Chapter 854 The Babel Tower of the Ghosts, the Alternative Immortality
"We can no longer keep up with the footsteps of the sect master." The bearded patriarch wearing animal skins let out a long sigh.
A bunch of Taoist geniuses lowered their heads together, ashamed.
In the beginning, they actually had some ideas. They were here to provide backing and support to the sect owner.
However, the reality is different from imagination.
What strength and achievements they had during their lifetimes, at most they have a foundation here. In fact, everyone can be considered to have a similar starting line.
They can be slightly faster than others because the sect master has prepared opportunities for them.
Now they don't know what happened to their sect leader, but they are still down there, unable to help at all.
"The Patriarch's lesson is extremely true." Everyone bowed their heads to receive the lesson.
The matter of the Naihe Bridge has been stabilized. Now there are only two people left who are focusing on this matter. They are constantly resting and reinforcing it. They are trying every means to make this bridge stable forever. It is best to be able to withstand all kinds of aftermath.
One specializes in pure construction skills, and the other begins to think of ways to study how to enter the Nai River without dying.
There is no need to study the methods used by their sect masters. Those methods that are not capable of dissemination are useless if studied. What they want is a method that can be copied and disseminated, even if it is only limited dissemination.
"There are many warning signs left by the sect master. Every Jedi we encountered in the Land of Underworld has warning signs left by the sect master. Each warning sign is actually an opportunity given to us by the sect master.
You should hurry up and bite off more than you can chew. You should find something that suits you as soon as possible, and then find a way to get out of here and move on.
There are already many people who have escaped from the Land of Hell, and the sect leader alone will definitely be in danger.
Even if all the undead knew that the bridge was built by our Taoist sect, there would probably only be a few people who would appreciate our affection.
And since the sect master is alone in front, I’m afraid his identity won’t be exposed…”
Big Beard asked others to think of solutions and work together.
"Grandmaster, I observe that the method for the undead to leave the Land of the Underworld is completely incompatible with the way for the undead to descend from the Jedi Land and for us to enter this place.
They need to resolve their big obsessions, but we are not necessarily able to do so. Moreover, I once watched one of the spirits who descended from the dead transcend his big obsessions. When he left, he seemed to walk away in the air and soar upwards.
Behind the land of underworld, it may not be isolated from the underworld, but on top..."
Xu Tianyan, who walks the longest road in the Land of Underworld and visits the most Jedi places, is called exploration, but is actually trying to find opportunities for you. Xu Tianyan spoke.
"What do you mean? Can't you still use it to fly up instantly? It's not like you haven't tried it before when you crossed the Naihe River. It's definitely not that simple..."
Bu Mingbai replied casually.
Then, right after, he saw a bunch of geniuses staring straight at him.
"What are you looking at me doing?"
"You are really a genius for being the first to wake up." The bearded man couldn't help praising Bu Mingbai.
"That's very good. We have ignored what happened before. We can give it a try. The same method as crossing the Nai River. We built a bridge before and now we build a Tower of Babel."
"Yes, yes, it just so happens that I have constructed the structure of the Underworld and have found the center of the place. If the speculation is true, above this place is the next level. If we build the Babel Tower here, we will definitely be able to reach the next level.
"Xu Tianyan waved his hand, and the overall appearance of the Land of Underworld evolved.
A group of people started brainstorming, and various ideas began to emerge.
Even the guy who was still studying bridge construction was brought back and asked to contract a new project, a very challenging new project.
At least this time, there is no need to spend a lot of time doing blind prospecting, all that is required is pure technical content.
Ever since, the second project of Daomen has begun.
Collecting materials is simple and can be found in various Jedi. Now the conditions are much better than before. This is why we study upgrading Naihe Bridge.
Want to find someone?
It's simple. In the land of hell, there are many undead spirits of all kinds who are willing to work for free.
After all, this is something that benefits everyone.
The vigorous construction of the tower began immediately.
"What a group of talents." The novelist moved the chair given by Qin Yang and sat on the top of the mountain. Looking at the Tower of Babel that changed every day, he couldn't help but sigh again.
Twenty years later, a giant tower that was thick at the bottom and thin at the top, like a giant tower ascending up to the sky, appeared in the center of the Land of the Underworld.
Only the purest skills can cross the boundaries and not be suppressed by the land of the dead.
Therefore, when building the Tower of Babel, they did not dare to use any techniques except for grinding, cutting, plasticizing, transporting materials and other steps, and not a single rune was inlaid on it.
I am afraid that the Tower of Babel, which I have spent so much effort and effort to build, will not be able to reach the sky or cross the boundary in the end.
This step must be strictly controlled. Otherwise, they may build a Tower of Babel that can span the height of the world, but they will not be able to cross that invisible boundary.
A group of geniuses have long summarized the rules of this world of the dead.
When the Babel Tower was built and exceeded 129,600 feet, a huge floating island suddenly appeared in the empty sky above, like a large shadow, covering the sky.
But when the people who built the tower walked down to the highest level, the floating island immediately disappeared without a trace.
The Tower of Babel plan was successful.
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Qin Jingye continued to sit by the Prime Minister's coffin, waiting quietly for anyone to come.
"Suddenly, a lot more people came. Within an hour, three people came."
The dark wind swept by and after it dissipated, a man with a folding fan and an angry look walked out of the dark wind.
"Master!"
Bu Mingbai quickly stepped forward to greet him.
"It turns out it's you. Besides, I'm not the leader of your sect. You got the wrong person."
"The sect master walked too fast. We tried our best to catch up. I believe that in a few days, many of your fellow sects will come up."
"Huh?" Qin Yang asked.
"It's like this. With the help of the opportunity left by the sect master, we...Bara Bala...So, we built a Tower of Babel, which was a blessing from heaven. Fortunately, it became..."
"Huh???" Qin Yang had a question mark on his face.
Is this even possible?
By the way, Taoist sects are easily targeted. Is it because the brain circuits of these geniuses are always different from those of ordinary people?
If you mess up, it's okay, just choose a normal brain circuit and you'll be done.
"Master, is there any problem?"
"No, there is no problem at all. Pure skills and one-word tactics are completely unaffected here. You just built a Babel Tower with a height of more than 100,000 feet."
Qin Yang shook his head decisively. In comparison, this Babel Tower was no longer a problem.
After understanding the following situation, Qin Yang took out a small notebook and pen.
The procedures that need to be followed still need to be followed.
"That's it, there are two choices before you now, oh, no, three, it depends on which one you choose."
1. Being given a white account to go to the afterlife. According to the data fed back by Wang Baiqiang, although being given a white account is equivalent to changing a person, a brand new creature, this kind of human race has a higher probability of rebirth as a human race, and the talents are all
Pretty good.
Second, the disadvantage of directly carrying memories to the next life is that the probability of being reborn as a human being is relatively low, but the advantage is that you have experience. Even if you are less talented and no longer a human being, the chance of starting over will be higher than the former.
After all, if no one guides the former, he may just become a somewhat spiritual mortal in a remote mountain village and spend his short life as a mortal.
The third way, of course, is to stay here. Maybe if these guys stay here, they will be more useful.
Since he was from the Taoist sect, Qin Yang saved a lot of words to deceive people and directly gave Bu Ming a multiple-choice question to do in vain.
"Well, let's stay here first and ask the ancestor for advice." Bu Mingbai did not make his own decision.
"Ha..." Qin Yang curled his lips. As the sect leader, he was the sect leader with a mouth. If something happened, he had to listen to the bearded ancestor.
"Of course, the Patriarch hasn't come yet, I'll listen to the sect master." Bu Mingbai couldn't say a word.
"I suggest you choose the first one."
"Then I choose the second one."
Qin Yang curled his lips and said to himself, "Fortunately, I don't think that I am the leader of your Laoshizi Sect. Let's see. If I say choose the first one, you should choose the second one."
I originally thought that since you are one of the few friendly people here, I would give you a chance to choose, but I never thought that you might as well help him choose yourself.
Qin Yang didn't bother to talk anymore, and directly let Bu Mingbai regain his life, and then cut off the memory of Bu Mingbai's choice after seeing him, so that this guy would know that he could control the first and second choices.
After all, nominally, he can only send people to the afterlife, but all the details and everything are uncontrollable and can be determined randomly.
After sending Bu Mingbai away, Qin Yang sighed.
This group of geniuses were messing around, and he could already imagine that the undead arriving here would enter a major outbreak stage next.
The number of test subjects he wants will indeed increase, but this time there will be so many that he can't take care of them at all.
Moreover, he is now apparently a member of the Fengdu Emperor's family, and he also pretends to be a member of the Fujun family. With fewer people, the operation is easier, but with more people, the risk of overturning will skyrocket.
Not to mention, the people who came now were not affiliated with that many forces during their lifetimes.
After thinking about it, I still feel that I am weak and need to find someone to share the burden.
Qin Yang came to the Prime Minister's coffin to watch. This guy has really been dead since his relapse, and he hasn't woken up yet.
"Xiang Si, please wake up quickly and do something. Don't just sleep as a token."
…
On the eighty-first floating island, a whirlpool rolled up in the void at the end. Under the interplay of light and shadow, rays of divine light emerged, as if there was a large pen sketching in the sky, depicting a magnificent gate.
The huge door is completely black, like gold or jade. On each of the two doors, there is a huge relief sculpture of a skull, as if it is reaching out to close the door, or pushing it open.
Under the huge skeleton relief, the bones of various creatures are intertwined and imprinted on the giant door.
When the giant gate was condensed, the sound of heaven descended and turned into a concrete musical note, lingering near the giant gate. It was strange and evil, but it was also filled with the meaning of the righteous way of heaven and earth.
The moment the giant gate appeared, several figures appeared out of thin air on the edge of the floating island.
A silent swordsman, he had met Qin Yang once before. After nodding to each other, they went their separate ways.
One is Zhenren Xiao who disappeared into the Land of Underworld. This person left the Land of Underworld only after taking the right path and resolving his big obsessions.
There is also a person shrouded in darkness, only the figure can be seen, and it is unknown what race he is.
Immediately afterwards, Siming appeared. He just glanced at it from a distance and immediately turned around and left.
…
"Sir, that's how it is. As soon as the door appears, my subordinates are here."
"Oh, don't worry about that door. Anyway, no one will be able to open the door and get in for a while. We have more important things now."
Qin Yang just listened to Siming's description and immediately gave up the idea of joining in the fun.
His purpose is not to go there to fight for anything. Besides, based on his rich experience, he can probably deduce that those who rush to the front will most likely not get anything, and those who come after will get all the benefits.
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"Can you understand?" Qin Yang threw a plan to Siming, which listed in detail how to operate and how to build a temporary department, the afterlife department.
"I can understand it if I can, but..."
"What is that?" Qin Yang glanced at the Si Xiang's coffin, which was watching, and kicked it gently: "Si Xiang, don't sleep, get up and work. I can't do this work."
"Sir, I promise to complete it." Siming quickly swallowed the words in his mouth and went down to do the work honestly.
He quietly glanced at the coffin of the Si Xiang and said to himself, the master that the Si Xiang has recruited this time is not ordinary strong, otherwise he would not dare to speak to the Si Xiang like this.
However, if you die, it really won't be a big problem.
Si Ming, a familiar face from the ancient underworld, began to work to prepare for the coming wave of undead.
As expected, the day of just talking and doing only the most critical core steps has finally come to light, although it is not quite what we imagined.
Si Ming is very easy to use. He is the warden of Zhenling Prison. The best thing is that he is the Prime Minister. He can be completely trusted and can be used at will. If it doesn't work, just sacrifice the Prime Minister.
OK.
In just a few days, Siming had already found some old members of the ancient underworld from the tide of undead, and recruited some undead to do some peripheral hard work.
Ever since, the first floating island and simple buildings began to appear rapidly.
At the edge, a decent reception platform was also built, where the staff of the ancient underworld received the souls of the dead and sent them to the Ministry of the Past.
The recorders began to record the life of the other party. The newly recruited peripheral personnel acted as thugs and captured those who were uncooperative.
If there is a big boss you can't afford to offend, please go in first and hand it over to Minister Qin. Qin Yang will go to the battle in person. After consulting the other party's opinion, if you love to die and don't want to die, let the other party go forward and clearly inform the other party.
There is no hair on the front.
A few months have passed, and the first wave of undead outbreaks has finally ended.
So, as a benefit, the first batch of employees, especially those who completed the recording work and had to be cut off to record their memories, received a benefit that they could pass away.
The gossip circulating internally is that Minister Qin is particularly concerned about the afterlife. It is said that after the death, the chance of good talents will be higher.
Therefore, everyone is more positive...
After all, I have been in the Realm of the Dead for a long time. No one knows what this ghost place is like.
After seeing off the record-keeping staff, Qin Yang lay on the recliner, flipping through the experimental materials he had been working on for several months, and sighed.
If he had done this by himself, he would have been busy for decades without sleep.
It's better to be organized. The boss can just talk and master the core technology, and leave the hard work to the people below.
There are tens of thousands of experimental participants, of all kinds. Even if only 10% of them have feedback, it is enough to support some conclusions and enough for him to draw some rules.
And there will be a steady stream of undead appearing in the future. As long as you have mastered it, you can summarize it.
The only possible escape route for him at present may become a real retreat and a more perfect choice.
If after death, everything could easily be restored to its original state without any effort, then Qin Yang would have no interest in staying here any longer.
As for the fight between those giants, if you can't get involved, don't get involved. Wouldn't it be nice to return to the world of the living and resurrect?
It's best to have a complete and controllable escape route before those giants arrive. When the time comes, if someone is unhappy, he will just flip the table and run away. Anyone who has the ability will be chased out of the Realm of the Dead and beaten to death.
Don't be afraid even if you are chased out. At worst, after being beaten to death, you will go around the world of the dead and then go back.
Eh?
Thinking about it this way, isn't this another kind of immortality?
And you can change your vest every time, and no one will know.
When he thought of this, Qin Yang immediately turned over and jumped up, full of energy.