Chapter 378: Power
"Boom!!!" In less than half a second, an earth-shattering loud bang resounded.
Teach's thoughts had only just begun when his clone was instantly annihilated. On the ground behind him, a massive rift valley stretched five thousand meters long, twenty meters wide, and nearly three hundred meters deep at its deepest point.
As the smoke and dust cleared, faintly visible before the white-smoking rift was a super giant, its entire body almost completely colorless and transparent.
The giant stood over a thousand meters tall, wielding an incomparably sharp longsword. The scene before them, resembling a post-earthquake disaster zone, was precisely the result of its earth-shattering sword strike.
This colossal being, wielding the giant sword, was entirely composed of Xuanhua. As long as its core remained unextinguished, it could not be killed.
After stepping into the Myriad Manifestations Realm, Bai Mo harbored a peculiar sensation in his heart. He felt the need to elementalize the Xuanhua outside his body, bit by bit. When he could control the entire Xuanhua body to elementalize in an instant, the Myriad Manifestations Realm would also reach perfection.
However, he discovered that this was a desperate journey, for as his control ability strengthened, his power itself also grew, and the Xuanhua body would likewise continuously and naturally expand... He was trapped in a self-defeating cycle where he had to constantly outdo himself.
However, these were not problems for now. Even if it was a self-defeating cycle, it was one where his power continuously grew. He optimistically believed that perhaps there would be a day when quantitative change would lead to qualitative transformation?
Facing the giant's pure and unparalleled power, Teach's clone was as fragile as a piece of paper. This was precisely why Bai Mo was unwilling to let the densely populated Huaxia Federation serve as the main battlefield.
"I still ramble too much," he muttered to himself, located in the giant's heart, after casually sweeping away another batch of Spirit Energy clones.
Originally, his idea was just to find an open and durable testing ground, along with a multitude of sacrificial targets, to familiarize himself with his own power. Compared to his continuously explosively growing power, Bai Mo felt his control was truly too crude, nowhere near precise.
From start to finish, the entities he truly cared about were only those three and a half: the Disciple of the Crimson World, Gaia, the Creator who was basically confirmed to be hiding within the Latin Alliance, and finally, the conceptual god located in the Luminous Holy Church's divine kingdom.
Unfortunately, none of the targets' true bodies arrived. All that appeared were fragile probing clones that shattered upon contact. Bai Mo's terrifying strength, capable of killing Zhao Feiyan with a single finger, compelled everyone to respond with the utmost caution.
Intercontinental missiles flashing by from time to time, space-based weapons, curse bombs imbued with debilitating and dizzying effects, and spiritualization viruses from research institutes... All manner of things showcasing humanity's maxed-out self-destruction skill tree appeared one by one.
Unfortunately, none had the slightest effect; they couldn't even penetrate the Xuanhua layer covering him.
"This is my country; I don't need you to sacrifice for her," Bai Mo muttered to himself again after instantly eliminating a group of fanatics who intended to launch a Dao-Merging Tribulation Attack. The side effects stemming from his mind's explosive growth still had a considerable impact on his mental state.
On the ground lay hundreds of corpses. Without exception, their cause of death was a single finger strike through the head.
These fanatics, secretly cultivated solely to unleash the terrifying power of a single Dao-Merging Tribulation Attack, had their self-awareness completely erased before they could even react, turning into living dead, just like Zhao Feiyan.
And their bodies would undergo extensive modifications, becoming auxiliary equipment to support the Destiny System.
A super central hub capable of perfectly orchestrating and managing every aspect of over 1.5 billion lives, its periphery still required a network of biological computers for coordination.
"Since they're unwilling to come, I'll go end their futile struggles, and while I'm at it, add some external equipment for Destiny." Five days passed, and Bai Mo had basically confirmed that the Disciple of the Crimson World and Gaia had no intention of provoking a battle at this time.
One, two, three... Over three hundred Five-Tier clones emerged from the giant's body one after another, then ascended into the sky to assemble, preparing for the final banquet.
"Aren't you going to stop him?" Gaia, who had retreated to the American continent, discussed countermeasures with the Disciple of the Crimson World.
"It's meaningless. He can't kill us, nor does he have the ability to seal us anymore. And our influence over the real world is too far behind his; there's simply no possibility of killing him. Even if we could continue dragging this on indefinitely with him, our strength wouldn't recover in the slightest."
"He wants to become an existence that controls the destiny of everyone in this nation, and then eliminate all resistance... Is this a coincidence or a scheme?" Gaia suddenly pondered this question.
Gaia, who could gain power by manipulating the destinies of other living beings, and the Disciple of the Crimson World, who could gain power from living beings' resistance to reality, were both highly sensitive to matters concerning their vested interests.
Bai Mo's actions were, in fact, a disguised form of pulling the rug out from under them, but reality ultimately forced them to choose to temporarily lay low.
As for the Creator, who continued to silently lurk, unwilling to show himself, he seemed completely indifferent to all of this.
"Everyone, the final moment has arrived," Wei Wuya, who had temporarily taken over as chairman in the Huaxia Youth Alliance, declared, setting the atmosphere with a sonorous, impassioned voice. "Facing this madman, those fellows are actually still playing appeasement politics, unwilling to reveal their trump cards to deal with him..."
"Those fellows" he referred to were naturally the leaders of the other major nations. Within Huaxia, no one believed there was any room for negotiation anymore; there were only two choices: fight or surrender completely.
"But... do we really have a chance of winning?" After days of probing, what they saw was a desperate reality: all the people and all the weapons sent out couldn't last more than a minute against that monster.
Although some of those present were ambitious but lacked true talent, they weren't all fools. The vast majority still had a basic understanding of the disparity between friend and foe. No matter how the chairman on stage tried to deceive or impassion them, inciting them to their deaths wouldn't be so simple.
These young people, living in affluence, were they expected to sacrifice their lives for the interests of some group, just like those fanatics before? Not a chance.
The leading figures had consumed the large cake that was the Tianqing experimental field; naturally, they had to bear the karmic consequences and confront its original owner. But their subordinates were certainly unwilling to share the responsibility with their leaders, especially when bearing this responsibility likely meant death.
"Are we still going to continue?" And in Ziliu Sea, the tense atmosphere had not dissipated for days. In everyone's eyes, the words "deeply worried" were clearly written.
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