Chapter 625: Tearing the Sky
He had known for a long time.
The universe's attitude toward beings above the seventh tier might not be friendly.
Every existence attempting to step into the forbidden domain would be targeted by a cold will, then eroded by the power of Daoization.
Both Yuan Wu Chu and Bai Mo had personally experienced this cold power.
Among existences possessing seventh-tier power, only the Star Beacon had so far escaped, because in essence, it was already a program loyal to its mission, devoid of emotion.
Even the day-to-day repetition in the Manghuang Realm would not make it feel any weariness, and after completing its mission, it could even self-destruct according to its preset configurations.
However, over its long operational period, it seemed to have gradually developed something called "self," though this nascent self had yet to evolve true emotions.
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Bai Mo speculated that the fundamental reason he was implicated by the breakthroughs of others lay in his creation of the True Spirit Barrier, a method to evade Daoization, and his act of bestowing this loophole-exploiting technique upon them.
Once the speed of raising and reinforcing fell behind, it would ultimately be swept away by the flood in one fell swoop.
But Daoization was perhaps an emergency mechanism of this universe for eliminating harmful entities; his interference with its operation would naturally incur the backlash of heaven and earth.
Yet, he didn't care.
Bai Mo had never considered evasion. If he truly wanted to prevent himself from being dragged into such bothersome affairs, he could simply dispatch his main body once and eliminate all those in the know. Killing couldn't solve problems, but it could solve the people who created them.
However, he wanted to win this round, so he preferred to insert more Holy Progenitors into the thought network rather than resort to killing as a passive means of evasion.
If he were to keep killing, he would very likely revert to the old path taken by his parallel world self.
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According to Bai Mo's estimates, the probability of advancement for each tier in this generation of humanity was approximately twenty to one. That is, on average, for every twenty first-tier individuals, one second-tier would emerge; for every twenty second-tier, one third-tier would be born...
Applying this model to the Moon population, roughly one seventh-tier individual would emerge from every billion people.
As time passed and the Spirit Qi concentration level decreased, the probability of advancement might gradually decline in a few generations. However, for the next few decades, the five percent figure wouldn't fluctuate much.
Only one seventh-tier individual would appear among a billion, or even tens of billions of people. Given the Federation's population base, this small proportion alone wouldn't have a significant impact on him within the next one to two millennia.
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Xu Xuanling's situation wasn't looking good.
The loss of her origin, the damage to her body, and the overexertion of her power were all continuously depleting her life.
Blood seeped from countless fissures in her body. At this moment, Xu Xuanling was covered in blood and wounds, like a porcelain doll about to shatter.
Of course, even if she were blown into minced meat, shredded meat, meat paste, or meat juice, she wouldn't die.
For a seventh-tier being whose control reached the molecular level, unless she was torn apart into atoms, or even smaller subatomic particles, her body could still recover, provided she was willing to spend the time.
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Unfortunately, the Moon was simply too heavy.
According to Bai Mo's power classification, one would need to be at least 7-7, or above level seventy-seven, to have the qualification to directly contend with a small planet like the Moon.
At this moment, she still needed time to accumulate strength. Even with her full might, she couldn't stop the Moon, which was like a runaway wild dog.
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"Almost time," Bai Mo calculated in his mind.
In another minute, if nothing unexpected happened, Mars and the Moon would stage a cosmic collision; an explosion far more violent than the Solar Flare's destruction of Phobos and Deimos half a year ago was about to occur.
But now, he was going to be that unexpected element.
Bai Mo's body began to swell.
The original slow cycle of destruction-regeneration was broken, and a new cycle emerged.
Every second, his body would be annihilated by the berserk Spirit Energy of the Solar Flare River, only to regenerate perfectly in the next.
His figure, caught in this cycle of death and rebirth, became so vast it blotted out the sky and veiled the sun.
Seven seconds later, his size surpassed the monster form of Teach.
Fifteen seconds later, his size exceeded the giant form of Ying Huo.
Thirty seconds later, Ying Huo found that even jumping, she couldn't reach his knee.
"Thirty instantaneous regenerations from projections? Someone who occupies the entire Earth truly is self-indulgent," Teach muttered, watching Bai Mo's incredibly extravagant use of Spirit Energy, and couldn't help but sigh.
A normal sixth-tier superhuman would feel their body hollowed out after separating just two or three projections at once. Such audacious moves as Bai Mo's—burning projections for fun, creating a new one every second—were simply unimaginable.
"So it really was you..."
Bai Mo, now in his light-human form, seemed to hear Teach's thoughts.
"He isn't me."
"Then who is he?"
"A fellow traveler on the same path."
"..."
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"Ten seconds left." The monster form of Teach, using the four pairs of compound eyes on its back, stared intently at the towering electric giant that pierced the clouds.
Bai Mo's upper body had already fully plunged into Mars's atmosphere. The charged particle streams from the sun above the atmosphere were disrupted by this sudden impact, beginning to crackle and strike the giant's colossal frame.
However, the impact of these charged particles couldn't compare to the regeneration speed of Bai Mo's projections, and he simply ignored them.
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"Riiiip!" Although sound couldn't travel in a vacuum, his action made everyone who witnessed it imagine the exact same sound.
He plunged his ten fingers deep into the atmosphere, then pulled his hands outwards with all his might!
The atmosphere that had enveloped Mars's surface was forcibly torn open, creating a rift nearly a thousand kilometers long.
The atmosphere, forcibly infused with kinetic energy, relentlessly pressed against everything around it, instantly conjuring a planet-wide high-altitude storm.
Mars was like an eye slowly opening its lid, and Bai Mo was the pupil staring directly at the approaching Moon!.
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