Chapter 733: Error
"Wait, what is the name of this technique of yours?" Xu Xuan Ling asked with utmost gravity, as if suddenly recalling something of crucial importance.
"'Soul Entrapment Dream.' Is there a problem?" Bai Mo asked, a hint of stirring in his gaze.
It was highly unusual; with the information processing capabilities of a seventh-stage Immortal, it was almost impossible for a situation to arise where they needed to ask a second time.
"It's nothing. It seems I was overthinking it," she replied.
She was greatly relieved that she was currently still in her faceless state; otherwise, any unsettling shift in her expression would surely have been noticed.
"My memory couldn't be wrong... what he clearly said in his final moments was 'Primal Dream.' How did the name change after I woke up? His memory couldn't be wrong either. Could it be...?" Xu Xuan Ling thought of an utterly horrifying possibility.
"Doubt, and a trace of panic. What exactly did she discover?"
Although Xu Xuan Ling had no face, Bai Mo could still perceive certain emotional shifts in her through his emotion-sensing vision. Unfortunately, she wasn't a low-level cultivator whose thoughts could be directly read, so there was no way of knowing what she was specifically thinking.
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"Those Reincarnators?"
"Precisely."
Xu Xuan Ling keenly perceived that Bai Mo held a special sentiment for this cube that the Main God Temple had transformed into and was bound to take possession of it. Therefore, the Reincarnators originally inside would most likely not be allowed to remain.
Those who could survive such a brutal Gu-raising contest, having undergone countless trials between life and death, naturally possessed far stronger temperaments and mental fortitude than ordinary people. She wanted to bring all of them under her command to supplement her own forces.
There's always a 'jianghu' wherever people gather; even Xu Xuan Ling, a seventh-stage Sunlit Senator, could not escape the conflicts and clashes between various factions.
As an outsider originating from the Manghuang Realm, her foundation within the Federation was far weaker than that of the native-born Sunlit Senators. She could only acquire fresh blood for her forces through various unconventional means.
Prisoners of war, transmigrators, and aliens were all within Xu Xuan Ling's acceptable range; after all, she herself was a transmigrator and an alien in essence.
The Federation's concept of aliens differed slightly from the traditional understanding of the term. It generally referred to humans from other planes of existence discovered by high-level cultivators—such as the human race of the Manghuang Realm—rather than the bizarre, monstrous creatures from other planets in the main world.
The Human Federation was ultimately human-centric; anything that didn't look human had no human rights.
Ever since they obtained the coordinates of planes beyond the main world, the Federation, just like the Land of White, began to plunder and conquer these planar worlds.
It was just that their strategy was relatively conservative; they were only slowly infiltrating and gaining control, carrying out organized reconnaissance activities. Only in worlds they were already very familiar with, like the Manghuang Realm, would they engage in large-scale exchanges.
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"If you need them, take them all. Including him." Bai Mo said, gesturing to Wu Ming, who had fallen into a dream and was still slumbering, along with the other Reincarnators similarly suspended in mid-air with their eyes closed.
"If you don't silence them, aren't you worried about 'thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river'?" Xu Xuan Ling couldn't help but chuckle softly.
If one merely heard this alluring laughter, some might even be tempted to harbor improper thoughts. But if they saw this laughter emanating from a face devoid of eyes, ears, nose, or mouth, then all daring thoughts would instantly vanish without a trace in primal fear.
Having once battled demonic entities for hundreds of years in the Manghuang Realm, and having even been the leader of a family assassin organization, she was never a benevolent person. Killing to silence, eradicating all traces, and even grinding bones to ash ten times over were all perfectly normal operations for her, absolutely without the slightest psychological burden.
"In this life of mine, there are billions who hate me. If I were to eradicate every single one of them, I'm afraid the Federation would be emptied by my hand," Bai Mo responded.
What Xu Xuan Ling saw in his eyes was indifference, nonchalance, or rather, sheer pride—an arrogance that completely dismissed any worry of anyone ever catching up to him.
But in her view, this was quite a normal expression. Even though Xu Xuan Ling had entered the Immortal stage many years ago, she considered herself nothing more than a firefly compared to the bright moon when compared to him.
At most, she could sweep across the surface, cleanse the entire globe, and scrape the earth three feet deep. Bai Mo, however, directly grasped stars and seized moons, viewing planets as mere playthings. At least the entire Federation, combined, was temporarily unable to deal with him when he dispatched his true body.
"Still not getting up?" No sooner had he finished speaking than he suddenly looked at the Reincarnators who were deep in slumber.
There was no reaction.
"Since you won't get up, then sleep forever." With a casual wave of his hand, a streak of silver light shot out from the back of his hand, sweeping towards the position of a certain Reincarnator.
Only that streak of light flew very, very slowly, so slowly that even an ordinary person would have a great chance of dodging it. It didn't seem like a normal attack at all.
However, for Wu Ren Xing, who was struggling to feign sleep, this presented an extremely difficult choice.
If he chose not to dodge and allowed that light to sweep over him, it would definitely be a dead end. But if he actively dodged, he would expose the fact that he was feigning sleep.
Facing these two Immortals before him, if he revealed that he had woken up early, his life and death would be entirely in their hands.
"Mercy, great hero! This humble one truly didn't intend to eavesdrop on the two of you...!" After a fierce internal struggle, he ultimately chose to dodge first.
Who knew, perhaps he could even talk his way out of it, bamboozling the two individuals before him?
As a low-level Reincarnator, cowering was absolutely not a shameful thing, but rather an essential skill.
For newcomers to the Main God Temple, every mission world would feature a plethora of NPCs they simply couldn't defeat, as well as "protagonists" with heaven-defying Qi Luck and abnormally fast leveling speeds. Compared to advanced players who would cleverly defeat them and seize their protagonist's aura, the groveling strategy was the true path to survival for weaker Reincarnators.
Due to their knowledge of the plot, they could often clearly discern the protagonist's personality.
As long as the protagonist wasn't a calamitous loner, but rather the kind where the leader eats meat and the followers get soup, where the followers wouldn't abandon the protagonist and the protagonist wouldn't abandon them, and where the protagonist's group would safely level up all the way, a considerable portion of low-level Reincarnators would choose to cling to the protagonist's thigh instead of opposing them.
"Let me see what wondrous artifact allowed him to awaken early from the dream." Xu Xuan Ling took a single step, covering a hundred meters, appearing directly before Wu Ren Xing.
She extended her hand and, guided by instinct, plunged her five fingers directly towards the other party's chest, without the slightest concern for the life or death of this ant carrying a wondrous artifact once she had extracted what she wanted.
Her fingers, like white jade, were like the sharpest blades; even before touching Wu Ren Xing's chest, they had already caused faint traces of blood to appear on his skin.
"No need to look for it. That's a lost corner of the Main God Temple," Bai Mo said, loosening his grip on the cube in his hand and revealing a small, conspicuously empty square on one of its faces.
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