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Chapter 272: Fifty Percent

"Spirit Particle... what exactly are you?" After completing the final coordination with the military, Bai Mo, carrying everything the plan required, boarded a special plane alone and departed from Tianqing.

Even with such an immense plan about to be executed, even with the potential of facing the most insane enemy on this planet, he still had no intention of withdrawing the majority of his primordial spirit from the Spirit Energy Network to make his combat power complete.

Every day, this Spirit Energy Network, which already covered nearly a quarter of Hua-Ya, continuously supplied him with vast amounts of energy, causing the number of Primal Matter units forming his primordial spirit to increase at an accelerated rate.

The growth of his primordial spirit directly led to the continuous increase in the power of the various abilities attached to the two Spirit Pictures on Bai Mo's body. At least for now, he hadn't encountered any bottlenecks.

And once he withdrew from the network, the Primal Matter would no longer be able to reintegrate into the existing network, which would be tantamount to abandoning a plan that had been underway for many years.

"Fifty percent of my power is enough to handle all problems." Sitting on the special plane flying to Bo Yi City, Bai Mo mentally finalized his plan one last time.

All this time, even when his true body appeared, he had only ever displayed half of his actual strength to everyone. The other half was scattered and hidden within the ubiquitous Spirit Energy Network.

And even this revealed half of his power had already made many within Hua-Ya extremely wary.

The motives of someone so incredibly powerful, yet who never developed any faction or influence, were truly thought-provoking.

As for what lay beyond the Chemosynthesis stage, Bai Mo still had no clue. Instead, he had many thoughts regarding the preceding three stages: Spirit Animation, Life Field, and Unmelting.

He suddenly felt that when he had first begun cultivating, due to a lack of information, he had always just focused on pushing forward, without much concept of solidifying and expanding his existing realms. Consequently, many things, in retrospect, had not been perfected before he had hastily stepped into the next level.

If he had another chance, he could do far better than he had now. However, Bai Mo couldn't possibly abandon everything he currently possessed and choose to start anew, or rather, even if he wished to abandon it, he couldn't.

Setting aside the fantastical notion of reincarnation and re-cultivation, Bai Mo didn't even have a method for dispersing his cultivation and starting over. He could commit suicide, he could cripple himself into a useless person, but a method to cripple himself without affecting his ability to cultivate again? He had none.

"No wonder everyone wants to be reborn." Rarely, his lips twitched, and a wry smile appeared on his face.

It was just that the good old days of the Spirit Tide were gone. Those who had gained something during the Spirit River Autumn were, on average, at least a year ahead of those who hadn't.

One step ahead meant being ahead every step of the way. Power brought wealth, and wealth could buy all sorts of spiritual materials to accelerate the increase of power—this was a positive feedback loop, a snowball effect.

For others to catch up, they either had to be like Cheng Mu and those at the apex of society, using their power and wealth as fuel to accelerate their cultivation; or they had to be like the Luo Bo siblings, relying on various fortuitous encounters to leap from the bottom and change their destiny.

The stratification of society was just that cruel; a single turning point was enough to create a lifelong chasm.

After disembarking from the plane, he took the items needed for tomorrow's plan and arrived at Ning Yan Huo's residence.

"Who are you?" Ning Yan Huo had never seen Bai Mo's true body. All this time, he had only ever dealt with the avatar who called himself the Devil.

Instinctively, he knew that the person before him was extremely dangerous.

"The Devil."

"I thought you'd want to stay hidden until the very end." Upon hearing that it was the Devil's true form, he actually felt his mind ease.

"There's no need. Only schemers lacking in strength need to perpetually hide behind the scenes."

Ning Yan Huo hadn't thought much of Bai Mo at first glance, but after a few more looks, he realized that the distance between himself and the other person seemed to be constantly shifting, every second.

At first, he thought the other person was definitely right beside him. Then, with another glance, he suddenly felt that he was at least twenty meters away.

Sometimes, when he looked, he even felt that the other person was actually far away, at the ends of the earth, as if dissolved into a starry sky. This sensation of fluctuating distance made his mind somewhat disoriented.

However, he no longer paid attention to it. The stronger the other party's power, the higher the success rate of their revenge. It was best if he couldn't grasp their true extent.

"What kind of curse do you need me to unleash tomorrow?"

Bai Mo didn't answer, simply letting a piece of paper float into Ning Yan Huo's hand.

"So it's like this. It's indeed more satisfying than cursing all of them to death. But even with the full force of my unleashed power, even if it's not a lethal curse, affecting hundreds of millions of people is still impossible." After reading it, he began to feel that the other party's self-proclaimed title of "Devil" was truly well-deserved.

"This is a one-time ability amplifier." To solve Ning Yan Huo's problem, Bai Mo took out an altar-shaped object.

Referencing the resonance enhancement runes of the Spirit Energy Network system, he designed this one-time magical artifact, specifically for increasing the power that could be invoked during the Dao Integration Tribulation.

Of such items, purely meant to ensure a more thorough death, he had only made two in total: one given to Ning Yan Huo, and the other kept as a spare.

"Good! Starting tomorrow, I'll watch every single one of them suffer in hell!" Ning Yan Huo took the amplifier from Bai Mo, a twisted smile appearing on his lips.

"According to my previous divination, the Hua-Ya Federation's conspiracy against us should be activated within these two days. But a conspiracy is ultimately a conspiracy; I can only prepare defenses, not launch a preemptive attack." Ramdo also felt a sense of helplessness.

He had learned of this conspiracy targeting the One-Wheel Cult nearly two months in advance, yet he had no way to act preemptively to stop it, unless he intended to declare war on the Hua-Ya Federation. But in that case, he would have to face a two-front war.

The Spirit Qi Era had now entered its ninth year. Ever since Bai Mo's "extortion" above the United States all these years ago, various major powers had begun investing massive sums into defending their core territories, ensuring such a humiliating incident would never happen again.

Even though Ramdo considered himself nearly invincible, he dared not directly assault the core defense zones of the major factions. If he were to be trapped within and then suffocated to death by sheer numbers of human lives, that would be an utterly wrongful demise.

What good would it do to kill a million, or even ten million, enemies? If he died, everything would be for naught.

And refraining from directly assaulting the core areas with decapitation strikes meant that protracted battles would be necessary.

Although he was currently slightly suppressing the Luminous Holy Church allied forces, if he were to simultaneously engage in war with the Hua-Ya Federation, which boasted over a billion people, he would inevitably be dragged down to his death.

Circumstances were stronger than any individual. Even though Ramdo knew about this in advance, he could only wait patiently for now..