Chapter 668: Limit
However, they did not regret their decision to remain on Earth.
Given the Four Holy Beasts' peak sixth-tier strength back then, had they joined the Federation before its departure from Earth, the Federation would have readily accepted them as esteemed council members.
In an era of interstellar colonization, one could never have too much high-end combat power.
It was simply that they had chosen to follow the supreme powerhouse.
Their innate instincts drove them to seek greater strength, and Bai Mo, who had already been unrivaled under heaven back then, could undoubtedly illuminate the path forward for the Demon Race even more.
Yes, they had completely abandoned the nauseating, human-centric designation of "mutated beasts," fully re-identifying themselves as the Demon Race.
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After the Federation's strategic shift and the Land of White's unification of the globe, various information on the internet began to be declassified, especially high-end cultivation information that had been tightly controlled before; all of it was now released.
Cultivation techniques capable of progressing from the Spirit Animation Stage all the way to Myriad Forms, spanning from the first to the seventh tier, along with Bai Mo's personal insights and extensive commentary, were symbolically sold for just seven Contribution Points in total for internal access – one point per tier.
It was precisely by relying on the materials Bai Mo had nearly freely shared that the Four Holy Beasts were able, over several decades, to successively cross the chasm from the sixth to the seventh tier and embark on the path of the Human Immortal martial arts.
Had they remained in the Federation, where the path forward was murky, even with Bai Mo's hints, they wouldn't have known how many years it would take to find the opportunity for a breakthrough.
In exchange, the Four Beasts' breakthrough experiences were naturally and completely copied by the system, serving as valuable material for Bai Mo to perfect his cultivation techniques, while also being preserved for future generations.
All cultivation techniques could only be continuously refined through successive iterations and improvements, slowly progressing towards perfection; information sharing undoubtedly could greatly accelerate this process.
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Of course, it was also ironic that a group of Demon Race members, desperately trying to erase the cultural imprints of humanity, ultimately embarked on a path named Human Immortal.
However, the martial path was indeed the most suitable path for the Demon Race.
Their physical constitution was inherently stronger than that of most humans, making their martial arts training yield twice the results with half the effort.
“Old Dragon Head, it seems someone wants to buy your blood?”
On the surface of the Sun, at the Land of White's Sun Headquarters, the four Holy Beasts, finally finding some rare free time, idly chatted amidst temperatures reaching tens of thousands of degrees.
Surrounded by an ocean of light and heat, aside from them, only plasma soldiers controlled by Earth players could move freely in such temperatures.
“A martial artist from the Federation on the other side.”
“Those Federation geezers are still rich, just throwing out a million Contribution Points. We work ourselves to death for the system for ten years and can barely save seven or eight hundred thousand at most.”
“We're just laborers working for the system, but those Federation council members? Every single one of them is a professional leek-cutter, how can we even compare?” In its words, the Azure Dragon, Bahamut, made no secret of its envy.
Although they were stronger than the vast majority of Federation council members, their annual income wasn't even a fraction of theirs; they still had to rely on "selling their blood" to pay off debts.
Each portion of this "Divine Beast Essence Blood" they separated required, on average, five years to fully recover.
“Soon, just a few more patsies buying our blood, and we'll be free in another fifty years of suffering!”
After stepping into the seventh tier, compared to the Federation's high-ranking officials, they increasingly felt that their power didn't match what they had gained, and the desire to leave Earth grew stronger day by day.
“I've learned one thing over these past few decades—there's a limit to working for others. No matter how powerful or diligent we are, the income from tasks we personally complete has its limits.
But capital doesn't.
I can own shares in a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand companies; each company can contribute profits to me, work for me, and billions of humans can earn money for me simultaneously.”
Bahamut routinely spouted its chuunibyou declarations.
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“Wake up, time to move bricks.” The White Tiger gave it a paw, reminding the other that the system had issued another task.
They were Earth's highest combat power stationed on the Sun, responsible for clearing various major troubles on the Sun and paving the way for the main force's advance.
As Earth's invasion range rapidly expanded, the number of Solar Star Spirits encountered surged, and the Four Holy Beasts' tasks became increasingly heavy.
There was even one instance when they were collectively retaliated against by a group of powerful Star Spirits, eventually forced to expend a vast amount of Contribution Points and summon a power projection of Bai Mo to escape with their lives.
Of course, every official Holy Progenitor had a wisp of their True Spirit held by the system.
Even if their external body was utterly destroyed, they could still be reborn on Earth, though nothing could be retained except their memories and self-awareness, essentially a complete account wipe and re-leveling.
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Returning to Water Blue Star.
After discussions among her various personalities, Ming Qi of the Heaven Squad decided to table the Main God-issued mission and instead engage in a transaction with Bai Mo.
Things like Dragon and Phoenix Essence Blood were naturally beyond their means to exchange for.
Compared to the Federation council members, who owned countless mining enterprises, had developed half the solar system, and were each rich enough to rival a nation, the Reincarnators, who constantly teetered on the brink of life and death, were as poor as little brothers.
Every exchange after a mission had to be meticulously calculated for maximum utility, enhancing their survival capabilities; under no circumstances could they die with a pile of points left over.
However, Reincarnators also had their unique advantage: they possessed a certain amount of resources and knowledge from different worlds.
“These are evolution crystals from an apocalyptic world, these are energy bars from a mech world...” Ming Qi Ling took one of the Spatial Rings from Ming Qi and rummaged through it, pulling out a large pile of various miscellaneous items. Ra|N0BЕ]s
“Very well.” Bai Mo took each of these small items one by one. “Each item will count as five hundred points for you.”
“...” They once again experienced the exorbitant profits of inter-dimensional trade.
These items were practically worthless in the Main God Temple; the value of Contribution Points to the Main God's points was roughly one to two. The C-grade evolution crystal from the apocalyptic world she'd presented would only be worth about thirty to fifty Contribution Points when converted.
However, their respective levels were different, and so were their perceptions of an item's value; at his level, even an S-grade evolution crystal was merely candy.
What he truly desired were the spatial layer coordinates of the planes behind those evolution crystals.
An entire world, an entire planet—only such things could be considered prey equivalent to a True Immortal.
Immortals were all hunters of planets and civilizations at their apex.
“Do you have any cultivation techniques?” Bai Mo then asked.
“We do, but...”
“I'm sorry, these are our legacies; we cannot sell them.” The petite Ming Qi Ling quickly clamped her hand over the female warrior Ming Qi's mouth, answering Bai Mo's question for her.
She absolutely could not reveal that their team was currently in a controlled state, utterly without freedom, or the atmosphere of equality (as they perceived it), which they had so painstakingly cultivated, would be completely shattered.
A shrewd negotiating party would surely seize upon this point to drive down the price.
Unfortunately, they had met Bai Mo.
He always quoted prices at random.
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