Chapter 775: Huafanxing
They actually knew full well that if Bai Mo truly desired such a position, even without offering the so-called Imperial Seal in exchange, simply showing his face and relying on his prestige would be enough—who would dare refuse him that? Asking this question was merely a formality.
“This vote goes to the Mundane Empire.”
“Are you really going to do this?” Ji Er Ke Fu asked, somewhat perplexed.
Others were equally puzzled, even Ramdo himself. This was because the Mundane Empire's backers were precisely the True Cultivator Faction, led by Ramdo. They believed that Immortals and mortals were distinct, and cultivators should separate themselves from mortal society, maintaining their own spheres without mutual disturbance. Everyone knew that Ramdo and Bai Mo's relationship was extremely poor, almost to the point of being mortal enemies. By all rights, Bai Mo should never have handed this vote over to him.
“He merely hates me; I don't hate him.”
...
As soon as Bai Mo uttered those words, they felt a hint of disbelief. For as long as anyone in the Federation still knew of his existence, Bai Mo had always been perceived as a cold and ruthless figure. He would stop at nothing to achieve his goals. He was either digging pits for others or on his way to dig more. For a moment, everyone suddenly found Bai Mo displaying a touch of saintliness, seemingly able to forgive such an enemy.
But in an instant, they understood the true meaning of Bai Mo's words.
“It's always been him unilaterally beating others; he's never actually been beaten himself.”
“You...” Ramdo was furious, yet he didn't know what to say to salvage this awkward moment. The great enemy in his eyes had, from beginning to end, never even considered him an opponent.
“Since you haven't harmed me, nor caused me any losses, why would I be hostile towards you?” Bai Mo added, twisting the knife.
“On the contrary, I rather appreciate your talent. You are the most gifted person I've ever seen in Divine Path cultivation.”
...
Bai Mo's words left Ramdo utterly speechless. The others, too, fell into contemplation. It wasn't about Ramdo; as "refugees" forcibly driven from Earth by Bai Mo, they all harbored more or less hostility towards this tyrant. Yet, seeing this today, they realized that they, who had been unilaterally brutalized, didn't even qualify as enemies.
Of course, some also breathed a sigh of relief.
“This is the Elector Scepter I'm leaving for the Mundane Empire.” Bai Mo paid no mind to their thoughts, placing his left hand on his right shoulder and gently “detaching” his right arm.
Where his detached right arm had been, there wasn't a trace of blood at the severed joint, only faint blue electric light flickering. Or perhaps “severed joint” wasn't entirely accurate, as the separation was perfectly smooth, bearing no resemblance to something that had been attached to a body mere seconds before.
The detached right arm seemed to possess a life of its own; its five fingers began to clench and stretch, slowly forming into a sword tip. The forearm also elongated, transforming into something inhuman, while the upper arm contracted inward, quickly becoming the hilt. In less than two seconds, the right arm that had detached from Bai Mo had completely transformed into a gleaming sword.
Bai Mo grasped the sword with his left hand and casually swung it twice, paying no mind to the empty sleeve on his right side.
“Let's call it the Cold Light Fluctuation Sword then.”
Facing this scene, which would appear utterly bizarre to an ordinary person, Ji Er Ke Fu and the others found nothing amiss. For cultivators who had reached the True Immortal stage, losing a hand or a leg was akin to a common person losing a strand of hair, let alone this being merely a projection losing an arm. Furthermore, merely being short a hand didn't affect a True Immortal's combat prowess in the slightest. Even the Human Immortals of the Martial Path, who were most accustomed to physical attacks, could instantly grow eight arms and four legs at a whim, creating an eight-armed Arhat. Ordinary martial arts, designed for normal human anatomy, held no meaning for beings who could sprout ten or eight arms at any moment. Two fists are no match for four hands, let alone eight, or sixteen.
“Give it to him.” With a thought, the Cold Light Fluctuation Sword, lightly held in Bai Mo's left hand, transformed into a ripple and vanished, only to reappear beside Ramdo.
“A sword with no attack trajectory?” Ramdo reached out and grasped the Cold Light Fluctuation Sword. After a few seconds of adjustment, he had once again brought his emotions completely under control. No matter how much frustration and regret he felt, it was meaningless now; it would only interfere with crucial decisions.
When the Cold Light Fluctuation Sword moved, it would approach at ultra-high speed in a wave-like form, then re-materialize, appearing at its opponent's least defended position. Cultivators below the True Immortal stage had virtually no chance of blocking it. Only Immortal-level existences, capable of constantly changing their bodily forms, could, with their myriad transformations, completely fend off attacks from every direction launched by the Cold Light Fluctuation Sword.
Since the Mundane Empire was a force controlled by Ramdo from behind the scenes, Bai Mo tossed the sword to him, letting him deliver it to the appropriate person.
“Let's give the mortals a world, then. We'll call it the Star of Mortal Transformation.” Bai Mo once again entered his casual naming mode.
“I will provide them with twenty Great Thousand Flagships,” Ji Er Ke Fu stated. “Each of you can arrange for some personnel; twenty should be enough.”
Upon hearing the words “Star of Mortal Transformation,” Yun Jie recalled their conversation in the cafe. They had suggested that every cultivator aspiring to reach the five-tier should, at some point, temporarily seal their spirit energy and experience the “mortal transformation” life of an ordinary person.
“From this day forward, the Star of Mortal Transformation shall forbid the display of superhuman powers and be treated as a mortal transformation zone for cultivators,” Yun Jie added.
According to Ji Er Ke Fu's recent plan, though called a “Star,” the Star of Mortal Transformation would in essence be a world formed by the combined internal spaces of twenty Great Thousand Flagships, with an area roughly equivalent to ten Earths. As for the Mundane Empire, it would only be one of the factions within it, temporarily wielding the Cold Light Fluctuation Sword, which represented the mortal Elector's vote. In the future, should other mortal factions grow powerful, this Elector qualification would also have a chance to change hands.
The Lunar Formless Sword.
The Crimson Blood Profound Light Sword.
The Vast Heaven Thunderfire Sword.
The Cosmos Creation Sword.
The Nether Domain Night Emperor Sword.
The Sky River Inverted Sword.
After Bai Mo's Cold Light Fluctuation Sword came into being, the swords representing the other six Elector factions also appeared one after another. They had already negotiated how to allocate these remaining six Elector positions. Everyone knew Bai Mo's technique of transforming a hand into a sword; in the blink of an eye, the other swords were all produced. After all, these were symbols of power to be placed at the core of their respective factions, and only by forging them with their own hands could they ensure there were no hidden tricks or complications within.
“So then, who will be the first Emperor?” With the right hand that had just regrown, Bai Mo lightly plucked off his own head, casually molding it into an imperial crown.
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