Mythological origin

Fight?
Bai Mo glanced at Shi Huachong.

He remains as belligerent as he was hundreds of years ago on Earth.

However, this is not really a drawback; the greatest principle in the world is still physics.

Especially for true immortals who stand at the pinnacle of extraordinary power, each person is the embodiment of ultimate martial power.

Whether you use it or not, the power is there.

This principle is simple to explain, but few people truly understand it.

Ordinary people always think that the greater the power, the more concerns they have, and when they reach a certain level, they become constrained.

In reality, the opposite is true. When one stands at the pinnacle of individual power, one is more free than ever before.

No need to weigh the pros and cons, no need to consider the consequences, just do what you want, fight when you want, like a madman.

……

When Shi Huachong talked about the battle he had fought, everyone looked at Bai Mo first.

The reason is simple: a person's name, a tree's shadow, and strength.

This word is everything.

In Terra, you can be ignorant of politics, not good at socializing, and have all sorts of personality flaws, but as long as you have the ability, everyone will make way for you.

It's true that Shi Huachong is a warmonger, but nobody thinks there's anything wrong with that.

Because his fists are hard enough, he has the right to be wary.

Similarly, Bai Mo's ability to attract everyone's attention is not due to any power struggles or connections. It's simply because of one word—strength.

……

Bai Mo faced the crowd without saying a word, but the faint shadows of two short swords, one black and one white, began to appear on his back.

The phantom was faint at first, but soon the outlines of the two swords became clear, and a kind of heart-palpitating power flowed through the swords, like breathing, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, sometimes rising and sometimes falling.

The black and white colors are intertwined, neither blending nor repelling each other.

The immortals present fell silent without prior agreement.

They remembered that fluctuation of power.

"This is... a black and white Rakshasa?!"

Some sharp-eyed immortals have already recognized the origin of the twin swords.

That was the mysterious power that came from some unknown dimension and instantly shattered Bai Mo's body.

It utilizes a hidden door at the bottom layer of the spiritual particle.

This hidden door runs through the entire process of humanity's journey to transcendence. From the most basic cultivators to the true immortals at the very top, everyone has been affected by it.

No one knows how long it has existed, nor when it was buried.

Perhaps it was there from the very beginning of the path to transcendence, or perhaps it was a backdoor deliberately left by some being long ago.

It wasn't until Bai Mo made it public that this became known to the world.

……

Regardless of whether they agree with Bai Mo's other thoughts and ideas, the upper echelons of Terra have always admired Bai Mo's open-source spirit.

The true immortals of Terra repaired it in the shortest possible time and changed all the derived fundamental laws so that future generations would no longer be affected by it.

Ultimately, this vulnerability was named Black and White Rakshasa based on its initial appearance.

"We've all been misled by this war maniac. We should take advantage of this spiritual loophole and organize a decisive battle to take all the True Immortals from the Divine Ruins away."

When the immortals saw Bai Mo display the power of his two swords, they instantly understood his meaning.

Shi Huachong's idea was correct, and Zhan Kuang's intuition was also correct. When it really comes down to a fight, it's time to go head-to-head.

But Bai Mo's thinking was obviously more direct—if a war were to break out, there was no need for a head-on confrontation; if a quick kill was possible, there was no need to drag it out, as delays could lead to unforeseen changes.

True Immortals have too many trump cards to protect themselves. Even with ten times the power to surround and kill a True Immortal, there's a considerable chance of failure. Since the Black and White Rakshasa haven't been fixed by the Divine Ruins, let's use that loophole to wipe them all out in one fell swoop.

Simple, direct, and effective.

However, at this moment, there was one person present who had a completely different expression from the others.

The Seven Emotions True Lord.

Looking at the two swords behind Bai Mo, she looked as if she had seen a ghost.

"Ok?"

Bai Mo also looked back.

He noticed the unusual behavior of the Seven Emotions True Lord.

Not only him, but everyone present noticed this.

Some people frowned, some were confused, and some began to whisper among themselves.

"Master?"

Ji Qingxuan was the first to speak.

Having studied under the Seven Emotions True Lord for many years, even when facing more powerful immortals within the Divine Ruins, he had never seen the other party display such an expression.

In her memory, although the Seven Emotions True Lord was not of a very high status, he was still a veteran True Immortal with rich experience, who had seen many storms and experienced life and death. He should not show this kind of appearance.

"Who...who are you?! It's no use to me, it's no use to me..."

The Seven Emotions True Lord's voice trembled, his lips quivered, and he seemed to be trapped in some terrible memory from which he could not extricate himself.

She kept repeating it softly, as if chanting a mantra, or as if trying to convince herself.

That appearance left the True Immortals present looking at each other in bewilderment.

The people on Terra's side didn't know much about the internal situation of the Divine Ruins, but whether it was Shi Huachong, Titch, or the others, they could all sense something unusual from the Seven Emotions True Monarch's reaction.

Bai Mo frowned, looking calmly at the Seven Emotions True Monarch, and asked, "You also recognize this power?"

He displayed the two swords primarily to confirm with the Seven Emotions True Lord whether the power of the Black and White Rakshasa could instantly kill the True Immortals of the Divine Ruins.

After all, the Seven Emotions True Lord came from the Divine Ruins and was a survivor of that great battle; he knew the true immortals of the Divine Ruins better than anyone else. Asking her was the most direct and effective way.

But the other party's reaction was a bit off.

"What is your relationship with the Daoist of Time? You're just a member of the Immortal Clan from the Divine Ruins!"

The Seven Emotions True Lord threw out a bunch of terms, leaving everyone stunned.

Time Daoist?

Immortal Clan?

Upon hearing these two words, many people present showed expressions of confusion.

They had learned about the Divine Ruins from their initial intelligence, but who was Bai Mo? He was the most upright and righteous first-generation seeker of the Dao on Earth. How could he possibly be the immortal race that the other party mentioned?

The Time Daoist is one of the strongest beings in the Divine Ruins.

Legend has it that a thousand years ago, he was the leader of the invaders from the Tian Shuo Great World, who defeated the original native forces of the Divine Ruins World, occupied the entire world, and gradually transformed the Divine Ruins into what it is today.

The Immortal Clan refers to the group of people who followed the Daoist of Time into the pass and their descendants.

As a participant, the Seven Emotions True Lord witnessed firsthand how the army of this Time Dao Venerable, with the power of the Black and White Rakshasa displayed by Bai Mo, instantly annihilated the natives of the Divine Ruins World, leaving them with no power to resist.

It was a complete massacre.

If she hadn't realized the situation was dire and surrendered and led the way at lightning speed, she too would have inevitably become a victim of the Rakshasa's power.

Even now, thinking about that scene still sends chills down Seven Emotions True Monarch's spine.

She had never seen an immortal die so easily, like someone fighting with a thug, getting stabbed in the back and gone.

P.S.: I made a short animation for this book; you can find it by searching the book's name. I wrote the script, and the content is basically unchanged. However, I feel that the AI's work on these things is still somewhat unsatisfactory. (End of Chapter)