Chapter 567 The Truth

After thousands of years, no matter how closed or ignorant the upper levels of the Wild World are, they have enough time and energy to think about everything about this world.

A long time ago, a handful of bloodline monks who had cultivated to the point where they were infinitely close to the perfection of the god-level discovered that there seemed to be an unknown force in this world that restricted everyone's idea of ​​​​peeping into the power of a higher level above the god-level.

They tried many methods to break this hopeless blockade and open up a path to heaven for themselves and their descendants, but after nearly a thousand years of attempts by an entire generation, they all ended up in vain.

The first generation after the Star Torch appeared and died in despair.

There were speculations in countless directions. In order to have a longer lifespan and stronger power, the bloodline families used all available resources to find the answer.

The result was the one they were least willing to accept.

The overt and covert evidence suggested to them that the truth was probably in the hands of the "ancestor", who might be the mastermind behind the scenes.

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The disaster soon struck. Just as the truth was being analyzed and the angry bloodline monks were busy preparing to "defy the heavens", those among them who were determined to resist suddenly disappeared on a dark and windy night.

The life lamp left in the family ancestral hall flickered and was still bright, but no one saw any trace of them again. It was not until several months later that their life lamp slowly went out.

This incident shocked everyone who knew the truth.

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Due to the restrictions of the original core rules, Star Torch is absolutely prohibited from harming any indigenous human in the wilderness.

This was a hidden hand left by its creator Yuan Wuchu. Although he didn't know what the Three Laws of Robots were, he still considered the possibility of the magic spirit losing control and killing all human beings in madness.

In order to prevent such terrible things from happening, he added such a top order.

After all, his positioning of the Star Torch is to be a public servant who protects the human race through a dangerous period and serves the human race after the masters of several great gods have left one after another.

No matter what a servant says, he should not be able to harm his master.

But he couldn't figure it out. Even if Xingju couldn't kill anyone himself due to the rules, he still had a lot of loopholes to exploit.

For example, this time, it used its space transfer ability to forcibly teleport all the opponents to Yaoxie's base camp, allowing them to fight to the death in the encirclement.

What it cares about is the golden age of the human race as a whole, and individuals are irrelevant.

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The unexplained disappearance of their comrades allowed those who "survived" to truly confirm the identity of the black hand. However, they became even more desperate because it was an existence that they were unable to resist and could not tell outsiders.

The seventh-level Star Torch, which is capable of affecting the information level, once it deliberately pays attention to such things, even telling the truth to future generations is just a luxury.

Completely disappointed, they recorded their findings in the most covert ways imaginable.

Encrypted texts, maps, scrolls, decorations...all the carriers that can record information are used by these desperate people.

With no way ahead, they have lost the motivation to continue practicing. The only hope at this time is to "beat the world", bypass Xingju's information blockade, and tell future generations what they have discovered.

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A large part of these carriers were destroyed by the Star Torch, but a handful still escaped and were passed down to future generations.

It is a pity that not long after the second generation spent a lot of effort to decipher the few words left by their predecessors, the time traveler from the Nanxuan family appeared out of the blue, breaking through to the god level with lightning speed, and then broke through. Soaring in the air, the second-generation bloodline monks mistook the words that the first-generation predecessors had painstakingly left behind as the wail of a defeated dog.

They feel that since someone of their generation can break through to the god level, the so-called ancestors in the records of their predecessors blocking the way forward and banning all powers above the god level have completely become an excuse for failure to break through.

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Duan Dehuai thought of the scrap of cloth he found in a dusty old warehouse when he was a child, with blood written on it.

The blood on the remaining cloth had already turned black.

"I was about to die. I wanted to keep my skills, but I was just a little short of it. I could already defeat the dragon-level monk, but I couldn't defeat him in the end.

But I believe that if my life goes on, one day I will break its neck.

That kind of power is the roar of the ocean, the vibration of the void, the heaviness of the earth... Only brand-new external power, pure external power, can defeat it.

Give up the source seed, give up the power of blood, use iron will, and use the most cruel method to sharpen the body... Only in this way can you get something that can truly defeat it. "

He still remembered that he didn't know which senior left the same reddish-brown but obviously different font on the bottom of that piece of rag.

Even when he was young at the time, he didn't take it seriously. He was from a bloodline family, a genius from one of the four major families. Only a fool would give up the infinite power brought by his bloodline.

However, as his cultivation deepened and Duan Dehuai, who was stagnant at the divine level and could vaguely feel the boundaries, his thoughts gradually began to change.

But there was no turning back. The eyes of his peers and the heavy burden of his family did not allow him to waste his efforts and rebuild his career and try that crazy idea.

He could only continue the play all the way, playing the role of an ordinary king, burying all the doubts deep in his mind, until the day he died, unless something unexpected happened.

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"I want to know an answer." He looked at Xingju fearlessly.

"Yuanzhong, is this your way of controlling everyone?" Duan Dehuai then asked the question that everyone behind him wanted to know the most.

"The path of the Source Seed is a dead end. I don't want you to follow in the footsteps of your master." Xing Ju gave an answer that was beyond their expectations.

"Then why did you let us use the source seed to condense the power of blood?!" Duan Dehuai became even more angry.

"As long as it doesn't break through to the god level, there is no problem with the source seed's power."

"Why can that person from the Nanxuan family succeed?"

"His soul is the Demon from Beyond. I cannot fully control it, and the life and death of the Demon from Beyond has nothing to do with my mission." After thinking for a second, Xingju answered very frankly.

After all, it is a magical program that has no feelings. The travelers who arrive inexplicably are not within the originally set protection range of the human race.

Therefore, even if he embarked on the dead end of breaking through the seventh level, Xing Ju did not stop him in any way. He just banished him to other space layers after the opponent succeeded in breaking through to prevent a new Taoist lunatic from destroying the world.