It seems I've finally understood the new use of hair.
The Divine Demon Night Banquet has unlocked a novel thod of use.
Fu Qingjun, feeling sentintal, looked towards the other party,
"I give you three years to organize your thoughts according to the ancient legacy in your mind, containing millions of years of prehistoric flood knowledge, and formulate a plan for evolving species. You have only one chance...if you wish to change this antiquated world."
"Yes!" The boy beca excited.
Three years is rely three days; it passes in the blink of an eye.
Fu Qingjun ca again, guiding this little boy into the Divine Demon Night Banquet.
"The first ti guiding outsiders in."
Fu Qingjun squinted, watching others begin to use their special abilities, which were not his dependents.
He tried it out; if there was no resistance, he could forcibly infect the other party, insert a dumb hair, and turn them into his dependent...
However, there seed to be a chanism in the minds of the others; once invaded, they would self-destruct, and the little boy would certainly die.
Therefore, no matter what, the other party could only belong to that mysterious entity...
Indeed, it's not so easy to invade casually.
"But precisely because of this, it's the other's person, he can possess those legacies, isn't it?"
Fu Qingjun, a young man with white wings wearing white clothes, smiled faintly, "Does it matter if he's mine? As long as he helps with things, that's enough."
"Even if in the future, he'll turn against ."
"Right now, I'm using the foundation of the other's millions of years of civilization, letting him stand on the shoulders of giants to help deduce a race and cultivation system!"
"He can't divulge his legacy system, so he just needs to use his accumulated knowledge to deduce a new system for ..."
Fu Qingjun laughed.
He is exploiting a loophole.
Using indirect ans to steal the essence of their civilization!
Even Moro and others are acting in the best way, why wouldn't he do the sa?
Though his best thod is sowhat dirty.
But he loves to use small advantages to achieve big gains, staying as the hidden manipulator behind the scenes, only occasionally dropping a piece onto the world to drive the world's upheaval and developnt.
The world resists, and why wouldn't he?
"The first ti soone who isn't mine benefits from my gains... Little guy with flourishing hair, I hope you'll strive." Fu Qingjun looked at the young one in the Divine Demon Night Banquet.
Several hours passed.
This little boy finally deduced the new version, self-modifying directly in his mind.
He looked seemingly unchanged outwardly, but the arrangent of his soul had already shown so kind of alteration, able to compress and condense at high density.
"You've succeeded." Fu Qingjun said.
"Yes, Master." The little giant boy bowed earnestly, "Master, may I ask your na?"
"You are my fourth disciple, but only an unrecorded disciple. I won't teach you anything; I've already given you unlimited possibilities." Fu Qingjun said, "After all, I am an old friend with that ancient demon god; you are his divine blood descendant, and I am rely giving him so little help."
The little boy respectfully bowed again,
"I am too weak, unworthy of being taken as a disciple by a being equal to my ancestral god and demon, but I will certainly strive to change this world. I do not yet have a na; please give one."
"A na?"
Fu Qingjun looked up towards the misty sky, "The world is very gray; I hope you bring light, nad Bai, Bai...Long."
"Yes." Bailong bowed earnestly.
Fu Qingjun departed.
"Sorry, I deliberately selected soone with a strong sense of justice to stir this world up." Fu Qingjun sighed inwardly, feeling sowhat guilty.
"Hope to witness your rise in the next era."
...
Ti flies.
The forty-eighth year of the Dark Titan Era.
The forty-eight years under the divine ti speed are not short even for giants; many entities have grown, broken through, aged, and fallen.
They discovered,
The prehistoric Great Witch Tribe camps have started cultivating mortal civilization for over a month.
Initially, they observed curiously; nas were extraordinary—primitive civilization, cosmic civilization.... Eventually, they felt indifferent; too weak!
Even those Mayan civilizations are far below their foundation; how can these guys compare?
They have spiritual food and sustenance, yet still in a state of being infected and assimilated, have not reduced their tribe's numbers, and are too lazy to care, continuing in slow warm boiling.
anwhile, their focus beca increasingly concentrated on those small creatures.
"It's unbelievable! Utterly unbelievable!"
"This planet's 'mortal' species is simply the most convenient tool for birthing true gods!"
...
Originally, these outsiders naturally didn't hold expectations of breaking through to true gods, directly borrowing divine blood to beco false gods.
After all, breaking through to true gods at least requires the grand spirit resonance of several tens of thousands of fellow grandmasters, which ans a race must have at least tens of billions of people cultivating simultaneously to have a probability of producing a true god.
But now?
Their reproduction speed is too fast.
"Truly a magical land, full of mysteries, worthy of being the ancient soil birthed by this divine-demon remains."
They spoke in exchange, following the continuous erge of true gods; victory is anticipated.
As for the resistance of mortals, they haven't even researched a single technique for constructing a knowledge sea of soul demon palace; it's worth knowing the accumulation of this fourth realm requires imasurably long ti.
From the beginning, it hadn't been taken to heart.
Yet Moruo lingered among them, his heart also filled with desolation,
"It's hateful, they only told a diagram for building the Celestial Palace's technique, making establish the main hall with hatred, and then there were no follow-ups. Now I've constructed a 'Resentnt Burning Divine Power' in my main hall, a suicidal technique... But I have many incarnations, so self-exploding is suitable. Next ti, I'll break that traitorous disciple's tooth."
Amidst the power struggle in the Moon Nest Titan Titan Kingdom and the Demonized Titan Kingdom, on this mist-filled land, a mysterious youth appeared.
He appeared in the Demonized Titan Kingdom.
rely by breaking through to the third realm as a Grandmaster, a storm arose within a hundred ters, and the entire land seed to be covered, with souls sweeping across it.
"What is that?"
"Is it Bailong?"
"That guy wasn't he a fool? Cultivating for over thirty years and still in the second realm of the Bone Realm, historically the slowest idiot."
"Is he finally pushing to the third realm?"
"Ridiculous, we inherited the divine blood of great divine-demons, born strong, cultivating at a rapid speed, yet he is slower than even a mortal."
"But why is the aura so powerful?"
...
This aura, even though it's just breaking through the third realm, bears so resemblance in energy concentration to a newcor of the fourth realm, the Daoist, highly condensed!
Moruo and Bruce arrived.
"Young one, how did you...?"
After several tests, they finally confird the oddity in this young one's mind!
His soul, compressed in so mysterious way, had turned into a golden golden core, with an extrely high concentration, even surpassing the soul concentration of the fourth realm.
"I don't cultivate the traditional thod of fragnting the knowledge sea; I cultivate the Golden Core Technique. A single golden core ingested into the stomach ans my fate is determined by , not by heaven," Bailong said earnestly.
Moruo was stunned.
Cultivation!!
Who would have thought an evil demon creature would inherit sothing like this?
Bruce was also dumbfounded, "Where did you get this inheritance? Why is your soul so unusual?"
Bailong, of course, wouldn't reveal that mysterious existence, only saying, "I obtained so special ancient god inheritance, awakening an alternative cultivation thod. This system involves Qi Refining, Foundation Establishnt, Golden Core, Nascent Soul..."
Everyone was dumbfounded.
From the remains of that deceased Demon God, obtained?
This further confird that the remains of that God-Demon originated from this planet since the legends here also spoke of this system division.
If those God-Demon remains still had consciousness, they'd surely be heartbroken, feeling unjustly blad for everything.
"Hahaha, it's our kingdom's great fortune!"
"This ti, let's see how the neighboring Nest Kingdom can resist?"
Moruo laughed loudly, and Bruce decided to secretly seal this genius's news, providing the best conditions for cultivation, hoping he would rise swiftly.
The Dark Titan Era, year sixty-seven.
After several decades, Bailong still remained old and unhurried, practicing every day, yet showing no signs of a breakthrough in realm.
This greatly disappointed Moruo and Bruce.
Because the resources consud were excessively many, and it seed the powerful strength and terrifying foundation also demanded an equivalent price.
Moreover, Bailong was exploring breakthroughs in each realm on his own, and even standing on the shoulders of giants proved extrely challenging.
The Dark Titan Era, year seventy-five.
The situation at the frontline was extrely tense.
Moruo and Bruce, after all, had temporarily joined the cause, unable to resist the orthodox... Since they started taking in mortals, their advantage was lost.
Bailong still showed no signs of breakthrough, causing Moruo to doubt that this inheritance was flawed and gradually reduced his cultivation resources.
The Dark Titan Era, year seventy-nine.
Bailong had cultivated for over seventy years, yet still remained stuck at the third Golden Core realm.
Many of his peers had already broken through to True God, so even having died on the frontline, their remains turning into bones, with generations following in their footsteps.
So clan mbers, looking at Bailong, couldn't help but feel utter disappointnt!
They even thought he was afraid of death, purposely stuck at his realm, avoiding the frontline.
"Coward!"
"Disgrace!"
"He has lost the glory we bestowed upon that forbidden existence!"
The Dark Titan Era, year eighty.
Even a normal modern human lifespan would have passed by now.
Even in divine ti, a day in heaven is a year on earth, yet in reality, over eighty days had passed.
Bruce was gradually showing signs of aging, having fought year after year with internal injuries everywhere. Strong as he was, he couldn't withstand it; their system involved many battle thods that burned lifespan, leading to exhaustion at this point.
"Alas, we have no successors," Moruo sighed, "On the other hand, the Moon Nest Dynasty has produced an extraordinary genius, who ascended to the New God, quickly mastering five great Soul Demon Halls, and still among the strongest... He intends to slaughter us, enslaving us, sacrificing our flesh to the great God."
This was a true war.
The gods sacrificed in the war on both sides were offerings to that forbidden remnant.
They started a war year after year, intending to sacrifice the other, truly killing the opponent... simply because they didn't want to die.
Just as Moruo sighed,
a domineering voice suddenly echoed across the kingdom's sky.
"Eighty years, I've tolerated you to this extent; this is simply the weakness of previous rulers." A figure stood towering in the sky, "This God descends, and you weaklings, shouldn't you hurry to greet?"
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