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Chapter 765: Eighth Stage

"Hey, you old scoundrel, are you casting an intelligence-dulling aura on me?" Without any warning, Yu Po suddenly aimed the axe in his hand at Bai Mo, questioning him with radiating killing intent.

"'Intelligence-dulling aura'... are you referring to my mental induction?"

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"I truly never thought I'd see the day I'd be called an old scoundrel."

Bai Mo's face was devoid of emotion.

He didn't intend to refute being called an "old scoundrel." After all, as a magnate who had stood firm since the Spirit River Autumn era over a hundred years ago, he was indeed considered an old relic within the Federation.

The new generation of Federation citizens had grown up listening to their stories.

However, under the guidance of those with ulterior motives, this history had long been altered beyond recognition.

Especially in the past ten-plus years, after the Federation fleet that left the Solar System completely cut off contact with the Land of White, everything that happened back then became even more blurred and twisted.

The "intelligence-dulling aura" Yu Po mentioned referred precisely to the mental induction effect inherent to a Human Immortal.

In different hands, mental induction had different uses. Players skilled in romance would use it for PUA, salespeople would use it to push products, but in combat, it was most often used for intelligence-dulling, inducing enemies to do foolish things.

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"No, his target is me." Ramdo, looking serious, cautiously interjected into their conversation.

"Finally figured it out?"

"To use one's own methods against them—very well." Ramdo recalled how he had recently dealt with Hou Lin in exactly the same way, almost swaying him to the point of his Dao heart faltering. He hadn't expected it to be his turn so soon.

"You're not bad either, still able to wake up. It seems my martial cultivation isn't high enough." Bai Mo's words remained calm as water.

"Thank you." Despite being filled with rage, Ramdo's face was equally calm now that he had broken free from the mental induction.

"So, I was just collateral damage?" After a perplexing exchange, Yu Po finally understood what had transpired.

"Something like that."

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"I don't believe you showed yourself just for a mere mortal like him." The originally disheveled Ying Huo now put aside her animosity, turning her attention to Bai Mo.

As for Wu Ling, he was ultimately just a pawn incapable of stirring up any significant waves; dealing with him later, at any convenient time, would be fine.

But Bai Mo was different. Standing at the pinnacle of humanity, even though he was now far from the Federation and could only act through an avatar projection, his every move still required constant attention.

"He alone is indeed not worth my appearance."

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Wu Ling stared blankly at the group of big shots chatting above his head. For some reason, the hatred he had harbored for True Immortals, which had filled his heart, suddenly vanished after his rebirth.

Not only that, but he also felt nothing looking at the companion he had just risked his life to save.

"She was clearly the person I risked my life to save!"

The girl he had saved harbored the same thought.

"Why did that person save me?"

Just a few minutes ago, the two of them had been holding hands, facing a formidable enemy together, but now that feeling suddenly vanished.

"Why do people even live?"

"I'm just a thinking stone..."

"Born a stone, I'm sorry..."

Countless thoughts flashed through their minds, but without exception, all these thoughts were guiding their minds in a rather strange direction.

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"Almost killed two more." Bai Mo seemed to recall something at this moment and casually waved a palm at the two young people who were gradually turning into imbeciles, sending them flying several thousand meters away, where they landed right beside Mi La and Sai La, who were hiding in a corner.

Both of them had been unconsciously tainted by Bai Mo, and the power of Daoization had surged along with this mental contamination. A mere wisp had almost completely washed them into emotionless, senseless, unconscious imbeciles.

"My main purpose in coming here today is to expound on the Dao."

"Expound on the Dao? Why?"

"Fellow Daoist Yu, it seems my Heavenly Deduction Algorithm was correct again." A black shadow crawled out from above Yu Po's head, instantly transforming into the likeness of a Daoist.

"Celestial Immortal?" Bai Mo glanced at the newcomer and immediately recognized his identity: a Federation rogue cultivator, Celestial Immortal Luan Tianji.

However, calling him a rogue cultivator wasn't entirely accurate. He simply hadn't entered the Federation's official public service system; on his own flagship, he still commanded a vast sectarian force—the Tianji Gate.

Luan Tianji was famous for his divination and deduction abilities; his "Heavenly Deduction Algorithm" was the nightmare of countless Tianji Gate enemies.

As long as the power gap didn't exceed one stage, dealing with Tianji Gate members who had mastered the "Heavenly Deduction Algorithm" would feel extraordinarily nauseating.

No matter how they attacked, the people of Tianji Gate seemed to possess prescience, always responding with the most effortless methods.

If one couldn't win and wanted to flee, as long as they didn't escape beyond a sufficient distance, no matter where they ran, they wouldn't be able to hide for long before being deduced.

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"How did he run off from me?"

Luan Tianji's sudden appearance caused Yu Po some embarrassment, because just now, he had used the abilities of a Myriad-Aspect Celestial Immortal to transform himself into a strand of hair on Yu Po's head and move with him.

Now that Luan Tianji had left, it left a large bald patch on Yu Po's head, making him look as comical as if he had gone completely bald in the Mediterranean style.

"If I haven't miscalculated, the content of your lecture today concerns the path to the Eighth Stage," Luan Tianji spoke.

"The path to the Eighth Stage?!" Yu Po lightly flicked his beard and hair, and within moments, the bald patch on his head, caused by Luan Tianji's departure, grew lush again.

He had absolutely no interest in the so-called dispute between the True Cultivator and Xuan Cultivator factions. If not for his friend Luan Tianji's persuasion, claiming something he'd find interesting would surely appear, he wouldn't have involved himself in the Federation's civil war at all.

The words "Eighth Stage" instantly captured the attention of all True Immortals present.

A very few cultivators below the True Immortal stage, who happened to possess special abilities allowing them to perceive the situation at the center of the battlefield, also pricked up their ears.

Currently, the strongest in the Federation were merely Two-Tribulation True Immortals. According to Bai Mo's classification system, a normal True Immortal who had survived three tribulations was considered one stage, meaning one to three-tribulation Immortals belonged to the Seventh Stage, four to six-tribulation Immortals to the Eighth Stage, and seven tribulations and above belonged to the Ninth Stage.

As for himself, although he had only undergone two Reincarnation Tribulations, his actual strength was undoubtedly comparable to that of an ordinary Six-Tribulation True Immortal from his deductions.

"Information on Eighth-Stage True Immortals? I don't remember this being in our sealed memories..." Azure Dragon Bahamut communicated telepathically to the other Holy Beasts accompanying him.

Before they left, Bai Mo had personally sealed away some memories in the Four Holy Beasts' minds that pertained to confidential information within the Land of White.

Unless they could surpass the sealer, these memories would remain lost and be taken with them into their coffins.

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"First is the initial lesson: what resources are needed to enter the Eighth Stage." Bai Mo didn't explain the reason for his lecture on the Dao; instead, he went straight to the topic everyone cared about most.