travels at the speed of light, it will take more than 30 years to fly without sleep.

The current technology of the empire can only support the main fleet to advance at one-tenth the speed of light.

One-tenth of the speed of light in this world is a super-speed that cannot be reflected at all, but when viewed from the perspective of the universe, it is still as slow as a tortoise.

At a distance of thirty light years, the imperial fleet needs to fly for three hundred years without stopping, which is the time of ten generations of mortals.

Even a Tier 6 monk with a life span of nearly three thousand means that another tenth of his life will be consumed on the long journey.

As for mortals, it will be the relay of life for several generations. The baby at the time of departure, I am afraid that only his great-great-grandson, grandson of his grandson, will have such a glimmer of hope to have the opportunity to set foot on the destination.

Unfortunately, there is no way. Although the Imperial Academy of Sciences has worked hard for more than three hundred years, it is still far from the super-light speed navigation technology.

If one day does not exceed the speed of light, one day can only go on with the existing methods and systems.

With a population of trillions, tens of billions of monks waiting to be nurtured have been born. They will eat up all the cultivation resources along the way, and then continue to the next place with abundant spiritual materials.

In fact, the technology of artificially planting and cultivating middle and high-level spiritual flowers and spiritual grass, or industrial synthesis to generate various spiritual materials has been quite mature, but generally it takes a long time. In the absence of "innate spiritual energy", it will take hundreds of years to move at every turn. In order to gain something.

For the fast-expanding cultivator team, it is undoubtedly that far water cannot save near thirst.

The time period for obtaining mid-to-high-end resources is too long, and there are too many monks and porridges. This is the fundamental reason why many true immortals agree to secretly support and restrict latecomers.

They don't want to be the high-ranking monks of the ruling class, and they also need to compete with each other because of the fierce competition for survival.

On the contrary, ordinary people who can't cultivate, under the current technological level of the empire ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ even if they live on the leader ship all their lives, they can actually live on, without worrying about every day like the extraordinary.

The empire inherited a special policy of the Huaya Federation in the age of the earth-an unconditional fixed monthly payment.

Any imperial citizen with an identity ID will receive a monthly income of one thousand imperial yuan in their terminal account to support the most basic needs of life.

The fully industrialized production of artificial meat and synthetic starch, as well as many daily necessities that have been fully automated, are extremely cheap. The living expenses of a single person is 1,000 empires a month. There is no problem in living.

As for the cost of issuing money... It seems that most of the prices of goods have not changed much over the years. After all, one thousand yuan has been in the hands of the poor, and they have to buy all kinds of necessities before they cover the heat. They are all spent and returned to various clothing, food, housing, and transportation shops. On hand.

The various shops trace their roots, and in the end they can almost be attributed to the background of certain characters.

It is precisely with this in mind that the empire is not tired of such a policy of issuing money.

Before the money was issued, the money was only from the imperial treasury. After the money was issued, the profit of consumption went into his own pocket.

...

"Report to Her Majesty, the Imperial Speaker is about to hold a meeting." In Sanshou Palace, a female officer hurriedly walked from the communication room.

"I see, step back."

"Komoqing, do you want to attend the meeting together?"

"No."

If Cuomo yesterday heard such words, he would be quite happy to disguise as the queen's adjutant and walk into the parliament hall together.

But now, as long as he thinks of the relationship between the two being just using each other, he feels that he is not comfortable even being close to each other.

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