Chapter 685: New Sun
Four colossal beings blocked the other end of the fiery path, hovering less than a thousand kilometers from Bai Mo.
For such existences, a thousand kilometers was as good as face-to-face.
It was difficult to describe their appearance, because these four strongest Solar Star Spirits were simply constantly shifting masses of plasma.
And most lethally, their "bodies" were constantly emitting light bright enough to blind dogs.
No mortal eye could directly gaze upon these spirits born from the sun.
Nor did they rely on optical vision.
For this was deep within the Sun.
A world of only light and heat.
The endless light all around rendered vision, which relies on differences in reflected light to observe the world, utterly meaningless. Everywhere was light, with no differences whatsoever. Everything was white, no different from everything being black. One simply couldn't see anything.
Compared to the four Solar Star Spirits, each with a diameter exceeding two thousand kilometers, standing before him, Bai Mo, who still retained his normal human form, was so minuscule as to be practically negligible.
However, whether it was the four leading Star Spirits or the endless cannon fodder troops behind them, they could all clearly sense that ahead was an unprecedented evil life form capable of annihilating their entire race.
Neither side exchanged pleasantries nor did they communicate.
Interstellar xenocidal war had no need for such things.
Killing was all that mattered.
"Great Darkness Heaven — Holy Progenitor."
Bai Mo's body trembled. A vast number of black patterns began to appear all over him, spreading at a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye. In a flash, his body turned completely black.
The blackness wasn't content to be confined to his body. It quickly transformed into twelve wings, extending beyond Bai Mo's form.
At this moment, Bai Mo looked like a dark angel.
...
After the Dark Wings broke through their limits, they continued to grow madly outwards, directly piercing into the depths of the Sun.
In just a few seconds, centered around Bai Mo, a dark region exceeding eight hundred kilometers in diameter unfurled, bearing down directly on the opposing Star Spirit army.
In the ocean of light, a sudden darkness was born.
"Fear."
"Doubt."
"Worry."
"Excitement."
Bai Mo saw the varied thoughts of most of the Solar Star Spirits before him. Every single one of their thoughts was exposed in his mind.
There were no transmigrators on the Sun. The Solar Civilization, evolving purely by natural means, developed extremely slowly; it was even slower than Mars decades ago.
Their language system was so simple that Bai Mo only took a second to learn the Star Spirits' method of communication by reading the thoughts of the lower-tier Star Spirits.
"Charge!"
The four great Star Spirits' command was just one word.
This was the only tactic they had devised during their racial civil wars.
The interior of the Sun was different from Earth. Within the Sun, there were no towering mountains or treacherous terrain; every Star Spirit could freely roam up, down, forward, backward, left, and right within the ocean of light and heat. Thus, defense offered no advantage whatsoever.
And for them, lacking fixed bodies and capable of arbitrary shapeshifting, ordinary physical attacks were unlikely to have any effect.
Charge forward, devour each other; the one who survived was the victor.
...
"They are still too slow."
It took nearly fifty years for the Holy Progenitors to occupy a third of the Sun. Bai Mo was somewhat dissatisfied with this speed, so he decided to act personally.
Another reason, of course, was his discovery from various clues that the Main God Temple seemed to have directly extended its hand to the Sun, intending to ally with the Star Spirits to deal with him.
He could deduce the Main God Temple's location, and naturally, the Main God Temple could also deduce the location of Bai Mo's true body.
...
Light and darkness collided.
There was no sound, not even a struggle. The darkness overwhelmingly eclipsed the brilliance of the Solar Star Spirit army.
Countless low-tier Star Spirits, driven by the high-tier Star Spirits, suicidally charged into the tide of darkness and were instantly devoured by it.
They used their lives to nullify all attacks.
This was precisely why, before, the Four Holy Beasts had been forced into continuous retreat by the Solar Star Spirits.
Even the Holy Progenitors' occupation defense lines could not directly face the onslaught of the Star Spirits' suicidal ocean.
However, doing so incurred immense losses. Under normal circumstances, high-tier Star Spirits would not be willing to waste cannon fodder in such a manner.
Their tactic was also very simple. The four highest-tier Star Spirits knew clearly that they were not Bai Mo's match, so they should adopt the most reliable method: using cannon fodder to weaken the enemy to the greatest extent.
If they could conveniently pile enough bodies to kill their opponent, that would be even better.
As for the losses, in the face of a threat to their lives, they were simply not an issue.
Anyway, as long as the Sun remained, low-tier Star Spirits were like weeds; they would always grow back endlessly given enough time.
"Do those four have a way to escape Daoization?"
The strength of the several leading Star Spirits was completely transparent to Bai Mo. Without their home-field advantage, these purely talent-based entities could at best fight a one-tribulation cultivator to a draw. Converted to combat power levels, they were between Level 72 and 73, belonging to the early Seventh-Tier.
But these were the statistics in space.
When located in the Sun's home ground, the Star Spirits' home-field advantage was simply insane. With the power of heaven and earth acting in concert, the four Star Spirits, possessing near-infinite energy, each had combat power approaching the Eighth-Tier, not to mention the continuous stream of cannon fodder assisting them.
Daoization was the issue Bai Mo was most concerned about.
Through his repeated tests, he discovered that this universe, or more accurately, this universe under spiritless rules, was extremely unfriendly to living beings above the Seventh-Tier.
Whether it was the Heavenly Emperor of the Manghuang Realm, the Four Holy Beasts of the Land of White, or the several great Immortals of the Federation, all of them would be targeted by Daoization.
The former had already passed away.
The Four Holy Beasts and the Federation's Immortals had all ascended to immortality by taking the path to immortality provided by Bai Mo, and constructed their own True Spirit Barriers, temporarily preventing the erosion of Daoization.
So how did the Star Spirits, who hadn't received his legacy, manage to avoid Daoization?
He only wanted to know the answer to this question.
"Gate of the Heavenly Kingdom"
A grand gate leading to the Nine Netherworlds slowly opened before Bai Mo. Terrifying gravitational force emerged from within it.
The tide of darkness, formed by the Great Darkness Heaven, began to funnel all the Star Spirits, originally serving as cannon fodder, to the Nine Netherworlds on the other side of the Gate of the Heavenly Kingdom.
Every second, countless low-tier Star Spirits were dragged into the grinding mill of life and death within the Nine Netherworlds' Wheel of Fate Realm.
Their elemental life forms' outer shells would be completely crushed into fragments by the grinding mill, then transform into a pure soul body to be cast into the Soul Realm.
Since the opponent wanted to use a cannon fodder tactic, then he would make all their cannon fodder reincarnate into his own people.
Of course, Bai Mo opening the Gate of the Heavenly Kingdom in the heart of the Sun wasn't just about devouring some souls. His appetite was for the entire Sun.
Compared to the Sun, which accounted for ninety-nine point seven percent of the solar system's mass, the other planets left for the Federation were merely small desserts.
Rather than building some Dyson Sphere, he was more accustomed to becoming the new Sun himself.
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