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Chapter 485: Sealing

Even before he personally entered the fray, Bai Mo had already prepared contingency plans for various situations.

He set an automatic unsealing deadline for his own seal: twenty years. If he hadn't been able to unravel the mystery of his true self and awaken from his slumber by then, the seal would automatically release.

Of course, this was merely a final failsafe. Bai Mo knew he was far more powerful than Chemosynthesis stage Spirit Energy cultivators; a seal designed according to their general capabilities wouldn't be able to hold him for long at all.

And indeed, it was as he had expected. This seal couldn't completely hinder his assimilation, as the temperament of the boy he possessed had always been extremely similar to Bai Mo's.

Even without this stimulus, the unsealing would have happened as a matter of course.

"Is this the world through ordinary people's eyes?" Bai Mo observed everything around him with the eyes of this body, feeling a little unaccustomed. It was as if the resolution of the entire world had suddenly dropped significantly.

Ever since his divine sense ability awakened, he had always perceived his surroundings in this more transcendent manner.

For Bai Mo, that strange and kaleidoscopic world was the real one. What he saw now was nothing more than a simple sketch, omitting countless details.

"All dead..." After Bai Mo gradually adapted to his new vision, he swept his gaze across the ruins.

The black-clad figures who had slaughtered all the villagers also conveniently perished amidst various bizarre illusions. The scene was utterly desolate, with nothing left alive.

"Does this count as severing my worldly ties?" Bai Mo, in his youthful appearance, inexplicably thought of this strange line of reasoning.

His original body, Bai, influenced by Bai Mo within him, had an extremely indifferent temperament. Even though the village he lived in was completely massacred, he felt little sorrow and still had the mind to think about other things.

What's more, now that he had awakened, Bai Mo had become an observer of the past few years' memories. Bai's entire village being massacred, in his eyes, was really not much different from watching a murder scene in a movie; at most, the level of realism was extremely high.

Moreover, all the murderers who massacred the village had now become his vanquished souls, which also counted as avenging these people. There was nothing else worth remembering.

Finally, Bai Mo, with a single palm, conjured a large amount of soil from the surface, then smoothed everything over, burying the entire village like a landslide.

Whether the black-clad figures, the neighbors, or the original body's adoptive parents, all disappeared beneath the yellow earth.

...

"What a chaotic era, where human lives are as cheap as weeds." After Bai Mo recalled the pile of Blood-Patterned Blades he had casually left behind, he couldn't help but think this.

The function of the Blood-Patterned Blades was extremely simple: for every person killed in a blood sacrifice, it could increase the blade wielder's attributes in all aspects by one point, straightforward and crude.

And in the headquarters of the Long Le Sect, to which the black-clad leader belonged, there were hundreds of Blood-Patterned Blades.

"The people they killed were nourishment for the blades. They themselves were also nourishment for the blades. And each Blood-Patterned Blade was still nourishment for something even higher-level..."

Bai Mo himself possessed many cultivation techniques for nurturing specialized food, so he was naturally adept at this kind of routine.

For a Long Le Sect with a family background to be able to achieve this extent, there were clearly more interesting things behind it.

"Let's first take a trip to the Long Le Sect. Consider it the first scenic spot on this journey."

The transformation plan on Earth would probably still need over a decade. Bai Mo would also have nothing to do if he went back now.

So he would spend ten or eight years playing in this world, while also perfecting the process of advancing to the Myriad Forms Realm, and pondering the next direction after stepping into the Myriad Forms Realm.

...

"Five thousand three hundred li to the southeast, it seems a treasure has descended upon the world. You all go forth and investigate."

"Yes, sir!"

"Three thousand li to the southwest, a treasure light has appeared..."

...

The energy fluctuations inadvertently caused by Bai Mo when he awakened were too great, arousing the curiosity of many factions, who believed that a treasure had appeared. So they all dispatched people to investigate.

Of course, these matters had little to do with him, the originator, who had long since left the scene. Nor did Bai Mo care what they might comprehend from the Blood-Patterned Blade formation he had casually set up.

...

"They weren't wrong. This body should possess a rather powerful bloodline, to think it can bear even close to one ten-thousandth of my power."

As he walked towards the direction of the Long Le Sect, he analyzed the situation within his body.

The number one ten-thousandth might seem insignificant, but in reality, it was equivalent to the entire power of a Spirit Energy cultivator who had just entered the Fifth Tier on Earth.

Bai Mo, who was constantly being corroded by Daoization every moment, saw his power growth never cease while continuously losing emotions.

Over the past decade or so, compared to when he had just broken through to the Myriad Forms Realm, his power had already surged by more than twenty times. At this point, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe Bai Mo as capable of "grasping stars and plucking the moon."

After awakening his memories, he knew he could tear apart this body at any time and return to his original peak state.

But Bai Mo felt that it would be better to continue using Bai's identity and make plans after figuring out the upper limits of power in this world.

Because he was unsure whether this unknown world had something akin to a Heavenly Dao specifically dedicated to hunting down visitors from other worlds. He was here for a trip, and to bring back some "local specialties," not to fight against heavens and earth.

"Bloodlines are one thing. The human structure of this world is also very different from that of Earth humans. Things like meridians have become physically observable entities, truly existing within the body.

Whereas for humans on Earth, only practitioners of the Martial Path can vaguely detect certain hidden acupoints in their bodies..."

...

"Hanluo City?" Bai Mo looked up at the towering city gates before him. For a moment, he thought he had arrived at a film and television set.

Based on the black-clad leader's memories, he slowly walked in the direction of the Long Le Sect for several days before arriving here. Along the way, he casually "redeemed" a few monsters foolish enough to attack him.

The wilderness of this world was far from peaceful. The roads were fraught with many dangers; often, only heavily armed large merchant caravans could travel relatively safely between cities.

"Hick! What are you looking at? If you want to enter the city, get in line at the back!" A city guard stepped forward and said.

Bai Mo ignored the person and simply vanished from the spot, frightening the approaching grunt so much that he couldn't even hold his sword steady.

"That kid must be a demon spirit!" He said to his comrade beside him, flustered.

"What demon spirit? There was nothing in front of you just now. We were all wondering what you went up there for."

"Little Wu, don't drink when you're on duty anymore," the old military officer said earnestly. Then he meaningfully patted his shoulder. It seemed as if this old man knew something deeper.