White clouds drifted in the air, vitality condensed into liquid, red-crowned cranes danced in the air, and white deers gathered in groups.
This was where the Upper Realm's Celestial Court was located – the Immortal God World.
It was hard to imagine that when the Lower Realm's affiliated worlds were on the verge of collapse, and even the Primary World's vitality was exhausted, and the path of cultivation was cut off, the place where their leader was located could still have such a prosperous scene.
If one were to look at this world alone, would there be any signs of vitality exhaustion? It was just like another Celestial Age.
A very strange phenomenon was that during the last years of a dynasty, when the signs of its demise were apparent, the top bureaucrats and landlords would still be extremely extravagant and would not spare a single cent. There were very few who were willing to sacrifice their wealth to save the country. In the past few hundred years, there were only a few people like Wen Tianxiang.
If one were to say that they were stupid, they were all smart people. To be able to reach the highest position in the cruel land annexation and various kinds of strife, their IQ and EQ were definitely superhuman.
If one were to say that they were smart, they all thought that the world would perish, but their home would not. It was just a change of master.
However, they did not know that the new master wanted to reward the meritorious officials who had followed him to conquer the world. Where would the fastest money and land come from? Was it not from the rich landlords of the old dynasty?
Occasionally, there would be a few who succeeded in changing sides, but in the end, most of them would still be liquidated.
Zheng Zhilong was the best example. He was too clever for his own good. Compared to his son, Zheng Damu, who clung to the sinking ship and tried in vain to revive it, Zheng Zhilong could be said to be too sensible. In the end, he lost all his family property and even his life was in danger. On the contrary, his son built a foundation and left his name in history. No one could deprive him of the title of national hero.
In a group, there were too many smart people, so the combat power of this group would definitely not be too strong.
And the Celestial Gods were the gathering of the smartest group of people in this world.
There was such a shocking similarity between humans and gods. It had to be said that the things in this world were just so wonderful.
On top of a celestial mountain, there was a pavilion made of white jade. In the pavilion, there were three people sitting opposite each other.
One of them was the Moon Goddess that Fang Ning was very familiar with.
At this time, her long robe was fluttering, and she was sitting in the lower position of the three.
The two at the top were an old man in a green Taoist robe with a white beard and hair. The other was a bald monk with a bitter face.
"The God of Plagues has fallen …" The old man in the Taoist robe said slowly.
"It's within my expectations, but it's beyond reason." The bald monk played along.
The Moon Goddess didn't say anything and just poured more tea.
"You should understand the intentions of the one up there …" The Daoist robed old man pointed upwards.
"I've long since understood. It's just that I brought this upon myself. I can't live." The bald monk's face was calm.
The Moon Goddess listened on the side, secretly guessing the thoughts of the two Supremes' incarnations.
One of them was the incarnation of one of the three Daofathers, while the other was the incarnation of the Buddha.
The gathering of these two Supreme Martial Artists was enough to determine the future of the Immortal God World.
They didn't expect that the inconspicuous Chosen One from the Lower Realms a few decades ago could actually kill the main body of a Righteous God and even alarmed them to come out.
With the scheming of the Saints, could it be that they could not predict this person's future? Why didn't they kill the other party in advance? Why did they nurture a tiger that would only invite calamity?
The Moon Goddess couldn't understand this problem before, but after the conversation between the two of them, she finally understood.
It turned out that the two of them were just following the will of the heavens. If they followed the will of the heavens, there would still be room for negotiation. If they went against the will of the heavens, they would be destroyed on the spot.
"Sigh, at this juncture, if we don't cut our own flesh to save the situation, we'll have to wait for others to do it. However, if the knife is in the hands of others, it's not cutting our flesh, it's butchering." The Daoist robed old man shook his head.
"It's a pity that there are still some Immortals and Gods who don't understand what we're doing. They say that the Saints have treated the Gods too harshly, but they don't know that if we didn't limit the Gods' lifespans in time, this world would have collapsed long ago." The bald monk picked up the immortal tea and took a sip.
"Those who don't understand, let's send them on their way so that the one up there can calm down." The Daoist robed old man also took a sip of tea.
"Fairy Moon Goddess, this is the Daoist Ancestor's decree, do you understand?" The bald monk's face showed a hint of joy as he turned to the Moon Goddess.
"I understand." The Moon Goddess filled up the tea and nodded at the same time.
"That's good. Go, don't waste this beautiful scenery, this auspicious moment." The bald monk waved his hand.
The Daoist robed old man did not comment. Since he was a Saint, he should have the heart of a Saint.
Everyone below the Saints were just pawns.
If they lost this round, they could just come back again. However, they must not mess up the chessboard. If that happened, no one would be able to play anymore …
After the Moon Goddess took her leave, she lightly flew out of the pavilion and then out of the Immortal Mountain.
She looked around, pinched her fingers and calculated, then flew towards the west.
She did not fly for long. Her luck was good, no, it should be said that it was as if the Heavens were helping her.
In front of her, there was a huge figure shimmering in golden light, walking in mid-air.
"Golden Deity, please wait …"
…
Earth, Universe, the First Mansion of the Spire.
"Mr. Rich Boss, go out and do some work. Edit a Vitality Conversion Device for me. I want a high-efficiency one, I've been in isolation recently and used up a lot of energy." Sir System ordered without hesitation.
"I don't have the time, I'll go on the platform and post the mission myself …" Fang Ning lay on the sofa, hugging the hundreds of books he had accumulated and reading.
Although the environment was harsh, there were still people doing the spiritual food. In the past, Immortal Heroes were all fantasy, but now it had become a realistic genre, and the authors' writing skills were much better.
"Do you have a death wish? How dare you slack off so openly. "Sir System said angrily," If someone else was capable, why would I ask for your help? How can the Vitality Conversion Device they made be compared to yours? Within the System Domain, outsiders don't have the authority to edit objects. Besides, the devices shipped from the outside are far from perfect. "
Fang Ning had no choice but to get up and said angrily, "I think you're just jealous, you just can't bear to see me rest for a few days."
"You can't think like that," Sir System said patiently, "You have to know, many people want to work like you but don't have the chance. They can only struggle. This is all the good karma you've accumulated in your past life."
"Your learning ability is really strong …" Fang Ning was speechless.
Then, he left the System Space and arrived on an empty planet.
"What's the principle of the Vitality Conversion Device?" He tried hard to recall. His mind was full of it, and he had to empty the memory before he could load new memories.
After a while, he finally remembered.
The Vitality Conversion Device was used to convert natural energy into Vitality. Through the effect of a catalyst, and with the support of the Mysterious Order, the energy contained in the physical world was converted into Vitality of the Mysterious Side.
This was the new product formed by the fusion of two worlds.
Hybridization was not a joke.
Purebred did not have an advantage in evolution. On the contrary, there were many diseases, it was just that the name sounded better.
Fang Ning floated in mid-air and found the highest peak.
Then, he began to point his fingers in the air, as if he was typing on a keyboard, or moving a mouse.
The entire peak was flattened, and two other peaks of the same height appeared nearby.
Soon, a huge concave mirror appeared on top of the three peaks. The area was as large as ten thousand square kilometers, comparable to the boundary of a small country.
This was the entrance used to receive energy.
Under the concave mirror, there was another thick and long pipe, which was the channel for the energy input.
Further down, there was a huge energy converter.
It was like a matrix, absorbing every trace of energy and then exporting it into Vitality.
At the bottom, there were countless air vents, which discharged the formed Vitality.
After all this was done, Fang Ning shouted at the giant dragon, "Alright, Sir System, get moving, make a big cover, and transfer all the heat from the star of the First Mansion of the Horn over here."
"How troublesome, you humans' technology development is too slow. After so long, you haven't even solved a nuclear fusion, not even a Dyson Sphere. What a bunch of idiots …" Sir System said in disdain, "I still have to do it myself."
Then, the Azure Dragon rushed into the sky and exhaled a breath of white gas, which quickly shrouded the sun in the sky.
Between Heaven and Earth, a huge pillar appeared.
The ground quickly darkened, and only the concave mirror became extremely bright. At a glance, it was so bright that it could blind one's eyes.
Fang Ning saw this and shook his head, "This place is a few hundred light years away from Earth. I'm afraid that after a few hundred years, humans will realize that the First Mansion of the Horn is no longer bright, and it will affect the formation. We have to let some light out."
"You're so long-winded, you should have said so earlier." The Azure Dragon took another breath, and a trace of white gas returned.
The ground lit up again, but compared to before, it was much dimmer.
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