Mythological origins

"I'll ask them to come as well."

When things developed to this point, Yun Jie and his men realized that the three of them alone could no longer complete the next negotiations concerning the entire empire.

So more than ten minutes later, after receiving the notice, every True Immortal of the empire cast their incarnations and came to the auditorium of a hotel in the ancient country of Donghuang.

Because Farel felt that it was too strange for a group of people to chat in space, it would be more interesting to find a place to sit down and communicate while sipping tea.

From the small world of Azure Star to the endless land, this land can easily support the arrival of True Immortals after being integrated into the larger environment.

Unlike before, a True Immortal could burst it.

In this not-so-famous hotel, including more than a dozen people who returned to the empire, more than 40 monsters, each of whom was enough to easily crush the entire Azure Star civilization, began a meeting concerning the future whereabouts of trillions of people.

People within a radius of dozens of kilometers were unintentionally hypnotized when they arrived.

True Immortals do not want to show their holiness in front of ordinary people too much.

The hypnotized waiter standing by the side skillfully poured tea for everyone.

In his eyes, these were just team-building personnel from a large company staying in the hotel.

The tea was a fairy seed cultivated by Yun Jie more than a hundred years ago, and the "water" was the top-level water essence refined by the Azure Dragon Holy Beast Bahamut himself. They were all priceless treasures that ordinary people could hardly imagine.

Just by inhaling a trace of smoke when pouring tea, the hypnotized waiter, like the receptionist who had been watched by Bai Mo before, gained extraordinary power.

Clusters of knotted dragon-patterned muscles and scales emerged from his limbs, as if they were "polluted" by the Azure Dragon, assimilating him into some kind of dragon-born creature.

"Hahahahahaha... this thing is powerful, so this is how dragons are naturally lustful, and even mating is saved!" Teach drank the fairy tea in his hand in one gulp, chewed two mouthfuls of tea leaves casually, and then laughed wantonly.

After becoming an immortal, Edward Teach's image in the public eye has changed greatly. The toothless, dark, fat man has become a bronze-skinned, innocent young man, but his bad character has not changed at all.

This is also the choice of almost all high-level monks.

No one likes to look so ugly and so old. Why not change to a good-looking image without loss?

"Lei Lin, I heard that you have another child?" Following the weird topic of mating, the socially arrogant Teach asked the Gray Witch King without hesitation.

He didn't care about the fact that the other party had three True Immortals in one family.

As soon as the voice fell, all the True Immortals present turned their eyes to the three people sitting at a certain table.

The Gray Witch King, a dignified second-level True Spirit Wizard, didn't know how to respond for a while, and Christine, who was sitting next to him, was even more embarrassed.

On the contrary, Farrell looked normal and looked at his "father" thoughtfully.

The child that Teach was talking about was the first child secretly born after the Grey Witch King and Christine got married. It was also the first true descendant of a true immortal in history.

All the so-called descendants of the true immortal family before were born before their parents became immortals.

After becoming a true immortal, because the life level was too different, no one had heard of anyone who could produce offspring for hundreds of years.

The life factor of a true immortal is too corrosive for mortal life that has not yet become an immortal. It is more terrifying than corpse-dissolving water. If you touch it a little, you can dissolve the person. You don’t need to consider the rest.

…

The entire extraordinary group in the empire actually has similar problems.

The higher the life level, the more difficult it is to reproduce blood offspring, and you can only find a partner who is not much different from you, which is very limited.

So in this case, many high-level monks are more willing to cultivate ideological offspring, that is, their own apprentices.

After all, apprentices are easy to recruit. As long as you want, countless people are willing to be willing to be, and there is no shortage of good qualifications.

It saves trouble and worry. After hundreds of years of thinking, whether the child is a blood descendant or not is no longer important to the high-level monks who live long and have long vision.

Anyway, even if they are lucky enough to give birth to one, in terms of life span, there is a high probability that the child will not live longer than themselves.

Every extraordinary person above the fifth level is the crystallization of opportunity and blood and sweat, and the path is difficult to replicate.

Among the trillions of people in the empire, there are only 500,000 fifth-level people.

Facing a child who is almost destined to die before oneself, it is more annoying to watch him die.

It is better not to give birth.

Who will see whom off?

It is better to cast a wide net, recruit more disciples, and gamble on the extremely low probability that the disciple will be better than the master.

Of course, the guys in the Blood Alliance don’t think so.

They are staunch supporters of the blood descendant faction.

Most of the demon races still find it difficult to accept the idea that the descendants are better.

...

"Yes."

Looking at Titch's nasty smile, Leylin wanted to punch him and knock out his good tooth, but he calmed down immediately.

Because this guy who disappeared for hundreds of years was too deep and unfathomable.

When he was still on Earth, before he became a true spirit wizard, Edward Titch's notoriety had spread throughout the world.

Cruel, bloodthirsty, unpredictable, offended countless people, but still alive and well.

"Then we have to congratulate the Gray Witch King. This is just a small gift, not a sign of respect." Ye Dexian, who was a few tables away, suddenly interrupted with his eyes shining.

He looked at the Gray Witch King and his wife with eager eyes, and gave them a generous gift.

"..."

"We were still targeted by those bloodline lunatics." Lei Lin, who received the gift, privately sent a message to Christine.

"They have been studying for hundreds of years without any results, but we succeeded first. It is normal to have such a reaction." Although she noticed Ye Dexian's greedy eyes, Christine didn't seem to be too nervous about the child in her words.

"Especially the pervert Ye Dexian, in order to breed the bloodline offspring of the True Immortals, he actually traded with the Mother of All Insects in exchange for a mother insect, spent two hundred years to cultivate her to the seventh level, and then studied various methods every month..."

The two of them also chatted about some quite explosive gossip without changing their expressions.

"Then I'll give him a small gift too."

A calm voice interrupted the couple's whisper.

After hearing this voice, Christine's nightmares and the fear hidden in her heart seemed to start stirring again.

It was Bai Mo. The two had not had pleasant experiences in the past.

"The most suitable meditation partner for a fourth-level fire mage, the top-grade fire god grass?" Gray Witch King Lei Lin glanced at the gift in Bai Mo's hand. It was not as valuable as the one given by Ye Dexian.

But, it was just right.