Mythological origin

However, in these recent key and disruptive breakthroughs in power levels, the honor of being the first, or rather the curse, just happened to fall on Bai Mo.

Unless some extremely coincidental miracle occurs.

For example, if two or more individuals with similar temperaments, ideas, and strengths break through that boundary at the same time and in similar ways, they form a subtle strategic balance, restraining each other and preventing anyone from acting recklessly without restraint.

Otherwise, such social upheaval caused by the emergence of a unipolar force would be almost inevitable.

"Don't you need a sun?" Faced with Vinnie's pointed question and the silent yet heavy expectation and scrutiny around the round table, Bai Mo maintained his lazy posture with his fist propping up his face, but a very faint smile seemed to appear at the corner of his mouth as he responded in a joking tone.

"..."

This sentence is like a stone thrown into a deep pool, creating complex ripples.

Everyone was shocked.

Those vague, less-than-pleasant associations from before resurfaced and became clearer.

The Holy Terra Empire, though nominally an empire, has practiced a system similar to an aristocratic republic for hundreds of years.

Throughout these long years, no individual or single force has ever been able to truly integrate the numerous True Immortals and the complex and intertwined forces behind them.

Even for Vince, the emperor of the empire, the Holy Light Church, which she directly controlled, was merely one of several super powers within the empire's territory. Although it held a prestigious position, it was far from having absolute authority or the power to rule over all directions.

The cornerstone for maintaining the empire's superficial unity and internal power struggle lies in the fact that "no one is overwhelmingly strong."

The mutual respect and checks and balances among the immortals and the checks and balances among the forces have created the current dynamic and fragile stability.

But what if this metaphor of the sun isn't a joke, but rather some kind of allusion...?

If Bai Mo intends to become that "sun"...

Given his level of expertise and the extraordinary abilities he has demonstrated in the past, is he prepared to break this balance and forcibly "integrate" or "illuminate" everything?
Thinking of this, a hint of wariness and worry flashed uncontrollably deep in the eyes of some true immortals.

They don't mind having a few more docile little rabbits in the league, but they are absolutely wary of a sun that may rise above all rules.

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Nobody wants to end up like this every day.

“Look at the sun in the sky,” Bai Mo said casually, seemingly oblivious to the turmoil in everyone’s minds. His free left hand pointed upwards, and his gaze seemed to pierce through the dome of the Heavenly Palace Council Hall, which simulated the starry sky, as he looked out at the sky. “It says nothing and cares about nothing.”

His tone was flat.

In fact, from the moment he arrived here and observed the deep integration between Terra and the White Land, and after hearing Vines' report about using the rules to circumvent the Black Tide, it didn't take him long to understand that these cunning people on Terra were essentially hitching a ride on his good corpse's coattails, using the loopholes in the rules he had set up to seek space for survival and development.

But, so what?

The Three Corpses were originally manifestations he cut off from his own consciousness to carry different obsessions.

Since they operate independently, they have their own logic and destiny.

As long as the core fundamental premise—preventing them from directly conflicting with each other and causing collapse—is not violated, how they interact with the outside world and what chain reactions they produce are already established facts that do not require much intervention from Bai Mo.

Just as a gardener, after planting three saplings with distinct characteristics, wouldn't spend all his time correcting the growth direction of each branch, as long as they don't entangle and die, what kind of birds they attract and which patch of grass they shade are already natural evolutionary results that transcend the gardener's initial intentions. He didn't feel much resentment at being used by Terra's "hitchhiking," but rather a kind of indifference overlooking the experiment's progress and a very faint interest.

“The sun…?” Vinnie repeated softly, her gaze complex.

Many immortals around the round table looked up thoughtfully. Although they could not see the real sky from within the Heavenly Palace, this metaphor undoubtedly touched upon another fundamental question they had about this world.

The endless land, this strange space-time where they regrouped, settled, and developed for over a hundred years, does indeed have a regular alternation of day and night.

There is the sun that rises in the east and sets in the west, radiating light and heat; there is the moon that shines with its clear light, waxing and waning; and there are stars that dot the night sky, seemingly following some kind of pattern as they move about.

All of this constitutes the world's most intuitive temporal and spatial rhythms and source of light.

However, the immortals and top scientists of Terra have never ceased their exploration of the nature of the world since they first settled on this land.

They employed every means at their disposal: the divine sense of a true immortal sweeping across the void, the most advanced dimensional detection instruments, and energy-intensive long-distance jump attempts… but the conclusions they reached left them with a sense of emptiness and bewilderment in deep space:
This is a truly "endless" land.

No matter which direction you extend in, whether you travel in a straight line for decades in the fastest spaceship or tear through space to make a super-distance jump, you have never found any sign of a boundary or end.

The earth itself seems to be infinite.

As for the sun, moon, and stars in the sky, after repeated verification, they are more like a grand and intricate projection.

No matter how high you fly, how many layers of atmosphere you penetrate, until you reach the vacuum, the seemingly within-reach starry sky always remains at a constant distance, like a background painted on the dome.

They provide light and heat, and maintain rhythms, but they are not physical stars suspended in the void.

Touching the stars has become an unattainable dream.

Terra's scientists, initially curious but later persistent, have invested a great deal of resources and time in trying to build models to explain the full picture of the endless land.

What exactly is its form of existence?

Is it a plane beyond imagination?

Is it some kind of self-circulating topological structure?

Or is it a special fragment embedded in a higher dimension?

However, precisely because no world boundary of any kind has been found, or a verifiable inflection point of spatial curvature, all theories lack the most crucial empirical support, leading to endless debates and making it impossible to reach a convincing conclusion.

Whether flying upwards, digging downwards to unimaginable depths beyond the Earth's core, or simply moving in any horizontal direction—forward, backward, left, or right—each direction presents a despairing sense of "endlessness."

At most, during the long exploration, we may occasionally discover wormholes or spatial rifts that connect to other spatial layers or demiplanes.

These discoveries, instead of unraveling the mysteries of the endless earth, have only made it seem more enigmatic.

It resembles an infinitely expanding "base," upon which countless "bubble" worlds of varying sizes and rules are attached or connected. (End of Chapter)