Mythological origin

"The Divine Ruins is a world that's absolutely swirling, swirling wildly from top to bottom," Teach continued jokingly.

Upon hearing the word "scroll," Bai Mo recalled his previous experiences in the Yuan Yang Realm.

The Yuanyang Realm was originally an ordinary world of cultivation, where people killed people, plundered treasures, and occasionally dug up graves and explored secrets every day.

The history of the world progresses slowly and in a tortuous manner.

But Bai Mo, who accidentally traveled to this world, witnessed the experiences of a mortal who was willing to pay any price to obtain the opportunity to cultivate immortality, and quietly threw a small surprise into this world - the Yin Yang Five Elements Technique.

That "young man" surnamed Mo, who schemed and plotted for the chance to cultivate immortality, even had the courage to throw a punch at him when facing him, left a deep impression on him.

Although it was described as a "surprise," this technique was not particularly destructive. Not only was it not invincible among its peers, it could even be considered the weakest among its peers.

The only advantage of the Yin-Yang Five Elements Technique is that it has no qualification requirements; anyone can practice it.

You can cultivate immortality even without spiritual roots.

Countless mortals, rejected by sects and trampled underfoot by fate, those ants struggling to survive in fields and alleys, had their eyes instantly ignited by these eight words.

An unprecedented torrent erupted.

The number of cultivators has increased a hundredfold or a thousandfold in just a few decades, like a plague!
What followed was an out-of-control, frenzied involution that swept across the entire Yuanyang Realm.

Limited resources—spiritual energy nodes, spiritual herb producing areas, refining materials, and even the number of disciples a sect can recruit—are fiercely contested by a sudden influx of massive numbers of "new cultivators."

Competition has rapidly spread from simple battles to every corner of production, operation, and resource development.

The whole world seemed to have been put on accelerator, rushing headlong in an unpredictable direction under near-suffocating pressure.

"If not..." Bai Mo's thoughts were pulled away from his memories, and his eyes returned to their usual calm.

If he hadn't later severed his three corpses, temporarily interrupting this deadly process with his supreme power, the world might have moved in a very interesting direction.

"Moreover, their cultivators are more focused on productivity than combat power; it's about who can produce more, work more, and make more money." Teach didn't care what Bai Mo was thinking and just continued speaking to himself.

"Everything can be commodified here. Strength, lifespan, knowledge, emotions... even the soul—as long as you have enough money, you can buy combat power like you're changing clothes..."

"Money?" Bai Mo glanced at Teach with slight surprise.

In most extraordinary societies, there has always been a problem: the higher one climbs to the top of the power pyramid, the scarcer and eventually disappear the universal equivalent that can be called "money".

In Terra, for example, the only currency circulating among the lower and middle classes is indeed the Imperial Gold.

Gold coins are extremely valuable; at least below the fifth rank, there is basically nothing that they cannot buy, except for those of noble status.

However, at the True Immortal level, resource transactions between them rarely use Imperial Gold anymore; instead, they have largely reverted to a barter system.

Because for every true immortal, "money" is already a mountain of numbers, almost infinite, and still multiplying at a terrifying rate.

The countless industries, planets, and even small worlds under their control are like greedy suction cups spread throughout the heavens, constantly pumping massive amounts of imperial gold into their long-meaningless accounts.

For true immortals, wealth itself is as natural as breathing.

On the contrary, the relatively less powerful White Land uses only one currency, "contribution points," from top to bottom. Whether it is a seventh-order immortal or a first-order newcomer, everyone needs contribution points to trade with the system.

Even the true immortals of Terra would secretly stockpile some and regularly engage in large-scale trade with the White Land.

……

“Yes, money!” Teach nodded vigorously, his thick black beard trembling slightly with the movement. “It’s something that everyone here, from the lowest-ranking monks to the highest-ranking managers, recognizes. They call it ‘spirit coins’.”

He reached out and tapped the air a few times, as if he were operating an invisible interface.

“Spirit coins exist only in the ‘Spirit Realm Network’ that spans the entire Divine Ruins, a stream of cold data, a completely virtual currency. But here, it’s more important than life. Without spirit coins, you can’t even absorb proper spiritual energy. It drives everything here, and is the only source of motivation for everyone’s crazy involution.”

“Let’s go,” Teach suddenly changed the subject, ending his explanation of spirit coins, “we’ll go to the Demon Suppression Hall first and meet a few people from the Dual Cultivation Cult.”

"Dual Cultivation Sect?"

I never expected that this guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes would also engage in dual cultivation.

Terra's dual cultivation techniques are quite advanced, especially those ancient bloodline families under the Blood Alliance. With their unique bloodline talents and generations of research, they have developed countless astonishingly powerful techniques and cultivation methods.

Those techniques not only transcend the boundaries of gender and species in dual cultivation, but can even achieve resonance of soul energy and harmony of the life essence among multiple people.

Within Terra's vast and complex knowledge system, it can be considered a prominent "discovery" with well-developed theoretical support and practical pathways.

"Evil god of the Dual Cultivation Cult, go in and contribute your remaining value!"

Just as Bai Mo was still pondering what was going on with Teach and what the Dual Cultivation Cult was all about, the Taoist who had "suppressed" him pushed Bai Mo into a "Demon Suppression Hall" that looked more like a factory than a palace.

The heavy alloy door slammed shut behind us with a loud thud, shutting out the light and noise from outside.

The light inside the hall suddenly dimmed, and the air was filled with a strong smell of engine oil, ozone, and a faint chemical smell similar to disinfectant.

As far as the eye can see, there is a vast, empty space, below which are a maze-like steel platform, conveyor belts, huge sealed tanks, and complex instruments flashing various colored indicator lights.

The conveyor belt made a monotonous "creaking" sound as it transported materials whose shapes were indistinguishable.

In the distance came the dull metallic clanging sound and the hissing sound of energy beams being activated.

"Another newcomer?" Several slightly tired voices came from Bai Mo's side and front.

Several young men and women, dressed in uniform gray overalls and with heavy weariness on their faces, were leaning against a row of cold metal control panels.

They curiously observed Bai Mo and his group who had just been pushed in, and slowly approached.

These people were not fast, and even their walking seemed to carry a heavy feeling of being overworked.

"Didn't they all have sterilization surgery? And they're practicing dual cultivation?" Bai Mo glanced at the men and women in front of him and immediately noticed something was amiss.

These young people in front of me have all undergone sterilization surgery, and their hormone levels are extremely low. Let alone dual cultivation, they may even find it difficult to generate desire.

In a sense, they are the purest "tools".

"Hahahaha!!!" After realizing what Bai Mo had misunderstood, Teach burst into laughter.

"That's the two-day weekend, the 'rest' in 'rest'. These guys all believe that a person should rest for at least two days a month, so they call themselves the 'Two-Day Weekend Cult'."

"..."

For the first time, Bai Mo realized that some conceptual shocks could not be ignored simply because one had a high level of cultivation.

The White Land he created back then had a system that typically arranged four to five hours of work per day, with the aim of getting two days off per month—it was a bit too advanced. (End of Chapter)