Chapter 369: The Script
The blue-skirted girl who called herself Yicui Si, upon sensing the presence of the white light behind her, instantly transformed into a ball of blue light as well. Within the world spread by the gem, two light masses, one blue and one white, confronted each other, and the atmosphere instantly became extremely tense. As for Zhao Fei Ling, who was still sorting through his gains, he hadn't yet noticed the situation within.
"Is it really worth it?" a hint of concession came from the blue light.
Ramdo, whose divinity core had been shattered into countless fragments, had spent these years dedicated to a reconstruction plan.
With his forces reduced to less than a tenth, and the One-Wheel Cult forced underground by the Huaxia Federation's crackdown, the manpower and resources Ramdo could command were insufficient to satisfy his ambition of becoming a god once more.
Thus, he began to continuously cultivate direct descendants and new talents worldwide, using them as proxies to expand his influence. No matter how formidable the Huaxia Federation's spies were, they couldn't possibly investigate a group of people who had no prior connection to the One-Wheel Cult.
He fabricated stories set against various backgrounds, appearing "accidentally" before chosen young individuals in the guise of diverse fortuitous encounters.
Most of these chosen individuals were generally in dire straits at first, whether they were nobodies, ostracized, pursued, or burdened by hatred; they would naturally seize every possible straw that offered salvation.
And Ramdo's appearance was undoubtedly an opportunity for these people to defy fate and change their destiny. Although he no longer possessed the incomparably powerful God Body, his terrifying accumulation of knowledge meant that even a trifle he casually produced could easily intimidate these novices.
"Aren't you worried about getting too deeply involved?" Bai Mo, who had been watching the show the whole time, asked mockingly, completely unconcerned.
"If it makes you unhappy, then I'm happy," Ramdo retorted, his anger turning into laughter. "Dead heroes should forever live in the memories of others. Why must they kick open their coffins and return to this world?"
Through the eyes of his believers and the divine arts he bestowed upon them, Ramdo could clearly discern most of the important intelligence in this world.
"Such tedious tricks," the white light transformed into Bai Mo's original appearance, as he paced slowly within the divine kingdom, speaking softly.
"Rest assured, neither you nor anyone else will have your way."
He had resolved that he would rather sacrifice this small fragment of his divinity than let this grievance go, determined to strike a blow against Huaxia, otherwise his thoughts would not be at peace.
Towards Bai Mo, who had grievously wounded him, and even more so towards the Huaxia Federation, who had orchestrated the dismemberment of Maysuo by coordinating with other major powers and profited immensely, Ramdo harbored a hatred as deep as the sea, wishing for their complete ruin.
However, reason temporarily suppressed his rage, preventing him from immediately attacking this avatar that was merely observing. For the mere fact that it could infiltrate the fragments of his divine kingdom silently and without a trace was enough to warrant Ramdo's cautious approach.
"I don't care."
Bai Mo's attitude caught him off guard. He had initially thought that Bai Mo's demand was consistent with the Huaxia Federation's—that he also needed Zhao Fei Ling to exchange for a secret method of strengthening. But unexpectedly, this unpredictable fellow uttered such words.
"Your taunts are meaningless!" He couldn't decipher Bai Mo's true intentions, whether he was stalling for time or genuinely indifferent, so he immediately made an inference of guilt.
"What do your thoughts have to do with me? When do players ever care about the thoughts of an NPC?" Upon hearing Ramdo's words, Bai Mo suddenly had this thought.
After more and more contact with Gaia, perhaps due to the erosion of their information, Bai Mo's attitude towards the entire world had subtly, imperceptibly begun to resemble theirs.
Regardless, he was still a long way from completely transforming into Gaia-like thinking. Unlike his explosively growing power, his way of thinking ultimately required a long period of adjustment to match the realities of his situation.
Bai Mo did not resist such changes, because even in casual conversations, as long as there was an exchange of information, everyone's way of thinking would experience slight perturbations due to the input information.
With the Heart's Eye he had cultivated through the Martial Path, he could observe these minute changes at every moment.
It was hard to say whether this was a good thing. Apart from trying it themselves, no one could tell the explorers where this path would ultimately lead.
The small handful of people currently at the peak had almost all completed their initial accumulation during the spirit tide when Spirit Qi first appeared, then grew wildly in subsequent developments, rising to power through various legitimate or illegitimate means, finally reaching the apex by a snowballing effect where the strong became stronger and the weak were left to eat dust.
Compared to the change in their mentality, their power growth, having devoured a large portion of the early benefits of Spirit Qi, was excessively rapid. In merely five or six years, a terrifying array of monsters had already emerged.
Every single one of them, given enough time, could wipe out the vast majority of life on Earth from before the emergence of Spirit Qi, leaving less than a tenth remaining.
For transcendent life forms that even nuclear bombs couldn't directly kill, if they truly cast aside all restraint and went into hiding, specifically targeting cities with malicious attacks, it would only be a matter of time before human civilization, originally lacking corresponding powers, plunged into an apocalyptic era devoid of order.
Possessing non-human power before their human mindset had time to adapt—this was a critically important reason for the world's unrest over the past decade.
"I will definitely escape! You bunch of bastards, you want me to sacrifice myself for some bullshit 'greater good'? One day, I will trample all of you underfoot!" Only after initially organizing the Cāng Lán Mì Diǎn that had flooded his mind did Zhao Fei Ling realize what a magnificent inheritance he had encountered.
According to the information he received, the entire Cāng Lán Mì Diǎn comprised thirteen layers. As long as one cultivated to the sixth layer, they would possess the strength to contend with a Xuanhua Stage spirit cultivator, and by the tenth layer, one would be a star-destroying powerhouse.
Although the subsequent descriptions seemed a bit exaggerated to him, it did not diminish Zhao Fei Ling's anticipation for this divine art in the slightest. The core cultivation methods collected by his family could, at best, only be practiced up to the Xuanhua Stage; there was simply no comparison between the two.
"As long as I cultivate to the third layer of the Cāng Lán Mì Diǎn, and use the power of Cang to awaken her, I will be able to unlock the fourth to sixth layers of the secret manual."
"Yicui Si, just you wait, I will definitely save you!" After receiving a heaven-sent girl and a heaven-sent divine art, Zhao Fei Ling couldn't help but feel a little lightheaded, and the tension of being pursued transformed into a surge of vengeful drive.
"A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure makes him guilty! This thing must absolutely not be known by a second person!" By the time dawn was barely breaking, he had already cleaned up all traces around him thoroughly, then got into a car and left.
"I have to say, your Huaxia's script is really well-written, giving me endless material to arrange all of this," Ramdo said with a chuckle, watching the show outside.
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