I’m Too Strong To Be Immortal

The dark temple carries more than a hundred strong men of the ten realms, passing through a secret time and space passage and escaping into the outer dimensional space.

After galloping for a moment, it stopped, and a ray of light shot out, disappearing into a land of nothingness.

Buzz!

The void trembled violently, ripples spread out in circles, endless black ink, and liquid condensed by strange runes surged out.

Twisting and stretching, spreading disorderly, it instantly turned into a complicated spider web-like formation, covering tens of thousands of light years. A scarlet altar with a vague aura jumped out and floated in the center of the formation.

The pitch-black temple shimmered slightly, falling on the scarlet altar, and rich black light flowed out, closely connected with the formation diagram below.

"The ancient road of conquest! Open!"

boom!

As the God of Death recited the incantation, a bright scarlet light pillar shot out, covering the dark temple, shining fiercely, and then disappeared in an instant, and the altar and array were also hidden.

The next moment, in the depths of the dimension ninety-one billion light-years away from the only true world, the pitch-black temple appeared out of thin air.

Following the same steps, a ray of light shot out, and the array diagram and the scarlet altar appeared again.

"The ancient road of conquest! Open—"

boom! In an instant, the pitch-black temple was extremely far away again.

In this way, after dozens of jumps, we finally arrived at the origin of the alien race.

This is a gray and strange space. The laws and rules of heaven and earth seem to be infected with a trace of malice. It is dark and gloomy, and negativity gathers. The wills of the creatures living here will be contaminated and corrupted.

"Is this the origin of the alien race?"

The deep eyes under the hood of the Witch God flickered slightly. Although his will that had been tampered with by the "Information Editor" contained all the memories of the Witch God, this was his first time here.

Firstly, this place is too far away. Even a strong person in the Tenth Realm cannot reach it by means of escape without special methods.

The second is that the Ancient Conquest Road cannot be activated easily without any special reason. If it attracts probing eyes, it will increase the possibility of exposing one's identity.

The ancient conquest road is a jump formation built by alien races in order to invade the only true world. It is jointly controlled by alien races. Once activated, it will alarm all alien forces.

"Everyone, let's get started!"

The God of Death looked around, and all the ten realms nodded slightly, and their figures flashed and appeared outside the temple at the same time.

Among the hundreds of figures, twelve more stepped out and stood in different directions, forming a circle. They were from the twelve strongest ethnic groups of the alien race. The Endless Abyss and the Evil God Realm had their own sleeping ancient artifacts, so is not included in it.

The God of Death, the Great Dark Sky, the Source of Annihilation, the Witch God... looked at each other, turned their palms at the same time, and took out a strange-looking token. In fact, the twisted and wriggling runes looked like living things.

This time it is necessary to completely activate the sleeping ancient artifact. Compared with the last time when nine tokens were used to awaken the sleeping person for the battle on the endless battlefield, now all twelve tokens are needed.

"The darkness of darkness, the evil of panic!"

"The source of turbidity, the boat to survive misfortune!"

"open--"

Boom!

Twelve gray beams of light shot out from the token and met in the center. The void trembled and shattered, and a huge shadow fell out.

This is an object that is round at the bottom and gradually shrinks upwards, like a drop of water. The surface is dark and extremely smooth, capable of reflecting everything and swallowing everything.

Tick-tock——

The surface of the dark water droplets rippled, and the liquid split apart. There were many strange figures, eyes closed tightly, huddled in it.

"Ancestor! Wake up! The clan needs your power!!"

The God of Death had a fanatical look on his face and pinched the awakening magic formula in his hand. These beings are different from the trash who died on the endless battlefield. They are all extremely powerful beings and have been the supreme leaders of alien races in many eras.

boom!

The figures wrapped in the liquid all opened their eyes, the cold and terrifying aura surged wildly, and the dimension was wailing, disappearing into pitch black chaos.

"Has the battle to break the wall begun?"

"Uh, sir, not yet..."

"Um?"

Click! The ferocious arm, which had always been covered with scales, instantly crossed the void and chaos, inserted into the brain of the God of Death, devoured and digested it, and read many memories.

"Hmph! A bunch of trash!"

"The human race and the guys from the Evil God Realm are very good! Very good!"

"Ahem, evil desire, now is not the time to embarrass these little guys, it is important to solve the current predicament first."

"snort!"

Although Evil Desire was filled with rage, he knew that the current situation was not good and any strength would be useful, so he suppressed his killing intent and retracted his arm.

The God of Death couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. As expected, these old monsters were more bad-tempered than the last, but in order to survive, they had to be awakened.

"My lords, we'd better leave as soon as possible. With your support, we can ensure the safe evacuation of the tribe."

"Well, you're right."

A figure that was so thin that only skin and bones were left stepped out. It was he who spoke and persuaded the tyrannical evil desires. His status and identity were among the best among the many awakened beings.

"You are able to unite. Although it is much late, it is not hopeless. It is not entirely your fault that we have reached this point. The rebellion in the Evil God Realm is indeed unexpected."

"From now on, I will rule the alliance."

"As you command, my lord!"

All the ten realms looked solemn and saluted, not daring to resist at all. The witch god mingled among them, imitating everything, his eyes flickering, trying his best to collect information about these alien sleepers.

There are a total of one hundred and fifty-six people awakened this time. Their auras are extremely terrifying and their strength is immeasurable. In addition to the previous batch, the alien race has stuffed two hundred people into this sleeping ancient artifact. More than fifty sleepers.

It is more advanced than any of the ten realms of sleeping ancient artifacts from the human race. This difference all comes from the different sleeping rules between the two races.

When the human race allocates places, they will take into account the talented children of the younger generation. A large part of the power of ancient artifacts is allocated to low-level monks. Except for the strong men of the ten realms, less than ten low-level creatures of the alien races can enter deep sleep. They are all related households.

The withered figure raised his hand and took the huge water drop ancient artifact suspended in the center of the dark chaos into his hand. Because the ancient artifact of Shen Mian still had its origin, it was much more powerful than ordinary ancient artifacts. Now there is no need to continue to carry Shen Mian. The latter has naturally become a terrifying weapon of attack.

"Let's go back to the only true world first!"

After that, he took the lead to step into the dark temple, followed by many sleepers.

"Congratulations, sir! I, the junior and others, will return first and arrange many matters."

"Go ahead."

An indifferent figure came out of the temple, then started the road of ancient conquest and jumped away.

The God of Death and other ten realms looked at each other, and then their figures collapsed and disappeared. It turned out that what they came to was just a clone of the original particle, and the original body was still sitting in their respective worlds.

Indeed, how could they leave the ethnic group's base camp at will when dangers abounded.

"Destroy..."

The Witch God stopped his pretentious movements, and his will was rippling. After discovering that all the ten realms of the alien race were gone, he nodded with satisfaction.

He has not forgotten the purpose of this trip, and naturally he will not go back easily. That is, when the black water droplet was taken away just now, he noticed something strange.

The figure moved and came to the hiding place of the dark water droplets. He pinched the magic formula with his hand and slashed hard with the strange token, tearing out an illusory gap. His eyes flashed slightly and he squeezed in instantly.

"here it is……"

The Witch God looked solemn, and the scene he saw in front of him was news that did not even exist in his memory.

In this strange space, there is a huge piece of land suspended, one black and one red, intertwined. In the center of the black and red junction, stands a towering stone tablet.

Taking one step forward, the Witch God came to the stone tablet, looked up, and concentrated on the patterns engraved on it.

Starting from the bottom, it depicts a strange void with light balls suspended one after another, ninety-nine in total.

"Ninety-nine? Could it be that this is the origin of the alien world? Then every ball of light is a side of the alien world?"

The Witch God thought thoughtfully. From the very beginning, there were ninety-nine ethnic groups in total. This was common sense known to all beings. After endless years of battles, conflicts with humans, monsters, or internal strife, they were finally consumed and only the remaining Today there are more than thirty branches.

Looking up, the pattern depicts an existence called the Evil God Ancestor. When he traveled through the dimensions, he brought back a black severed arm and returned it to the one that belonged to him at the center of the ninety-nine-square world.

"This should be the Evil God Realm today, right? What is that broken arm? It is so important that it needs to be engraved here."

The Witch God frowned. As the supreme leader of the Witch God Realm, he didn't even know about this information. It should be said that it was concealed.

The pattern continues from bottom to top. After the appearance of the severed arm, the originally evenly matched alien races in the ninety-nine directions began to undergo changes. Centered on the world where the ancestor of the evil god lived, radiating outwards, the closer to the alien races in the evil god world , the higher the chance of giving birth to a strong person, as if there is an unknown force affecting them.

As more and more strong men are born, the will of the alien race begins to become evil, bloodthirsty, and violent for some reason. Especially in the evil god world in the center, the creatures inside have turned into twisted and deformed monsters, without any reason. It is said that at this point, the internal conquests of the foreign tribes began.

I don’t know how long they fought against each other. At a certain moment, the aliens discovered traces of the only true world. Then the civil war ended and the long road of invasion began.

The pattern on the stone tablet came to an end, and finally there were ninety-nine balls of light, embarking on the road of ancient conquest, leaving the place of origin behind.

"Hiss! It turns out that there is indeed an inseparable connection between the alien race and the Evil God Realm. What on earth is that broken arm!?"

"It seems to be the root of everything..."

The Witch God's eyes trembled, and his mind was greatly shocked. It turned out that the alien race was not so evil at first. They got along very well with each other. Everything became completely different after the ancestor of the Evil God brought back the severed arm.

"This is very important information and must be informed to the human race as soon as possible."

The Witch God pressed down to stir up emotions, and with a thought, the clone instantly dissipated.

…

Crash--

“It’s expected, but also a little unexpected.”

Bai Donglin was sitting cross-legged on a Death Star, the endless River Styx was rippling slightly, and all the collected information was digested.

A long time ago, he entangled wisps of the endless Styx around the Ten Realms of the alien race, monitoring all alien movements for him.

As long as it is around the only true world, the information collected can be transmitted to him immediately.

This time the alien race crossed the boundless distance and returned to the place of origin. No matter how powerful the Endless River of Styx was, it could not extend directly across it. Therefore, we can only cut off the connection with the main body and stick to the ten realms of the alien race to peek and store information.

As the Witch God destroyed his clone, the Infinite River Styx also dissipated, and the peeping news was simultaneously transmitted back to the main trunk of the River Styx, and was fully known to Bai Donglin.

In his original understanding, many alien races existed in the Evil God Realm from the beginning, and the broken arm was only acquired by the Evil God Realm later.

Now it seems that it is wrong. The priorities have been reversed. It was the pollution and erosion of the broken arm first, and then the bloodthirsty and violent alien race was born.

Even in the beginning, the aliens were just a group of kind creatures, no different from the other tribes.

"It's a pity that everything is too late. Under the influence of hundreds of billions of years, the alien race has been changed from the very beginning, and there is no room for recovery."

"It's even possible that the real alien races have been completely wiped out in the internal conquests, and what's left are just evil alien monsters bred by the pollution of broken arms!"

Bai Donglin shook his head and sighed. Knowing this only increased his understanding and fear of Broken Arm. The ending of the alien race being annihilated will not change.

Press down your thoughts, slowly close your eyes, and let your thoughts sink into the quantum cloud of thinking.

In a strange, ethereal, slightly illusory space, there is a large boundless chessboard suspended in the center.

This chessboard is formless and has no edges, no vertical and horizontal lines, and the chess pieces are even more peculiar.

An extremely huge irregular elliptical sphere is entrenched in the center of the chessboard, surrounded by boundless fog. The small balls seem to be parasitic on the elliptical sphere, sinking and floating in the fog.

In each sphere, there are countless light points moving. Some light points are very faint, and some are extremely shining. Countless illusory lines closely connect the light points.

"What's your next move?"

A heavenly murmur resounded through the strange space. Looking towards the source of the sound, there was actually a majestic pair of figures sitting cross-legged. Those extremely huge eyes were indifferently looking down at the chessboard, with two twirling sticks. There seemed to be a chess piece held between his fingers.

In the two directions outside the chessboard, there is a mass of fog, which is faintly visible. One is a meandering illusory river, and the other is a bloody broken arm lingering in the black fog.

"My lord! I am a bit confused."

An old figure appeared behind Bai Donglin. He opened his mouth slightly and moved his eyes slightly. Behind the old man, there seemed to be endless eyes standing, all with bright eyes and sparks of wisdom.

"Oh? Mr. Zhuge, please tell me."

Bai Donglin's eyes flashed with curiosity, and he still had a lot of expectations for the think tank he created.

When he was weak, he had the shameful experience of dressing up as a woman, and a method of condensing virtual personality was born.

This method has undergone many evolutions and transformations, and is still of great use today.

The concept of creating a think tank is very simple. In Bai Donglin's view, there are always limitations in individual thinking, which is the bias of personality. Even if this bias is extremely weak, sometimes it will lead to self-consciousness. Knowing the confusion. To put it simply, there is strength in numbers, and three cobblers are equal to Zhuge Liang!

Therefore, Bai Donglin condensed countless virtual personalities, gave them countless knowledge as nourishment, and allowed them to grow wantonly, thus giving birth to this group of think tanks as wise as demons.

They may not be as smart as Bai Donglin, but if they don't put forward some suggestions, they will still make people feel bright and benefit a lot.

This is—the Thinking and Personality Completion Plan!

"My lord, from the current chess game, we can see that this is the most common three-legged situation. This situation reminds me of my lifetime..."

"Tell the important point!"

Bai Donglin rolled his eyes. In order to make the virtual personality perfect, he did instill a lot of things, but he did not come to listen to the Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

"Ahem, obey! Lord, you clearly have the power to overturn the chessboard, why do you still want to spread out between humans and aliens? In fact, there is no need for you to hide, you can be more proactive. Mother River and Broken Arm are restraining each other, no matter what It might threaten you."

"Mr. Zhuge, this is wrong."

A young man wearing myopia glasses stepped out from the shadows, cupped his hands towards Bai Donglin, and then spoke.

"Colonel Chu, do you have any advice?"

"Mr. Zhuge, have you ever heard of the Dark Forest Law?"

"Ah? Shenma Forest?"

"Well, I guess you don't know either. It seems like the chess game is clear now, but it's not."

"Muhe rules the world and has a group of hidden people in his hands. The most important thing is that we don't know much about the strength of Muhe itself. What else besides spiritual slaves? For specific information, we have to wait for Moro's reply ”

"As for the broken arm, it goes without saying that we know very little about it."

"The advantage of our boss is not the current strong strength, but the mother river and Broken Arm. They also don't know the boss's information. Didn't you notice? The boss's many clones are not moving lightly. At most, they are only hidden in some ten realms. In the body, exert force from the side.”

"Mother River, Broken Arm, and the Boss are the hunters walking in the dark forest. Whoever shoots first and exposes the target will be at a disadvantage. Our best choice now is still to quietly accumulate strength."

"This war between the human race and the alien race is actually a test and attack between Muhe and Broken Arm. Muhe may be more proactive and wants to completely eradicate Broken Arm."

"Boss, just stay put and watch the show from the side, accumulate strength, see through their strengths, and finally burst out and take them down successfully!" After Chu Xuan finished speaking, he stood aside and looked at Bai Donglin who was in deep thought. "Colonel Chu is right. I am thinking so now. After all, we don't have many chess pieces in our hands, and now is not the time for the final battle..." Bai Donglin's eyes moved slightly and looked outside the chessboard. There were two bright and shining light spots. His sight was infinitely pulled closer. These light spots turned out to be Xili Feng and Wandering Emperor. Under the strange vision, endless silk threads extended from Bai Donglin, the mother river, and the broken arm, connecting with the endless light spots on the chessboard. At any time, these light spots were moving under the traction of the silk threads. "Don't worry, don't worry, we still have a trump card in our hands..." As Bai Donglin whispered softly, his sight moved infinitely upward. At an infinitely high place, there was a shadow covering the entire strange space. What chessboard, what chess player, were all shrouded under it. Originally a shadow of nothingness, a pair of eyes appeared at some point, flashing with eternal perseverance, very similar to Dao Wuzhong's demeanor.

Boom——

The picture shattered, the sight was withdrawn, looking around, I found that the strange space carrying the chess game, in a nebula, inside the infinite thought light points, were all playing out at the same time.

Infinite superposition, endless.

Move, deduce, replay...

Repeat and repeat, never ending.

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