Mythological origins

Bai Mo walked on the air, stepping up the air stairs one by one.

Second floor.

Third floor.

Fourth floor.

…

Completely ignoring the ceilings of each floor.

As if everything in front of him was an illusion.

“What are you doing?” Yun Jie moved to Bai Mo’s side in an instant, watching his movements with a little curiosity.

This stair climbing action is very standard, but for them who can teleport at will within a certain range, it actually has no meaning.

If you want to go somewhere, just think about it.

Wherever the mind reaches, you can reach it in the next moment.

“I’m thinking about something.”

“?”

“What exactly is a person?” Bai Mo asked back in a very jumpy way.

"Biologically speaking, we no longer have any similar body structure to the traditional 'humans'. Even if we do, it is just like now, imitating by memory, meaningless behavior."

"..."

"Indeed, I have hardly walked on my feet in these years. I either float or teleport directly. I have almost forgotten the walking habits I developed since childhood." Yun Jie grew a hand from his back and scratched his head.

At this moment, he did not realize that there was anything wrong with him.

"Ah! I am used to doing it in one step again!"

Yun Jie suddenly realized.

When a normal person scratches his head, he will stretch his hand back to scratch his forehead.

When he had the idea of ​​scratching his head in his consciousness and issued a command to his body, he directly "grew" a hand that was automatically touching his forehead.

Because for Wanxiang Tianxian, this is a more convenient way.

All the boxing, swordsmanship, and martial arts designed for the normal human body structure are meaningless to Tianxian.

When needed, they can extend four hands, forty hands, four hundred hands at any time and anywhere...

...

As time passed, hundreds of years passed, and the initial identity doubts about "what is a human being", "what am I", and "are they still my kind" gradually spread to the entire group of high-level monks in the empire.

They had to work hard to provide an answer that could convince themselves for this question.

The first generation of monks experienced the era when everyone was a mortal when they were young, and their sense of identity was still stronger.

But their descendants, as well as the new monks who emerged later, have lived in the circle of extraordinary people since birth, and have no contact with ordinary people on a daily basis.

In some families of imperial nobles, even servants must be at least at the third level, otherwise they can't withstand the energy radiation of high-level monks for many years.

For their own safety, ordinary people will never come into contact with high-level extraordinary people.

First, there is radiation, and if you don't wear protective clothing when you get close, you may get injured.

Second, the power of high-level monks is too strong, and there is a chance that they will blow themselves to death with a breath.

Yun Jie's proposal for the monks to "transform into mortals" is an attempt to bridge this gap.

Unfortunately, the effect is just that.

For many years, the extraordinary people who have been high above the clouds have found it increasingly difficult to empathize with the common people on the ground, because there is no opportunity to communicate at all.

In order to prevent the empire from falling apart due to the loss of identity, a set of theories called "perfect people" was woven out with difficulty.

The "perfect people" theory claims that both extraordinary people and ordinary people are just humans climbing to the top of the "perfect people" - perfect people.

It's nothing more than that extraordinary people climb higher and ordinary people climb lower.

But everyone is still the same kind.     This is the most core point.

Everyone is born as a human being.

...

"How much do you know about the road to earthly immortals?" Bai Mo put away his fantastic ideas and changed the topic again.

"Earthly immortals? As far as I know, only the Blood Alliance is researching in the empire, but it should not have succeeded yet." Yun Jie responded immediately.

He has been running the empire for hundreds of years, and is also the boss behind the empire's largest intelligence company. He has a deep understanding of all kinds of secret information, including the research directions and research results of the true immortals.

Even the top secrets in the true immortal laboratory can often be heard.

"..."

Ye Zi on the side continued to remain silent.

She has been trapped in the small world for hundreds of years, and is very out of touch with the current situation of the empire. Now she is still catching up on history, and she really can't say anything.

"To prove the way of earth immortals, you need to establish your own civilization system and grab enough civilization light from the system to have a chance to succeed.

As for the civilization system, it can be pure technology, cultivation civilization, or a mixture of them..."

"Civilization light?" Yun Jie was a little confused, "Ye Dexian and others seem to be taking a different route."

When Bai Mo preached, his description of the earth immortal was very brief, and he only roughly mentioned the direction.

For hundreds of years, everyone has to explore the truly feasible route by themselves.

"Wait, the empire is not yours..."

"The White Land is."

"..."

"I've also seen Ye Dexian's plan, it has a heavy Shinto component."

"His idea is to replace himself with an innate divine beast, use his own bloodline, build a bloodline sorcerer system, and as the source of the system, constantly obtain the resources to climb to a higher level from the spread of bloodline descendants."

"The final result is more likely to be some kind of bloodline spirit, like the Dragon God, or the mother of all insects, the mother of all snakes, etc."

Speaking of this, Bai Mo quietly opened a sealing barrier.

This is equivalent to creating a stagnant copy of everything in this area.

The range roughly includes the entire Taoist building.

In the entire sealed area, except for the three of them, everyone else seemed to be frozen in time.

After confirming that the seal was completed, Bai Mo began to take off the purple dragon pattern rings on his hands one by one.

Every time he took off one, the stagnant space in the seal vibrated once.

Each vibration was stronger than the last.

Until he took off the seventh ring, this space had become shaky, and other things had already fallen into pieces.

The building turned into ruins.

The sky was dark.

Even the little sister who had just been strengthened by Bai Mo had been cut into several pieces by the space cracks.

Ye Zi and Yun Jie looked at Bai Mo solemnly.

They naturally knew the restraint ring.

However, the two of them did not expect that when Bai Mo still had three rings left, he would tear this space into pieces with the gravitational storm brought by his own restraining mass.

"There is no way. In a sense, the light of civilization is something very dangerous and can only be observed in an independent space."

Under the vision of divine thoughts, Yun Jie saw Bai Mo cut a hole from his heart with his hand and grabbed a ball of light whose color was difficult to describe.

The moment the ball of light appeared, everything in the surrounding space seemed to be stained with that indescribable color...