He seemed to have finally understood a new way to use his hair.
The Feast of Gods and Demons had also unlocked a new way to use his hair.
Fu Qingjun sighed and looked at the boy.
"I'll give you three years. According to the ancient inheritance in your mind and the millions of years of knowledge of the prehistoric flood, sort out a plan to evolve creatures. You only have one chance... if you want to change this stale world."
"Yes!" The boy became excited.
Three years, or three days, passed in the blink of an eye.
Fu Qingjun came over again and guided the boy into the Feast of Gods and Demons.
"First time, guide an outsider in."
Fu Qingjun narrowed his eyes and watched as the others began to use their special abilities. However, they were not his kin.
He tried. If they did not resist, he could forcefully infect them, insert ahoge, and make them his kin...
However, there seemed to be some mechanism in the boy's mind. Once it was invaded, it would self-destruct, and the boy would die.
Therefore, no matter what, the boy could only be a member of that mysterious creature...
As expected, it could not be so easily invaded.
"But it is precisely because he is a member of that creature that he can have those inheritances, right?"
Fu Qingjun, a white-robed young man with white wings, smiled faintly. "What does it matter if he is a member of me or not? As long as he helps me do things, that is enough.
"Even if he turns against me in the future.
"Right now, I am using his millions of years of civilization as a foundation to stand on the shoulders of giants and help me deduce a race and cultivation system!
"If he cannot reveal his inheritance system, then he can use his accumulated knowledge to deduce a new system and leave it to me..."
Fu Qingjun smiled.
He was taking advantage of a loophole.
He was indirectly stealing the essence of their civilization!
Mara and the others were acting in the best way, but wasn't he doing the same?
Although his best way was a bit dirty, he liked to use small tricks to fight big tricks.
As the hidden mastermind behind the scenes, he would occasionally place a chess piece on the world, promoting the turbulence and development of the world.
The world was fighting, but wasn't he the same?
"This is the first time someone who is not me has eaten my share... Little brat with exuberant hair, I hope you can work hard." Fu Qingjun looked at the little fellow in the Feast of Gods and Demons.
A few hours passed.
The little boy had finally deduced a new version and modified it in his mind.
He didn't look any different on the outside, but the arrangement of his soul had undergone some kind of change. He could compress and condense with high density.
"You succeeded," Fu Qingjun said.
"Yes, Master." The little boy, this little giant, bowed solemnly. "Master, may I know your name?"
"You are my fourth disciple, but you are only an unofficial disciple. I will not teach you anything, but I have already given you unlimited possibilities." Fu Qingjun said, "After all, I'm an old friend of that ancient God. You're his descendant of the Divine Blood. I'm just giving him a little help."
The little boy still bowed respectfully.
"I'm too weak. I'm not worthy of being accepted as a disciple by you, an existence on the same level as the Ancestral Gods and Devils. However, I will definitely strive to change this world. I don't have a name yet. Please give me one."
"Name?"
Fu Qingjun raised his head to look at the misty sky. "The world is very gray. I hope you can bring light. You will be named Bai, Bai … Long."
"Yes." Bai Long bowed seriously.
Fu Qingjun left.
"I'm sorry. I've specially chosen a person with an extreme sense of justice to mess up this world." Fu Qingjun sighed in his heart. He felt somewhat guilty.
"I hope I can witness your rise in the next era."
…
Time flew.
Forty-eighth year of the Dark Titan era.
Forty-eight years at the speed of God was not a short period of time even for giants. Many existences grew, broke through, aged, and died.
They realized that …
Those prehistoric Great Magi tribes and survivor camps had begun to nurture mortal civilizations in the past month.
At first, they observed curiously. The names they gave were extravagant. Primordial Civilization, Great Universe Civilization … But later, they felt that it didn't matter. They were too weak!
Even the Maya civilization was far inferior to their foundation, let alone these guys.
Although they had spiritual food and sustenance, they were still infected and assimilated. The number of their own race did not decrease. They could not be bothered with their petty tricks and continued to cook frogs in warm water.
At the same time, their attention was focused on those small creatures.
"Unbelievable! This is simply unbelievable! "
"The 'mortal' race of this planet is simply the most convenient tool for the birth of True Gods!"
…
Originally, these outsiders naturally did not hold any hope of breaking through to True God. They directly used the God's blood to break through to False God.
After all, to break through to True God, at least tens of thousands of grandmasters of the same race were needed. This meant that at least ten billion people of a race had to cultivate at the same time to have a chance of becoming a True God.
But now?
Their numbers were too fast.
"What a magical land. There are all kinds of mysteries. As expected of the ancient soil where the corpse of a God and Demon was born."
They talked. As True Gods appeared one after another, victory was within reach.
As for the resistance of those mortals, they did not even have a cultivation method to construct a sea of consciousness for the Soul Demon Palace. It should be known that the accumulation of foundation for the fourth realm was extremely long.
They did not take it to heart from the beginning.
And Mara was mixed in with them. She was also very sad.
"Damn it. He only told me a cultivation method to build a Heavenly Palace and made me build the main hall out of hatred. Then, there was no follow-up. Now, I have built a 'Burning Resentment Divine Art' in my main hall. It is a cultivation method for suicide … But I have many clones, so it is suitable for me to self-destruct. Next time, I will break that evil disciple's teeth."
Just as the Titan Kingdom of the Moon Lair, the Demon Titan Kingdom, and the Demon Titan Kingdom were fighting each other in this misty land, a mysterious young man appeared.
He appeared in the Demon Titan Kingdom.
He had only broken through to the Third Realm, but the wind and clouds within a hundred meters of him were surging. The entire land seemed to be covered, and there were souls sweeping through.
"What is that?"
"It's Bai Long?"
"Isn't that guy an idiot? He has cultivated for more than 30 years, but he is still in the second realm, the Bone Calling Realm. He is the slowest idiot in history."
"Is he going to break through to the Third Realm?"
"What a joke. We have inherited the God's blood of the great God and are born powerful. Our cultivation speed is extremely fast, but he is so slow that he is even slower than a mortal."
"But why is his aura so powerful?"
…
This aura was clearly the aura of someone who had just broken through to the Third Realm, but it was vaguely similar to that of someone who had just achieved Dao in the Fourth Realm. It was highly condensed!
Mara and Bruce rushed over.
"Little guy, how did you …?"
After a few rounds of examination, they finally confirmed the peculiarity in this little guy's mind!
They didn't know how his soul was compressed, but it actually turned into a shiny golden core. Its density was extremely high, even comparable to the density of a Fourth Realm's soul.
"I don't cultivate the traditional way of dividing the sea of consciousness. I cultivate the Golden Core method. Once I swallow a Golden Core, my life is in my own hands, not the heavens," Bai Long said seriously.
Mara was shocked.
Immortal cultivation!
A devil of the Evil Dao had actually inherited such a thing?
Bruce was also dumbfounded. "Where did you get this inheritance? Why is your soul so strange?"
Bai Long naturally wouldn't reveal that mysterious existence. He only said, "I obtained some special ancient god's inheritance and awakened an alternative cultivation method. This system is divided into Qi Refinement, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul …"
Everyone was stunned.
Did he get it from the remains of that dead Demonic God?
Now, they were even more certain that this Demon God's remains came from this planet. After all, there were rumors of this planet, and it was also divided according to this system.
If this Demon God's remains still had consciousness, they would definitely be heartbroken and blame him for everything.
"Hahaha, our country is so lucky!"
"This time, let's see how the neighboring Nest Kingdom is going to resist."
Mara laughed loudly. Bruce also chose to secretly block the news of this genius and gave him the best conditions to cultivate, hoping that he would rise quickly.
Dark Titan era, 67th year.
Another few decades passed. Bai Long, who had just broken through, was still calm and composed. He cultivated every day, but there were no signs of a breakthrough in his realm.
This made Mara and Bruce extremely disappointed.
That was because it had consumed far too many resources. It seemed that powerful strength and terrifying foundation also required an equivalent price.
Moreover, Bai Long was exploring on his own, breaking through one realm after another. Even if he stood on the shoulders of giants, it was still extremely difficult.
Dark Titan era, 75th year.
The battle at the front line was extremely tense.
Mara and Bruce were, after all, temporary monks. They couldn't stop the orthodox … Ever since they learned to take in mortals, they lost their advantage.
Bai Long still showed no signs of a breakthrough. This made Mara suspect that this inheritance was flawed and gradually reduced his cultivation resources.
Dark Titan era, 79th year.
Bai Long had cultivated for more than 70 years, but he was still stuck at the third Golden Core realm.
Many powerhouses of the same age as him had already broken through to the True God realm, and some had even died on the battlefield at the front line. Their corpses turned into white bones, and generations of people continued to advance.
Some clansmen looked at Bai Long and couldn't help but start to feel completely disappointed.
They even felt that he was afraid of death, which was why he didn't break through and didn't go to the front line.
"Coward!"
"Scum!"
"He lost the honor we had for that taboo existence!"
Dark Titan era, 80th year.
Even the lifespan of an ordinary modern person had fallen.
Even in God's time, one day in Heaven was equivalent to one year on Earth. In reality, more than 80 days had passed.
Bruce was actually gradually aging. He had been fighting for many years and was full of hidden injuries. Even someone as powerful as him couldn't hold on for much longer. Many of their combat systems burned their lifespan, and at this moment, their lifespan was declining.
"Sigh, we don't have a successor." Moro sighed. "On the other hand, an incredible genius appeared in the Moon Nest Dynasty. He ascended to the throne and became a new God. He actually managed to quickly build five great Soul Demon Palaces, and they're even the strongest ones … He wants to slaughter us, enslave us, and offer our flesh and blood to the almighty God."
This was a true war.
The gods that had died in the war were all sacrificed to the remains of the taboo existence.
They had started the war for many years because they wanted to sacrifice the other party and kill the other party … because they didn't want to die.
Just as Mara was sighing.
An extremely arrogant voice suddenly came from the sky of the entire kingdom.
"It's been 80 years. To be able to tolerate you to such an extent, it's simply the weakness of the previous rulers." A figure stood tall in the sky. "This god has descended. Weaklings, why aren't you quickly welcoming me?"
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