Chapter 767: The Voice of the Sun
"Have you taken that step?"
Under Bai Mo's subtle hints, they even suspected that he had already reached the ninth tier, which allowed him to make such detailed descriptions.
"If I were at the ninth tier, did you think reaching this point would let you escape my grasp? A mere distance of ten thousand astronomical units offers little security in front of a ninth-tier existence," Bai Mo threatened, half-jokingly.
"I never thought you'd smile," Yun Jie said, his relationship with Bai Mo being relatively the best among them.
"Indeed, a smile is a luxury," Bai Mo replied. After briefly displaying human emotion, he reverted to his usual cold demeanor, as if that tiny smile had already exhausted the emotions he had accumulated over many days.
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"The Solar Star Lord: wherever light reaches, so too does power. As far as starlight can project, so far can the Star Lord's power extend. Starlight is my psionic power, my hand, my eye." Soon, Bai Mo steered the conversation back to the topic of Star Lords.
"Wherever light reaches, so too does power?"
"Astronomical telescopes can still receive light from celestial bodies billions of light-years away. Does that mean your power, Solar Star Lord, can affect things tens of thousands of light-years away?" At this point, everyone seemed to implicitly accept that Bai Mo was refining the Sun and was a probationary Solar Star Lord.
"True Sun Star Lord?"
"I've named the eighth-tier planet-level Star Lords as Profound Star Lords, and the ninth-tier star-level Star Lords as True Sun Star Lords. You can also refer to the former as Profound Lords, and the latter as True Lords."
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"Good thing he's not bad at naming things... Profound Star Lord, True Sun Star Lord, they sound alright," Xuanwu muttered to himself.
"Doesn't that mean that from the day one ascends to True Sun Star Lord, the range of one's power projection will expand infinitely outward with starlight, at the speed of light?!"
"If my derivation model is correct, then yes."
"So, if you don't want to be caught by me, I hope you can escape faster than light."
"Impossible! Even if your power could reach tens of light-years away, it would have long since decayed beyond recognition!"
Everyone simultaneously looked towards the Sun.
From this distant vantage point, the sunlight emitted from ten thousand astronomical units away was no longer dazzling; in fact, when it fell upon them, they couldn't feel even a trace of warmth.
Yet, somehow, this faint light still made them feel a prickling sensation on their backs.
Under Bai Mo's words, the Sun, which once symbolized vitality and hope, felt utterly alien at this moment.
"I see you." As they felt the sunlight from the extreme distance fall upon them, this very sentence suddenly appeared in their minds.
The crowd exchanged glances.
Logically, having reached the True Immortal cultivation stage, it should be impossible for them to experience hallucinations.
"That was no illusion," the Bai Mo before them stated.
"Electromagnetic waves can transmit information, and light is a form of electromagnetic wave. What you just heard was the voice of the sunlight."
...
The content Bai Mo spoke of today shocked them again and again.
They had never imagined he would turn the Sun into a broadcasting station.
"Don't worry, I'm still quite far from the realm of a True Sun Star Lord. This is merely a simulated trace of power."
Bai Mo's "don't worry", no matter how one looked at it, didn't seem likely to genuinely reassure anyone.
"Next is the second simulated trace of power."
"The deceased, resurrect."
Accompanying Bai Mo's declaration, a mysterious and profound wave swept across the ruined space battlefield.
The bloody battle between Ramdo and Ying Huo earlier was merely a few probing rounds, yet it had already resulted in over two hundred thousand deaths. Among the piled bones, more than a hundred thousand were mercenaries he had hired and brought over.
One General's Success is Built on Ten Thousand Bleached Bones.
This battle hadn't even concluded; one could even say it was just a warm-up.
The vast majority of the deceased mercenaries were ordinary people from impoverished backgrounds. To gamble on a slim future, they resolutely embarked on this path of staking their lives.
After all, if one lacked aptitude and still wished to cultivate against the heavens to change their destiny, simply purchasing the cheapest Xuanji Fruit would require nearly five hundred thousand Federation Dollars.
At the Federation's average income level, an ordinary person would need to work fifteen to twenty years to save that amount of money. Without support from the previous generation, relying solely on one's own efforts would mean that by the time they saved the money, they would have long passed the optimal period for cultivation.
Compared to the fortunate ones with good aptitudes, they were already twenty years behind at the starting line. Even though the average lifespan of Federation citizens had reached 150 years, and the retirement age was extended to 100, they would still spend their entire lives unable to see the backs of those who started ahead.
However, if they were willing to serve as pawns for two True Immortals, fighting just one such battle would earn them compensation equivalent to many years of effort.
Five hundred thousand in "life-buying money" per person, plus a set of the current standard model power armor.
The True Immortals, rich enough to rival nations, still invested a considerable amount of capital into this battle. Of course, compared to their individual assets, which surpassed one hundred trillion, this was still just the tip of the iceberg.
After all, the Federation's actual population exceeded a trillion. In a needle-tipped society formed by a trillion people, it was not uncommon for ten to twenty ultimate magnates with hundred-trillion-level assets to emerge.
However, the two True Immortals who hired these low-level soldiers clearly didn't treat these cannon fodder as human, wantonly wasting their lives. In meaningless probes, they were turned into bursts of unbrilliant space fireworks.
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The four words, "The deceased, resurrect," were uttered, and it was as if time began to flow backward. Destroyed airships reassembled themselves from fragments, and corpses incinerated by high-energy lasers also reformed, barely recovering their human shape.
Like a scourge of the undead, thousands upon thousands of these pieced-together figures stood up, trembling.
With a faint *poof*, emerald soul flames blossomed within their hollow skulls.
Immediately after, their bodies, which had just barely resembled humans, began to contract inward, and before long, they collapsed into skeletal forms.
In the void, a familiar gate suddenly appeared.
"Is this the gate I just summoned?" Ying Huo recognized it at a glance; this was the Bone Gate he had summoned earlier when calling upon Xiao Chou.
Behind the gate lay an alternate world called the Boneyard Realm. It was home to many undead creatures, the most famous among them, naturally, being Xiao Chou, the Undying Lord. Legend had it that he was the administrator of all living beings within the entire Boneyard Realm. Furthermore, it was said that the Boneyard Realm was connected to an even more mysterious world, the Soul Realm.
As for the Soul Realm, it was rumored to be the final destination for all deceased beings, but no one present had ever truly been there to confirm the truth of the rumors.
PS: I originally said in the group chat that I'd be late, but then I found I had a bit of insomnia, so I decided to just revise it and post it.
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