Mythological origins

A camp began to take shape.

A group of Palu digging and moving bricks.

A barren mountain that was originally uninhabited suddenly ushered in a scene of vitality and all things competing.

As for Bai Mo, he is in a cave without minerals.

The two power banks, Sadako and Li Hualan, were slumped helplessly in the center of a spirit gathering array, looking feebly at the compound calculation array next to it that was made purely of spiritual energy. As for collecting spirit stones, The work was handed over to Ding Man.

It is said to be a magic circle, but in fact it is more like a computer whose skeleton is composed entirely of spiritual energy, somewhere between reality and illusion.

Photons as many as the sands of the Ganges River move rapidly within the scope of the magic circle, constantly changing their positions in an orderly manner in some mysterious and mysterious way.

As the calculation proceeds, the photons seem to dance in the air.

After hundreds of years of development, the functions of the rune array have penetrated into all aspects of the entire civilized life, including food, clothing, housing and transportation, and are far more than just combat applications.

Of course, in their eyes, no matter how beautiful the thing is, it is just a creation made by repeatedly squeezing the flesh and bone marrow of two people.

They were like slaves responsible for moving stones, looking at the pyramid they built with mixed emotions.

Time and time again, the body's spiritual energy was quickly filled, and then quickly squeezed out to the last drop, and was continuously filled into the manufacturing circle.

It would indeed be spectacular, if they weren't the ones who moved the bricks.

Black Sword's plan broke Bai Mo's expectations.

Since the spiritual tide could erupt at any time, he now had to maintain his best condition at all times, so he could only use two more power banks, and they would output them throughout the process.

The complex runes on the surface of their skin constantly resonated with the spirit gathering array beneath them.

At the entrance of the cave are spiritual stones dug by miners.

These spiritual stones were burned by the spirit gathering array like firewood, and half of them turned into pure spiritual energy, which was forced into their bodies.

The other half was swallowed up and refined by Bai Mo to consolidate his cultivation.

Whenever their bodies are filled, the psychic computer will immediately start a new round of sucking and continue the deduction Bai Mo needs.

In a sense, the principle is a bit like the biochemical reactor he designed back then. The difference may be that the esper in the biochemical reactor does not need to be conscious, but only needs to be alive.

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"One hundred and fifty-seven hours later, the spiritual tide at this point will erupt."

After the self-destructive overclocking deduction of the psychic computer, Bai Mo quickly got the answer he wanted.

The psychic photon computer that once looked like a work of art has been extinguished like fireflies that have run out of oil, leaving not even a trace of debris behind.

Just as Bai Mo guessed, the other party had indeed mastered the method of triggering spiritual tides in advance, making most of his previous arrangements and plans useless.

Even the two power banks around me can only use some more radical and brutal methods to encourage growth.

"The eruption point of the spiritual tide on the surface of the earth should be at this location." Bai Mo took a quick step and came to behind Su Yan, who was secretly practicing while mining to pay off debts.

"Huh? Is there a ghost?!!!" There was no one behind him, so why did a white shadow suddenly float by?

"But don't be afraid of ghosts, I know magic!" He took a small loan from the magic treasure as quickly as possible and exchanged it for a powerful ghost exorcism technique. Anyway, now he has no worries about the debt, and his credit card can be used as a wallet. .

Su Yan had seen this thing when he was looking through the catalog of available spells.

Since there are exorcisms that can be redeemed, there must really be ghosts in this world! That would be so interesting.

In the past, Su Yan was very afraid of ghosts, and his father would tell ghost stories to scare him from time to time.

But the more scared you are, the more curious you are sometimes, especially when you have a way to deal with it.

When the scumbag accidentally picked up the answer, what he was most looking forward to was rushing to take the exam.

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Bai Mo leaned over and kept feeling the ground in the mine with his hands, trying to find a more precise location.

But it may be because his instant step speed is too fast, and he often leaves behind a bunch of afterimages. To ordinary people, it looks like a white shadow floating around on the ground.

It really feels like a ghost.

"Take a thunderbolt from my palm!" Su Yan's right hand glowed with white light, and a blue light flashed in the palm of his hand, and he rushed towards the place where Bai Ying last appeared like a hungry tiger pouncing on food.

"You want to see me for something?"

Bai Mo turned his head at this time, and the lightning automatically dissipated a few feet away from him, leaving Su Yan awkwardly in place.

"It turns out it's you...it's okay." He almost blurted out, "It turns out it's a human being." But as he spoke, he was pulled back by the desire to survive.

Su Yan recognized Bai Mo, who was the mysterious buyer who had chosen someone from Lone Wolf, but unfortunately he was not chosen.

Bai Mo grabbed Su Yan's hand and suddenly used a luck-detecting technique.

"The millionaire's son of luck? No wonder he bumped into me." After a few breaths, he looked squarely at this handsome boy for the first time.

"Why does this big shot grab my hand when we meet? He must have a special hobby, but he didn't pick me out last time..."

As a "human being" who satisfies a special hobby, Su Yan was force-fed a large amount of unique knowledge by Lone Wolf's professional trainers. Although he found this disgusting, the relevant knowledge lingered as if written into his DNA. Go, it will affect your thinking from time to time.

The art of observing luck, as the name suggests, is a spell to observe luck. It was originally derived from the Eye of Observing Luck of the Ghost Immortal Dao. After multiple transformations, the powerful spell that was originally only available to the True Immortal was devolved into a bunch of castrated knockoffs, so that people with low cultivation can also have the opportunity to use it.

The sons of luck of millions of people correspond to the few people with the best luck in a city.

Of course, the so-called luck here actually refers to the external luck, which is very time-sensitive, so it usually manifests as a burst of luck for a period of time... For example, winning the lottery or something, but you may have used up all your luck in this life after winning.

"You can pick any of these ten positions." Bai Mo let go of Su Yan, and then waved his hand lightly, and ten identical marks appeared at different locations in the mine where the two were.

These are the most likely locations for the spiritual tide to erupt, as predicted by Bai Mo based on the psychic calculation array.

"What do these white marks mean?"

"You don't need to know, just pick one at random."

"..."

Somehow, Su Yan felt something was wrong. He always had a premonition that as long as he made a choice, he would permanently lose something very important, but at the same time he would also gain something else that was equally important to him.

"Choose." Bai Mo cast a heavy look at him like a mountain.

"Then this one." Su Yan knew that he had no choice, so he casually pointed to the white mark closest to him. (End of this chapter)