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Chapter 771: Medicine Person

"..."

"The person who fled into the Nine Netherworlds was merely a tool being used."

"A tool?"

"The true creator of the Spirit Devourer virus was Gaia, who, like the Disciple of the Crimson World, fled from the Tianxuan Continent to Earth. It used that tool's hand to spread the Spirit Devourer across the world."

"It died too?"

"It died, just like the Disciple of the Crimson World. More than a hundred years ago, it committed suicide in front of me."

"..."

"Why? A hundred years ago, you shouldn't have had the ability to force a seven-stage True Immortal to commit suicide."

Everyone had witnessed the immortality of a True Immortal. If one truly didn't want to die, to forcefully kill a True Immortal would require at least ten times their power.

"On the Tianxuan Continent, there is an eight-stage being." Bai Mo didn't respond to Luan Tianji's words; instead, he shifted the topic to the Tianxuan Continent.

"We know that, but what does it have to do with them committing suicide in front of you?"

"If I'm not mistaken, that eight-stage life form, which has lived for an unknown number of years, likely sustains its own life by continuously consuming the seven-stage medicine persons it meticulously rears."

"Sustaining life, you mean?"

"To resist the erosion of consciousness by Daoization."

Hearing the words "Daoization," everyone's hearts sank.

They recalled Tu-01 on Saturn.

They predicted that Tu-01, having been eroded by Daoization, might not live for another hundred years.

If not for the information provided by Bai Mo, which included methods for constructing a True Spirit Barrier to temporarily resist the erosion of Daoization, they believed they would very likely follow in Tu-01's footsteps.

Then they thought of Bai Mo. What did he rely on to resist Daoization? Would the method to become an Immortal that he provided also treat them, the later generations, as "medicine persons"?

The more they thought, the more it made them shiver with fright.

However, on the other hand, out of inherent distrust, the crowd didn't simply copy the method to become an Immortal provided by Bai Mo. They only used it as a reference to design the method best suited for themselves.

After all, tailor-made was always the best.

If they could still be tricked by this, then there was truly nothing left to say.

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"There were three extraterrestrial life forms that escaped from the Tianxuan Continent back then. They called themselves the Disciple of the Crimson World, Gaia, and the Creator, respectively. They all grew stronger by devouring emotional energy of a specific kind."

"For instance, the Disciple of the Crimson World required the emotional energy of defiance. As long as the surrounding living beings harbored rebellious emotions, he could draw power from them to heal his severe injuries."

"Is that why it incited the Crimson World Chaos back then?"

"Exactly."

"During that chaos, its injuries healed by nearly one-fifth. According to its original plan, it would ignite social conflicts every twenty years, keeping humanity trapped in a cycle of internal strife and recovery."

"This is a plan to harvest us like crops," Hou Lin couldn't help but retort when he heard this.

...

Many who had experienced the Earth Era and were still alive remembered vividly the global chaos from over a hundred years ago.

In less than a day, the losses suffered by humanity, incited to self-slaughter by the mastermind behind the scenes, even surpassed the destruction caused by the Sea Race back then.

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As for Gaia, it claimed to be the black hand rooted in genes, manipulating destiny.

However, according to Bai Mo's conjecture, what it truly needed was an emotion akin to resignation. As long as everyone submitted to destiny's arrangements, refrained from struggling, and made no effort to change their fate, Gaia could absorb power from such emotions.

"I didn't expect him to be able to deduce the details of our cultivation technique..." At this moment, the Creator, no, Miss Fa Lei Er of Leon's family, who was observing the battle from a certain battleship, was watching the True Immortal Convention in the center using a special observation method.

After more than a hundred years of effort, the Creator, who had abandoned everything to restart on the Moon, had now recovered to the Six Tiers of power. And this speed was something she meticulously controlled, laying her foundation multiple times.

After all, she had deliberately chosen a good reincarnation, with a father at the Six Tiers of power. Although this was originally the target she intended to possess... in the end, she gave up.

Who could have imagined that his own daughter was actually a devil who, even before birth, had contemplated killing her father to prove her Dao?

And who could have imagined that his own daughter was the one who had given him his golden finger back then?

The emotional energy that Fa Lei Er's previous incarnation, the Creator, needed to absorb was actually more simple and crude: the mere act of clinging to life. It was just dressed up and packaged by her as a lofty concept like creation.

Yet, its essence remained just one of the most fundamental emotions of living beings: clinging to life.

That's why she didn't interfere with anything back then. Because the emotion of clinging to life didn't require stirring up any trouble; everyone had it. As long as she quietly lay still, her injuries could slowly recover.

As for her eventual decision to actively reincarnate, it was also dominated by this very emotion of clinging to life. Only by abandoning everything she once had could she continue to cling to life; otherwise, she would eventually become food.

The cultivation techniques they practiced fundamentally required them to acquire a large amount of specific emotions as energy to become stronger.

And these special bodies, carrying immense emotional power, were the best medicine to resist Daoization for the beings that 'reared' them.

He who devours others shall himself be devoured.

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After sending off these hundreds of thousands of space undead, the bone corridor floating in space began to fold in on itself, ceaselessly retracting into the gate like a satisfied tongue pulling back into a mouth.

That colossal bone gate, once all the "tongues" had retreated within, slowly dematerialized as well, vanishing into the void, as if nothing had ever happened.

Remains, gone.

Corpses, gone.

Everything had vanished without a trace.

The traces of hundreds of thousands of people who had once existed were erased just like that.

For over a hundred years, the Federation, which had always held an absolute advantage in external wars, had never before lost so many people in a single battle.

"These are the coordinates to the Nine Netherworlds," Bai Mo sent the coordinates to every True Immortal. "However, Immortal-stage beings entering the Nine Netherworlds will have their power suppressed below the Immortal stage..."

"The Federation's research and development into Void Dreadnoughts has entered its final stages. Once the Void Dreadnoughts go into mass production, exploration teams can be dispatched to investigate..."

Facing an unknown world, they naturally wouldn't risk their own lives. There were plenty of people in the Federation willing to bet their lives on their future; letting them go first was all that was needed.

The Void Dreadnoughts, on the other hand, were special battleships designed by Federation Immortals to simulate True Immortal power, allowing beings below the Immortal stage to traverse different spatial layers.

From the conception of the idea to the imminent completion of the prototype vessel, decades had already passed.