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Chapter 435: The Rational Human

The constant currents of air swirling across the continent seemed to drift aimlessly when viewed from the ground, but from the perspective of space, they instantly transformed into an incredibly spectacular sight.

An unprecedented, three-dimensional sealing array, with air currents as its circulatory meridians, coiled like a hurricane over the South American continent.

The air currents appeared chaotic, yet each one rigorously followed a predetermined trajectory. Driven by an endless supply of Spirit Energy, and guided by the Abyssal Source in Bai Mo's hand, they slowly but surely sealed away the existence of the three individuals.

"This is a Red Disaster Warning! An unidentified, super-strong hurricane... static... static... has suddenly formed inland in South America! All individuals in the affected region are advised to immediately seek shelter and evacuate open areas... static... static..."

The Latin Alliance's national emergency broadcast suddenly blared, but the sound was distorted by interference from the sealing array, with crackling static mixed into the voice.

The emergency communication system known as "Whispers of the Mind," which relied on Spirit Energy and could, under special circumstances, transmit information indiscriminately directly to every citizen's ear, now demonstrated its intended function.

As one of the few unique and impressive inventions of the Latin Alliance, this system had been entrusted with high hopes, expected to maintain stability during mega-disasters.

Thanks to the advent of the Spirit Qi era, while human individual strength rapidly advanced, humanity also gained numerous black technologies derived from Spirit Qi.

Spirit Qi was like encrypted, encapsulated code, leaving humanity with countless interfaces to achieve various unimaginable functions, yet stubbornly providing no user manual. One could only rely on continuous debugging to discover the so-called "laws."

Thus, apart from a very few individuals who stubbornly insisted on asking "why" and held conspiracy theories about the unknown, the vast majority, embracing a pragmatic mindset, readily accepted the existence of these things.

The reason was simple: these unknown existences brought them greater power and longer lives. In the face of these two temptations, few could cruelly refuse.

Even if Spirit Qi truly harbored a trap, merely living for several hundred more years was reason enough to override all other concerns.

"We will hand over all our inheritance systems and Daoization-related information to you, and then immediately leave this planet." Gaia, struggling against the seal, attempted one last negotiation with Bai Mo.

The truce agreement from a few years ago instantly became a mere scrap of paper; he directly ignored the previous expedient pact and launched an attack on the three of them.

"No." Bai Mo's response was a single word.

"Why? Isn't this the choice that maximizes benefit?" Gaia sounded somewhat surprised.

It believed that Bai Mo, increasingly tending towards absolute rationality and losing emotion, would become entirely focused on gains and losses, no longer allowing pointless hatred to dictate his actions. That was why it had proposed such a trade.

"Only a purely rational human would decide their next action based solely on the current state."

"For them, past hatred or pleasure is meaningless to current decisions. The decision function is solely dependent on current state variables. Therefore, revenge can only bring a false emotional satisfaction, but is by no means the optimal path."

"Unfortunately, I don't want to become like that." After speaking at length, Bai Mo finally delivered a major twist.

During their conversation, the array that had initially enveloped all of South America had already shrunk to one-third of its original volume. The thoughts they had hidden within countless organisms were also uprooted by the array's focal point, like a powerful attractor.

Unfortunately, the method of thought infiltration was too peculiar; most people, even after regaining their freedom, showed no reaction whatsoever, completely unaware that a certain 'eye' of a Sky Demon had once resided within their bodies.

"Do you know the method to suppress Daoization?!" Gaia continued, "I can tell you."

Relying on its essence as an information entity, where memory was an integral part of its existence, it never worried that its core memories would be silently read. Just as a normal person wouldn't fail to notice if a liver suddenly went missing.

So, it insisted on using information as bargaining chips to negotiate with Bai Mo.

"As an enemy, your only task is to die. Nothing else matters." He once again ignored Gaia's negotiation request.

"I hear it, the resentment of countless living and dead souls towards you..." Bai Mo then muttered, sounding rather mystical.

The riots orchestrated by the Crimson World's Disciples a few years ago, in conjunction with Gaia's Spirit Devourer Virus, caused unprecedented casualties in a short period, instantly making them the most hated aliens after Seres of the Sea Race.

"Merely the grievances of ants."

It was said that being universally condemned leads to an untimely demise, but even if a thousand men were bound together, they probably wouldn't be as strong as a single finger of the Crimson World's Disciples, so their resentment naturally wouldn't be of any use.

To Bai Mo, who had risen from the lowest stratum of the Tianxuan Continent, unleashed boundless slaughter, and personally slain countless enemies, these scattered resentments weren't even an appetizer.

"Indeed, merely tiny ants, but now they are also my cells..."

"We cultivators spend our entire lives pursuing freedom and transcendence, yet you insist on doing the opposite, burdening yourself with the wills of countless people. The path of a Destiny Dynasty is not so easy to walk."

Upon hearing Bai Mo's words, the Crimson World's Disciples subconsciously connected them to the Destiny Dynasty system that had vanished from the Tianxuan Continent hundreds of years ago, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

The Destiny Dynasty system had become history on the Tianxuan Continent, not because too few people cultivated it, but because its inherent weaknesses were simply too obvious, leading to its natural elimination.

The common folk, who served as its foundation, were incredibly fragile, unable to withstand various shameless terror attacks from high-level cultivators who stooped to their level. Their mass deaths would lead to a backlash for the Destiny Dynasty Lord, whose fate was tied to the nation's fortunes. There were countless cases where the nation hadn't even fallen, yet the ruler was already half-crippled.

Whether it was directly releasing poison to massacre cities, or instigating internal personnel to create rebellions, all could cause a certain backlash for the monarch. There were even advanced tactics like fostering corruption, causing all officials to become depraved and addicted to pleasure, which truly killed invisibly.

Even if a Destiny Dynasty official's nation was destroyed, at most, they would suffer minor injuries from the backlash, recovering within a month.

However, as the primary person responsible, and naturally the primary recipient of the Destiny Dynasty's benefits, with great power came great responsibility. The emperor's backlash would require at least thirty to fifty years of recuperation to fully recover.

Given the number of enemies they made, after a thirty-to-fifty-year period of severe injury, it was highly unlikely anyone would still be alive.

When it was young, the Crimson World's Disciples had instigated multiple rebellions to seize national treasuries, bringing down one Destiny Dynasty after another. Recalling it now, it felt a peculiar sensation.