Chapter 479: Small
Beneath the dense, impenetrable white mist, what the naked eye perceived was only a deathly silence. Yet, if one narrowed their gaze further, observing from a microscopic perspective, work was being carried out with feverish intensity everywhere.
For all transformations would begin with the microorganisms on Earth.
Torrents of nanobots ceaselessly transformed all microorganisms they encountered in their path, both within and outside biological bodies.
Whether bacteria or viruses, or other simple single-celled or multi-celled organisms, all would be transformed into specialized molecular machines with different functions.
Nanobots were like industrial machine tools, using other microorganisms as raw materials, continuously producing various molecular machines with practical uses.
Ever since life emerged on Earth, microorganisms had always existed, from the Eoarchean to the Proterozoic, from the Proterozoic to the Paleozoic, Mesozoic, and then the Cenozoic, when humanity appeared.
They were omnipresent, an indispensable part of this planet's biological material cycle. Most types of microorganisms, acting as decomposers, had participated in the game of organic matter recycling for millions of years.
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Without the existence of microorganisms, whether at normal or low temperatures, food would not spoil or deteriorate no matter how long it was left out; it would only lose water and air-dry.
Living people would no longer suffer from illnesses caused by bacterial infections. If it went a step further, causing all viruses to disappear as well, most diseases would immediately heal without medicine, and never recur.
The influence of microorganisms on this world had long permeated every corner that humans took for granted. Many daily occurrences that didn't provoke deep thought actually had their shadows behind them.
The absence of microorganisms seemed wonderful, but the cost was that the organic matter cycle on Earth would be completely broken.
Garbage — at least what humanity considered garbage — would forever remain in its garbage form. Without decomposers in the environment, there would be no force to process them.
However, the white mist's transformation of Earth was not to make all decomposers disappear. On the contrary, it was to modify them through nanotechnology, accelerating the decomposition process dozens or even hundreds of times, greatly speeding up the degradation of waste.
In addition, countless modified microorganisms capable of photosynthesis would be released into the atmosphere in batches, converting solar energy into chemical energy.
Then, through active material transfer, the synthesized organic matter like glucose would be continuously transported directly into the bodies of the modified Holy Progenitors, solving most of their energy intake problems unconsciously.
A large number of bacteria that originally coexisted with humans would, according to the plan, be transformed into new molecular machines that monitored the body's health, continuing their symbiotic work in another way.
Controllable microorganisms, in Bai Mo's eyes, were precisely one of the most powerful auxiliary tools for these modified individuals, the "Holy Progenitors".
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"They truly are persistent like lingering spirits."
That Donald, who had never left Earth, actually possessed coordinates to other spatial layers. Even if Bai Mo didn't use the Sky Net to get the answer, it was easy to guess whose handiwork it was.
However, even if he knew who the mastermind behind it was, he would still make the same choice, because this was entirely an overt scheme aimed at him.
The few individuals who knew the truth of Daoization, utilizing their intelligence advantage, had subtly schemed against him after their deaths.
Before preparing to leave, Bai Mo cast his gaze towards the Moon.
He could probably guess that the Creator, who had actively reincarnated, must have personally sealed his own memories to temporarily escape his perception, hiding within a certain human body and fleeing.
As for the Disciple of the Crimson World and Gaia, whom he had forced to commit suicide, the memories symbolizing their existence had scattered across the countless new lives born that day.
However, after losing the control of their main consciousness, these scattered memories couldn't even possess a newborn. Their only function was to provide a faint lingering influence, allowing those with them to have slightly better aptitudes than ordinary people in certain aspects.
Perhaps in one or two millennia, ambitious individuals, actively or passively, would gather these scattered memories together. Only then might they revive from their long reincarnation, gaining a chance to make a comeback.
But such matters no longer concerned Bai Mo.
Not to mention whether Gaia after reincarnation would still be the original Gaia, according to Bai Mo's estimation, if he hadn't been assimilated by the universe in another thousand years, his power would be significantly stronger than his parallel world self's. Extinguishing the Sun would be no harder than blowing out a candle now.
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"What's going on? Was someone just peeking at me?" On the Moon, Leyon, who was deep in thought pondering witchery models at the Wizard Alliance headquarters, suddenly felt a chill down his spine.
It seemed a terrifying existence had focused its attention on him, instinctively making him shiver.
"Perhaps it's just my imagination? The pressure lately has indeed been a bit much." Leyon checked the warning witcheries circling him, but none of them indicated danger. He couldn't help but think he was worrying unnecessarily.
The hastily established Human Alliance, though outwardly uniting humanity on the Moon under a single banner, was internally fragmented with numerous factions and constant disputes.
Especially the fact that the Moon's resources were significantly scarcer than Earth's greatly intensified the conflicts. Leyon, as a core member of the group, was tormented relentlessly by these internal power struggles every day.
"Ever since that incident, the function of the intelligent chip in my body has been continuously decreasing. Now I can barely feel it anymore. There must be some connection here..."
He instinctively sensed that something was amiss, but it was unlikely he could deduce the Creator's true intentions.
After all, no normal person would consider that a reincarnated powerful being, having sealed their memories, had been lurking within their body for many years, solely to become their own son.
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"Ultimately, I still have to try." Even though he clearly knew this was an overt scheme by the three to "ascend" him, Bai Mo was still willing to give it a try.
Of course, he wouldn't completely place his hope in others' plans. This time, traversing the wormhole to another spatial layer, was actually only a portion of Bai Mo's will and power.
If he truly succeeded in escaping Daoization, he would completely sever ties with Earth, abandoning everything he had built previously. But if it was merely an illusion, Bai Mo would restart the wormhole at the appropriate time, returning to a fully transformed Earth.
The people who had merged into the Void Worm's body wall were almost driven mad during the period Bai Mo sealed off Earth with white mist.
In their spiritual perception, Bai Mo's figure was everywhere, densely packed and infinite.
They were like people who had fallen into the ocean. Although they struggled desperately, there was nothing around them but boundless seawater.
Despair oppressed them, leaving only their souls, and they even had the illusion of being unable to breathe.
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