He had also heard about the Great Magus who had been beheaded.
"Those who do not fulfill their duties in their positions should be beheaded."
Bai Long walked across the land once more and said calmly, "I'm not afraid.
"Grand Magi do not share the same lifespan as mortals! For mortals, a day of blasphemy is equivalent to a year. For twelve months in the Great Wilderness, for more than three hundred and sixty days, not a single drop of rain fell. The land was dry and the soil cracked … Who knows how many mortals were killed or injured in this disaster! "
To Senior Magi, one day in the sky was equivalent to one year on the ground. They, the long-lived giants, couldn't even see the afterimages of the mortals on the ground clearly. The world was changing rapidly!
The plants that were stained with God's blood also grew 360 times faster!
Their reproductive ability was comparable to a natural disaster. Mortals used a lot of water, and if they did not replenish it in a short period of time, it would be a disaster!
This kind of Great Shaman had no regard for human life and had to be killed!
Heavenly Emperor Bai Long wandered one round, feeling deeply moved by this land's profoundness, the corruption of countless races, but he put his hands behind his back.
"Although the legend of all living beings in the land has risen to prominence, and is developing like the Sunflower Dynasty did, the Immortal Dao is still lacking!"
The Devil Palace system cultivated the five Devil Palaces of Joy, Anger, Sorrow, Joy, and Hatred. Every Devil Palace had countless cultivation techniques, and one could choose a wide variety of innate divine abilities.
In the Heaven Abhorrence Palace alone, there were "Bloodstained", "Step of Hatred", "Amidst Blood and Hatred" … all kinds of Talent Devil Palaces constructed with the emotions of hatred.
The Immortal Dao system cultivated joy, anger, sorrow, joy, and hate. The five organs condensed into a nascent soul, but there were countless corresponding cultivation methods for each organ.
"Every fourth realm perfected cultivator has five soul mystical abilities, but there are too few types to choose from. Almost none of them are suitable for the cultivator themselves …"
Because of that …
It was very difficult to reach the Nascent Soul Realm because the Nascent Soul Cultivation Method that constructed the five viscera and six bowels was missing.
Not everyone could use their ancestor's Devil Palace construction method and convert it into an organ construction method.
"When I broke into the Nascent Soul realm, I had a lifespan of nine thousand years. Even if converted to reality, it would still be about thirty years … I originally thought that the Nascent Soul realm would erupt like the tide, the Soul Formation realm would be within reach, and the revival of my ancestors would also be just around the corner … but I was still too optimistic."
Bai Long seemed to sigh.
Time doesn't wait for me!
What was the use of living a long life?
He hoped that he could quickly witness the arrival of a true legend of the golden age.
"Fine, fine! I spent time slowly transforming the 'sky palace' into 'organs', perfecting my immortal dao. "
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One was to build a palace, one was to build a nascent soul, but the essence of each cultivation technique was somewhat similar.
"What a pity. With my power alone, wouldn't I be exhausted if I were to circulate thousands of divine abilities?" He sighed, but this was the only thing he could do.
Most people stopped at Jindan and did not have Nascent Soul. This was because their cultivation techniques were insufficient!
At this time, the Immortal Dao had not truly been revived, so he could only do his best.
On this day, Bai Long announced his seclusion!
The entire world was in an uproar, but no one dared to refute.
Even the Moon Nest Kingdom and the young god overlords of the Devil Cultivation Palace system didn't dare to get close.
Huala!
A bird that looked like a pterosaur flew past.
This was a castle kingdom built by a foreign planet.
On the moon, dark blue plants similar to the Avatar Planet paved the entire land. The buildings here were actually in the shape of palaces in the sea of consciousness, giving off a strange and eerie feeling of the universe.
This universal civilization had its own unique aesthetic style.
It was an evil alien race that believed in architecture and aesthetics.
But at this time, some demi-humans with sticky tentacles were speaking in a strange language.
"Who would have thought that the invincible powerhouse who killed our God Lord with one palm would choose to seclude himself? Even though it's difficult for him to fight a hundred people of the same level, he can come and destroy us one by one! "
"The White Emperor ascended to the world and looked down on the common people. He's in his prime, yet he chose to seclude himself?"
The way they spoke didn't sound like they were speaking the language they should have, but the language of Earth.
"The Immortal Dao, the Immortal Dao, what is it?"
"The indescribable ancient god in the forbidden void of our universe built a demonic palace, but I don't see this kind of inheritance … It's very strange."
…
This was something that no one expected. The White Emperor had always been unexpected.
The Dark Titan Era, Year 201.
In the blink of an eye, two hundred years had passed. Other than the giant race, which didn't feel too real, the entire land had ushered in the overlapping of eras.
A hundred years passed.
Generation after generation, the Immortal Dao gradually developed a foundation.
Bai Long ruled the world for more than a hundred years. There were occasional conflicts on the land, but it ushered in a rare period of peace.
Even Tang Meng and the other living beings in the underground shelter of the Maya civilization and the Tinder Project had started to gradually walk out of the shelter and tried to live on the land.
"The zombie apocalypse. It's only been half a year, but it's already like this. I didn't expect it." Tang Meng murmured. She felt that the apocalypse and the imminent destruction of humanity had been turned into such a prosperous era with the help of a giant black hand.
Several years passed.
Bai Long changed the cultivation methods one by one and announced them to the world. There were already 137 of them.
He was shocked to find that it was more difficult than he had imagined.
The structures of some demonic palaces and nascent souls were mostly not interconnected.
These were two systems and the soul structures of two kinds of creatures that weren't compatible.
Among the thousands of types, there were only a few that could be effectively converted. Next, he could only create new cultivation methods according to the soul structure of the Immortal Dao.
"Difficult, difficult, difficult!"
Bai Long uttered the word "difficult" three times in a row. It was obvious how bitter he was.
The number of demonic palaces was the accumulation of civilization cultivation methods from generation to generation. There were countless geniuses and monsters. How could he achieve such a shocking feat by himself?
"The foundation of the Immortal Dao has never been created by one person, but I'm willing to be the first." Bai Long continued to study.
However, this lasted for a short hundred years.
He already had a few strands of white hair. He was mentally and physically exhausted, which matched the name of the White Emperor.
He still yearned for the golden age of the Sunflower Dynasty. The legend of Gatha, the brilliant gods and demons, and the prehistoric past constantly stimulated his heart.
Just like how Duke Ye loved dragons.
That was the "Dao" in his heart. He could die in peace if he heard the Dao in the morning.
"Another 17 types have appeared. This time, there are a few more Nascent Soul cultivation methods." The middle-aged man kept sighing as he sat in the palace.
All of a sudden, a super small plant vine far away from the palace seemed to have undergone a genetic change and turned into a young face.
"The Immortal Dao is a long path. You have spent too much effort on this. Do you really not regret it?"
After more than two hundred years, the voice of the master who had discussed the Dao under the shade of the tree on that day rang out again.
However, this voice sounded more or less regretful.
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