Chapter 709: Divine Wind
"Just a little longer." Wu Ming once again convinced himself. He decided to ignore the Main God Temple's warnings and persevere.
Because Bai Mo's consumption was evident; it had reached a point where it could be easily observed even without the aid of the Main God Temple.
"If it truly comes to that, I still have one last move..."
He was like a gambler whose eyes had turned bloodshot, throwing down every chip he could wager.
...
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"..."
Across most of Water Blue Star, which had fallen into a state of suspended animation, human bodies suddenly began to explode ceaselessly.
However, this clashed fiercely with the Main God's previous immortalization modifications.
The Main God's World Force had fixated the present moment of Water Blue Star's ordinary inhabitants; no matter how they were subsequently destroyed, it could restore them to this very state with a single command.
Yet, the Spirit Qi's permanent transformation of the human body directly opposed the World Force.
Thus, the pitiable people of Water Blue Star became the rope in this tug-of-war between the two forces.
Unfortunately, their bodies were not as resilient as rope, and they burst apart one after another with each back-and-forth pull.
However, the explosions were not the end; the immortal power lurking deep within their souls would instantly piece together and revive those who had exploded.
This was a true hell, a hell that would drive one to madness.
For they were all conscious, living beings, merely imprisoned.
Who could calmly accept being blown to pieces, then resurrected, only to be blown to pieces once more?
But neither side in this grueling struggle cared for the rope's feelings.
Bai Mo was lost in the profound insights of Spirit Qi's process of creation, barely noticing the rapid burning of the Spirit Energy within his body.
The all-in Wu Ming cared even less for the feelings of the world's natives in his grasp.
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Perhaps the only ones still in good spirits were most of the Reincarnators on Water Blue Star.
The Main God, as the overall commander of the campaign, was currently busy unleashing World Force to counter Bai Mo's invasion, having no time to bother with them. Thus, they weren't forced to the front lines to directly confront the Holy Progenitors, each of whom was equipped with nuclear-level power.
These elite teams might excel at covert operations, but in facing legion-level frontal combat, their lack of cooperative awareness could easily lead to being surrounded and wiped out.
Perhaps before death, they could unleash all their methods and take many enemies down with them, but what meaning would that hold?
Reincarnators were never the type to selflessly sacrifice for others; many of them also suffered from mental issues, whether minor or severe.
As long as the Holy Progenitors' army didn't actively attack, they wouldn't attack either. They would just loaf around.
...
Except for the dozen or so Reincarnators who had already reached the pinnacle of the Main God Temple, with no further progress to be made.
Without exception, they could all deeply sense the Main God's restrictions and malice towards them.
"Within the recently appeared Spirit Qi, there was information specifically left for us." He Fen Ni's four pairs of eyes rotated atop his head, concentric circles rippling within his pupils—a sign of his high-speed thought processing.
"What I received was the 'Immortal Demon Subduing Dragon Technique,' which transforms demons into Immortals." As a body-refining cultivator and the captain of the Ancient Demon Squad, Zu Ma obtained a Human Immortal path ascension technique that used innate Spirit Qi to irrigate the body and forge an immortal physique.
Previously, he had always exchanged Ancient Demon Essence Blood within the Main God Temple for his cultivation. But Zu Ma could sense that Ancient Demons themselves had a limit of six stars, or perhaps the Main God Temple only allowed exchanges for Ancient Demons up to six stars.
Even if he fully transformed into an Ancient Demon, he couldn't break through the six-star ceiling.
But what Bai Mo offered was a complete solution.
Innate Spirit Qi was ordinarily elusive, yet now it was ubiquitous. As long as one could thoroughly refine themselves with innate Spirit Qi, completely transform the Ancient Demon power within their body, and then actively trigger the Reincarnation Tribulation, succeeding in the tribulation would allow them to become an Immortal-level existence, free from the Main God's shackles.
"I received the Ten Thousand Phantoms Sutra of the Ghost Immortal path."
"Ghost Immortal?"
"That existence refers to the paths beyond Six Tiers as Immortal Dao, and based on different characteristics, the Immortal Dao is further divided into the Five Immortal Paths: Celestial, Earth, Human, Divine, and Ghost Immortals. Weren't all these things written in the appendix?"
"I never read appendices."
"..."
"They are all tailored to our primary cultivation methods. He must have seen that I am essentially a puppeteer, and this customized mech is just one of my avatars."
A stream of scorching air shot from the back of He Fen Ni's massive head, casually blowing away the surrounding coal. It seemed his rapid analysis had caused his computational core to seriously overheat.
"..."
"So what is He after?"
Casually handing out divine techniques that would cause a frenzied scramble in any world? Zu Ma couldn't believe Bai Mo would ask for nothing in return.
"Nothing. At least not for now. I simulated the Ten Thousand Phantoms Sutra he provided in my computational core twice, and found no issues."
"This is far more magnanimous than the Main God."
"There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world. Free things always come with a price, eventually."
"The Immortal Demon Subduing Dragon Technique concludes by stating that the difficulty of the Immortal Dao lies not in ascending to immortality, but in the Reincarnation Tribulation; eight or nine out of ten perish upon it. Unable to break through the 'confusion in the womb' and be reborn anew."
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"Even I'm a little tempted, seeing this." Wu Ming could see all more than a dozen Immortal Ascension techniques released by Bai Mo. If he weren't already deeply bound to the Main God, he might also have been tempted to switch his cultivation and start anew.
It's just that these seemingly wonderful paths to immortality each had less than a ten percent success rate.
Out of a hundred cultivators who trained the Ten Thousand Phantoms Sutra to Six Tiers, perhaps only two or three could ultimately achieve immortality.
Compared to the path of instantly ascending to the heavens by completely inheriting the Main God Temple's legacy, these seemed utterly unappealing.
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"Ghost!"
"God!"
"Annihilate!"
On a certain coast of Water Blue Star, a man with crimson eyebrows, white hair, and an eye patch over his left eye, his entire body emanating a vigorous aura of blood qi, impatiently began to circulate the Rakshasa Divine Wind Technique he had cultivated for years. Everything around him was almost instantly destroyed upon contact.
Rocks turned to dust, seawater rose as mist, the sky became overcast with dark clouds, and the distant ocean churned with tsunamis.
"I, Zhou Wen Tian, never imagined I'd have a chance to find a path to survival from death, before my twenty-eight-year limit!!!"
Eleven years ago, Zhou Wen Tian, then a sixteen-year-old in his rebellious 'chunibyo' phase, was tricked into entering the Main God Temple by that idiotic question about the meaning of survival.
To survive in the cutthroat world of Reincarnation, he lived frugally, actively exchanging for the Rakshasa Divine Wind Technique, which allowed one to rapidly grow stronger but cursed all its practitioners to die before the age of twenty-eight.
He had originally believed he could find a way to break the curse after becoming stronger, but everything he subsequently attempted led him from disappointment and unwillingness to final despair.
This morally bankrupt curse, upon the grand completion of the Rakshasa Divine Wind Technique six years ago, even turned his left eye into a countdown clock. Every day, every minute, every second, Zhou Wen Tian was forced to confront the relentless passage of life.
The power of a six-star pinnacle, instead, became his death knell..
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