Chapter 466: Choice (II)
Regardless of whether they had connected to the Destiny System's network before, they all, without exception, heard this cold, emotionless voice.
To combat the challenge of Daoization, Bai Mo modified his plan. He no longer forcefully ordered everyone to participate in the construction of the God Body; instead, he kept only a portion of people, allowing those whose ideals clashed with his own to leave.
“I give you five years. Within five years, either join the Land of White, or leave Earth.”
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
...
Before his words fully faded, streaks of white daylight lightning rent the sky, adding immeasurable deterrence to his pronouncement.
After a clap of thunder from clear skies, one phantom countdown stopwatch after another appeared, covering the entire firmament like stamps, just like the scene during his previous battle against the three Red World Disciples.
Only this time, it was no longer a life countdown related only to them, but a countdown belonging to every person on Earth.
Bai Mo's decision surprised countless people.
Almost everyone had believed his plan was to unify all intelligent life on Earth, establish a great unified super-empire, and then march towards the stars and sea.
Along this path, all dissenters would be mercilessly crushed by absolute power and swept into the trash heap of history, not granted a free choice to join or leave as they were now.
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“I really didn’t expect him to make such a decision in the end,” Chen Bo, toiling away at a construction site, grumbled to Cheng Mu, who was dredging the river alongside him.
Over the past few years, these cultivators, subjected to “labor reform,” had practically covered the length and breadth of the land, tirelessly rushing between various projects.
Their formidable combat power, capable of moving mountains and breaking peaks, was entirely redirected towards environmental transformation, allowing many projects that once seemed like pure fantasy to be completed smoothly in unimaginably short periods.
One artificial river after another stretched from east to west, gradually constructing a dense canal network that penetrated deep into the interior. Seawater flowed all the way into the northwestern deserts, completely altering the climate along the banks.
Nearly half of the Hundred Thousand Mountains in the south were leveled, clearing over tens of thousands of square kilometers of habitable plains. Villages deep within the mountains were all relocated, forming new settlements...
The game of “Earth Online” was being played by Bai Mo to great success. Tens of thousands of superhumans were dispatched across the nation, freely wielding their power across the Land of White, frantically accelerating the progress of the “moving mountains and filling seas” projects.
Whether they were Third, Fourth, Fifth, or Sixth Tiers, all were, without exception, forcibly turned into screws by the system, selflessly shining brightly and contributing their all in every position.
“I originally thought he would unite humanity on behalf of us Huaxia people,” Cheng Mu said, a hint of confusion in his heart after hearing Bai Mo’s decision.
The temptation of uniting humanity, a feat glorious enough to go down in history for ten thousand years, was something every ruler throughout history found irresistible. Yet, at the very last step, he chose to abandon it, relinquishing a glory greater than that of an emperor of a thousand ages!
“Old man Cheng, your thinking still hasn't caught up. Forget him, even I, a person at the Chemosynthesis stage, have over a thousand years ahead of me.”
“A thousand years, a period of time almost impossible to imagine.”
“As for that person, as long as he doesn't perish prematurely, in a few millennia, he will *be* history itself. Whether they sing his praises or curse him, they will all die before him. What meaning would going down in history hold for him then?”
“It's quite possible that even the truth of history will fade before he does,” Chen Bo remarked with a touch of emotion.
Several years of dedicated accumulation had also shown him a glimmer of hope for the future. He estimated that within fifty years, he would be confident enough to explore the scenery of the next level.
“It’s a pity the matter of the Spirit Energy Network has already been exposed. Otherwise, if I could just build my own network like him, the accumulation of my primordial spirit could have been reduced by at least twenty years.” Thinking of this, Chen Bo couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret.
Despite his regret, a concept had already formed in his mind: once he left this place, he would establish a Spirit Energy Tower, a hybrid akin to a Spirit Energy Network and a wizard tower.
While assisting his own cultivation, it would also serve as a center from which to foster a new force.
“What are your plans for the future?” Cheng Mu asked, deciding to change the subject after realizing the atmosphere was becoming slightly awkward for him.
Ultimately, without the constraints of power, Cheng Mu, whose combat strength wasn't particularly outstanding among Fifth Tiers, didn't have much confidence when speaking to Chen Bo, whose power far surpassed his own.
Because the logic of “respecting the old and cherishing the young” clearly didn't apply to them. For example, Cheng Mu, who had converted to the Divine Path and reached the Fifth Tier, had an estimated maximum lifespan of nearly a thousand years.
At just over ninety years old this year, whether he could still be considered an old man relative to a lifespan of nearly a millennium was also a puzzling question.
“Leave Earth.” After pulling his thoughts back from the Spirit Energy Tower, Chen Bo answered without hesitation.
Although he had gained much from the tempering of these past few years, a life of being a coolie every day was clearly not what Chen Bo desired. As for where to reside, that was secondary to him.
The metamorphosis of their life forms allowed superhumans at the Sixth Tier, such as themselves, to survive for several years even in desolate outer space.
For Chen Bo, a minor matter like moving to the Moon to live was just like moving to the countryside for a vacation.
The existence of the Land of White cast a thick shadow over the hearts of all superhumans who wished to become someone superior to others.
Only by escaping from that person's shadow could his Spirit Energy Tower plan have any chance of being implemented.
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“Does our plan still need to continue?” At an emergency high-level meeting in the United States, officials from different factions diverged in opinion on this question.
“Since he is willing to concede, then there’s no need to continue the Worm Project. Are you all still unclear about what happened in the central Pacific? That’s simply not a force we can contend with!” a dove faction official said.
“We cannot pin our hopes on the mercy of a madman. Power is the capital for equal negotiation! We must have something that can threaten him, even if it’s just resistance that leads to mutual destruction!”
“Councilman Tang Na Sen, for your own safety, please mind your words,” the President, seated in the center, had to remind a somewhat agitated Tang Na Sen. “Over these past few years, many have proven this point with their lives.”
“Mr. President, don’t worry about that. My Narsen Group’s research department has already developed an information blocking device specifically for his information probing ability. As long as you don’t directly mention that person’s name while wearing it, he won’t sense anything.”
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