Mythological origin

Similar to the Four Holy Beasts they had encountered before, the ones Teach was referring to were the so-called "White-Clothed Ones," and specifically, the top tier of the White-Clothed Ones group.

They were born on the land of white and grew up in an environment built by countless rules and systems.

Although they never saw Bai Mo in person from birth to adulthood and finally chose to leave, they all spent more than a hundred years or even longer with that omnipresent system that shaped everything.

In a truly atomized and cellular society like the White Earth, it is perfectly normal to treat systems as family, friends, or even romantic partners.
That's exactly what Teach was joking about.

Therefore, even though they ultimately chose to leave and embark on their own paths, these former "white-robed" individuals still harbored a lingering curiosity about Bai Mo, the one who created all of this, defined the initial rules, and can be considered the source of everything.

That was curiosity about the Creator, curiosity about the origin.

At this moment, this curiosity, clearly transmitted through the hundred-mile space and layers of formations, landed heavily on Bai Mo.

……

"It's been a long time," Bai Mo said calmly.

His voice was not loud, yet it clearly pierced through the faint clouds around him, echoing deep within the minds of everyone present.

Bai Mo's arrival came without warning, as if he had simply emerged naturally from the folds of light and shadow. He was tall and slender, and his white robe was spotless, creating a serene contrast with the radiant fairy-like atmosphere around him.

The gazes of the more than eighty True Immortals, each carrying a completely different thought, all turned toward them.

Those gazes were sometimes solemn and deep, sometimes curious and inquisitive, sometimes tinged with awe, and of course, sometimes filled with undisguised complex scrutiny.

Auspicious light and mist swirled around the immortal, making the surroundings appear like a dream.

However, everything seemed to be happening on another level. The ordinary cultivators below Mariongio were completely unaware of the unpredictable events unfolding high above.

This group includes both elders who have lived through the old days of Terra and newcomers who are rising in Terra and whose vigor has not yet been diminished.

There were even a few True Immortal incarnations from the White Land. Their auras were purer, yet they seemed to carry some kind of invisible constraint, making them subtly different from the True Immortals native to Terra.

A silence quietly spread, with only the faint sound of the wind whistling through the sky.

"welcome."

Ultimately, it was Venus, the first and currently only emperor of the Holy Terra Empire, who broke the silence.

She stood before the crowd, her posture upright, wearing a simple yet radiant imperial crown, and a white and gold imperial robe. The robe was not embroidered with dragons and phoenixes, but with geometric patterns of light that constantly appeared and disappeared, creating a series of regular patterns.

After the "Blood Alliance" turmoil that swept through Terra was completely resolved and the coordinates of sixth-tier transcendents were no longer maliciously interfered with during their tribulation, she quickly chose to cross that most crucial hurdle.

Backed by the best resources and knowledge that encompassed almost the entirety of Terra after integration, coupled with her own profound accumulation and tempering of character over hundreds of years, Vinnie did not spend too long to successfully advance to the seventh rank. She truly secured her imperial throne with her own strength and no longer needed various external forces to have an equal dialogue with the True Immortals present.

Bai Mo gazed at the crown on the other person's head, which he had initially forged from the head of one of his avatars; it seemed that many additions had been made to it.

That's normal, though. The original design was intended for sixth-tier users, and now that the other party has reached the seventh tier, it's only natural that they would reforge the immortal artifact to make it easier for them to use.

At this moment, she responded on behalf of everyone, her voice clear and steady, carrying the composure of someone who had long held a high position, yet it did not conceal the special importance she placed on Bai Mo's existence.

After speaking, Vinnies gently raised her right hand, her slender fingers tracing an enigmatic path in the air.

In an instant, a magnificent and radiant palace phantom emerged from behind her.

The phantom quickly solidified and expanded, enveloping everyone, and in an instant transformed into a continuous, solid celestial palace in mid-air.

Auspicious clouds lift it up, and rosy clouds pave the way.

As for other welcoming etiquette, she really couldn't be bothered to do any more.

I tried it last time. Bells and drums ringing out? Fairy maidens dancing? Those grand spectacles that are considered grand by mortals and even ordinary cultivators are meaningless to the person in front of me.

Having known him for so many years, she knew all too well that no matter how grand the occasion, he probably wouldn't even glance at it; his attention was always solely focused on his own affairs.

Without any unnecessary formalities or pleasantries, the space shifted in the blink of an eye for Vines. The next moment, everyone found themselves in the most central council hall deep within the Heavenly Palace.

This is a space that cannot be measured by ordinary standards.

The dome is high and far, as if it contains a miniature starry sky, with stars shining quietly above it.

The most eye-catching feature is the enormous round table in the center of the hall, whose edges seem to stretch as far as the eye can see.

The desktop was neither gold nor jade, but presented a deep, dark color, yet it possessed an inner radiance, like a frozen night sky. Above the desktop, corresponding to the seat in front of each person, a faint emblem of light floated, rotating slightly to indicate its affiliation.

The design of the round table symbolizes that every immortal sitting here is equal in status, at least in form and concept, without distinction of rank.

Of course, everyone knows that this equality is based on the reality that Terra has not yet produced a true eighth-tier immortal who can rewrite the rules on his own.

……

Bai Mo casually sat in his seat, his right elbow resting on the wide armrest, his fist loosely supporting his cheek, causing his body to lean slightly to the right, his long hair spreading out behind him as he tilted.

"I'm a little curious, how did you get rid of the Black Tide?" Bai Mo asked directly, his gaze calmly sweeping over the immortals around the round table before finally settling on Vinnies.

There wasn't much emotional fluctuation in his tone; it was as if he were simply asking a common question that needed an answer.

The sight of the Black Tide caused many True Immortals present to narrow their eyes slightly, as that cruel memory resurfaced once again.

The Evil Corpse is one of the Three Corpses of Bai Mo, and its sole purpose is to destroy all intelligent life.

The logic of the evil corpse, or rather its core obsession, is extremely simple and brutal.

All the problems, conflicts, suffering, and injustices in the world originate from the existence of intelligent life.

If all intelligent life is completely eradicated, then all problems will naturally be solved, and the universe will return to a state of "pure" stillness.

This absolute destruction, derived from absolute rationality, is more terrifying than any insane hatred. (End of Chapter)