Chapter 554: Legacy
Witnessing the number of malevolent entities maintaining its existence diminish by nearly one-fifth in a short span of time, the phantom once again accelerated its information output speed.
Wave after wave of powerful fluctuations, imperceptible to the naked eye, continuously emanated outwards from the phantom as their source. It transformed into a massive signal source, transmitting a vast amount of information to Bai Mo like a signal tower.
Among it were past histories and introductions to the ancient Manghuang Realm. Naturally, the most abundant information was its own legacy.
Yuan Wu Chu wanted to find someone to pass down everything he had accumulated over these eight lifetimes.
Back then, when he knew his time was running out, he sorrowfully discovered that he had become too powerful – so powerful that only beings of Divine-level and above could bear his complete memories and become the Shaman of Nine Lives.
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Bai Mo quietly watched Yuan Wu Chu's bizarre maneuver, guessing that he might even have the intention of brainwashing him into becoming the Shaman of Nine Lives, his successor.
Compared to his own lifespan of only a few decades, with Yuan Wu Chu having reincarnated for eight lifetimes spanning ten thousand years, and his last incarnation being a figure comparable to himself, Bai Mo wasn't very confident he could remain completely unaffected.
Therefore, he took all the information he received and, via the subconscious network connecting every Holy Progenitor on the Land of White, cut it into small segments and shoved it into these nodes.
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"Ancient races of the Manghuang Realm, introduction to the Sun-Chasing Tribe?"
"Manufacturing method for the Blood Realm Battleaxe?"
"Nine techniques to enhance human fertility?"
"Post-natal care for sow pigs?"
A pile of inexplicable things appeared in the memories of some people.
"God Body Mission – Memorize: Record the information just received as much as possible." A line of information popped up.
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"How much have you parsed now?"
"Fifteen percent."
"These are all very valuable materials from the Manghuang Realm. We must record them as much as possible."
"Yes!"
A man with sunglasses, smoking a pipe and wearing overalls with the belt pulled almost up to his chest, was busily directing his subordinates at a frontline intelligence station two hundred kilometers away.
He was the on-site supervisor of the Ark's intelligence collection and analysis department, specifically responsible for finding breakthroughs from the subtle traces of history.
As an outpost personnel for the Ark's planar conquest, the man with sunglasses bore the immense responsibility of guiding the subsequent main force's plans.
Whether a world could be conquered and whether it was worth conquering, which direction the conquest should begin from, and where the best resources might be found – all of this information was to be acquired by him, and he was to submit a preliminary research report.
"I still have two spots available. This mission depends on you. The two who perform the best can remove their secrecy talismans and become official members of the Ark," the man with sunglasses said, adjusting his overalls and enticing them with a smile.
Apart from the Ark's own members, a large number of natives, under duress and enticement, became lackeys working for them on the periphery.
Each of them had to ingest a special secrecy talisman, and if they leaked secrets, the talisman would detonate, to ensure no traitors would emerge. At the same time, with various benefits, and even the chance to defy fate and change their destiny, as bait to become official members of the Ark, they were made to work desperately.
Although the Ark's high-ranking members understood that their side's power was insufficient to conquer the Manghuang Realm, they still attempted to utilize it to the greatest extent possible.
Thus, this world temporarily became one of the Ark's simulations for future planar conquest processes – a gigantic practical combat training base.
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"My time is almost up." After most of the malevolent entities behind it had vanished, the phantom became increasingly blurry. Its face, which was already indistinct, now didn't even have the outline of a face.
"This is my last Origin Seed."
From the mind of a malevolent great overlord whose eyes had lost their gleam, the phantom dug out a mass of iridescent, vibrant colors, a substance in a solid-liquid coexisting state.
"It's actually Seven-Colored Perfection!"
"That's the foundation of a mid-sized Bloodline House!"
"With it, given time, it's hard to say if a fifth great Bloodline House might emerge!"
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When Yuan Wu Chu's phantom took out the Origin Seed deeply hidden in the malevolent entity's brain, the Bloodline House army instantly boiled with excitement.
Every Seven-Colored Perfection Origin Seed represented a future family capable of giving birth to multiple six-stage powerhouses.
As long as someone claimed ownership through bloodline recognition, their descendants would have a far greater chance than ordinary superhuman descendants to awaken powers of the same series.
Moreover, the greater the number and higher the quality of lives sacrificed to the Origin Seed, the higher the probability of awakening. This point was incredibly heaven-defying.
As for the Seven Colors, they represented that cultivators of this bloodline had a peak assistance their bloodline could provide at Divine-level Perfection. Before reaching this peak, their cultivation speed would be considerably faster than others.
"Silence!" Four streams of radiance erupted from the center of the army.
Several surges of oppressive aura, far surpassing the Origin Seed in Yuan Wu Chu's hand, greatly intimidated the crowd, making them understand that the current leaders were still the Four Great Bloodline Houses.
As the commanders, the patriarchs of the four great Bloodline Houses took out Origin Seeds that had been nurtured for many years within their dantian, bearing their respective family's imprints.
This was the patriarch's seal; any member within the family attempting to challenge the patriarch's authority would temporarily lose most of their power under this oppressive aura.
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"A bunch of pathetic parasites." Yuan Wu Chu glanced towards the noisy direction. That subtle, almost imperceptible killing intent instantly made everyone's hair stand on end.
The Origin Seed was something he created by blending his experiences as a shaman over multiple lifetimes. Its initial purpose was to encourage human owners to slaughter foreign enemies, using the blood of foreign races as sacrifices to obtain the opportunity for descendants.
As a result, after the unification of the world and Yuan Wu Chu's departure from it, the Bloodline Houses, having lost their source of foreign sacrifices, began to entertain the idea of sacrificing their own people.
But directly sacrificing humans clearly wouldn't pass the Origin Seed's scrutiny. So, after decades of research, they finally managed to create something called "Man-made Demons."
They secretly gave their mass-produced divine weapons and demonic blades to bandits and highwaymen in the territories under their jurisdiction, allowing these fellows to refine blades using humans.
As the bandits killed and absorbed blood to grow stronger, they would also become more closely connected to their blades, until they gradually lost their sanity, finally transforming into sword demons or blade demons knowing only slaughter.
At this point, the Bloodline Houses would return for a "dispensing justice on behalf of Heaven"-style harvest, sacrificing the sword demons and blade demons that could deceive the Origin Seed. This not only harvested the fruits, making their own families stronger in the future, but also won the hearts of the people, making the populace acknowledge their importance.
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For thousands of years, the Star Torch had been observing such matters, but it had no intention of stopping them, because it was not human.
In its logic, as long as the Divine-level red line wasn't crossed, the stronger humanity became, the better.
If a bloodline user's combat power was equivalent to twenty ordinary people, then using the blood of nineteen ordinary people to nurture one bloodline user was also a cost-effective approach.
This was purely a mathematical optimization, without a shred of human empathy. Human lives were just a numerical value, a calculable value.
PS: Happy National Day, everyone (From the lazy author enjoying a nine-day holiday).
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