"For the empire, high-level resources are too limited, and it is extremely difficult for true immortals to kill each other in battle. Exiling them in advance is an impossible solution..."
Ye Dexian, who had just said goodbye to Bai Mo, explained the reason to him before leaving.
They cannot directly affect the catastrophe of reincarnation, because almost without exception, the tribulation monks will make plans in private to find a suitable hidden world to travel through.
The coordinates of these hidden worlds are the biggest secrets of the Tribulation Monks, and they will almost never be shared with anyone.
After all, no one wants to be tracked down by the enemy and killed in advance when they are still weak after traveling through the past.
That would mean death, that is, real death.
"I have asked them to release the coordinates of the Imperial Fleet. If these people are not dead, they should be able to retrieve it in a short time.
And next, reverse spatial domain broadcast will be carried out."
"...Space Domain Broadcasting...Boss, are you trying to...reverse phishing?"
Chen Xi is a sixth-level monk after all, and he is by no means ignorant of the space layer model.
Broadcasting in the space domain is basically equivalent to broadcasting in the universe, playing "My door is always open, and I am waiting for you with open arms"...
"Not in the first stage. I just plan to get them back outside first. Every bit of strength used against me is precious and should not be wasted because of the selfishness of a few people."
"...These words are too..."
"Can I ask another question?"
"explain."
"If...I mean if, I have exhausted all nine lives before you come back, then...will the World-Suppressing Golden Talisman appear?"
"No, it will only be randomly transferred to one of the people closest to you, and it will be passed down from generation to generation until the day I come back."
"Okay... I thought it would take action if my life was in danger."
Hearing Bai Mo's answer, Chen Xi was a little disappointed.
The relationship between myself and my boss was completely severed since the deal with the Nine Lives Phoenix Bloodline.
But the loss only lasted less than a second, and she immediately thought about it again.
"How many monks of the same level as me rarely even get a chance to talk to a true immortal on weekdays, but I can chat for a long time."
"The power of the World-Suppressing Golden Talisman can be activated at once, enough to completely wipe out the entire empire. This is not something you can grasp, even if it is only passively activated."
"..."
"Then your self-rescue plan will also revolve around the World-Zhenshi Golden Talisman."
"The World-Suppressing Golden Talisman is an eighth-level talisman. Boss, your world-destroying evil zombie is also an eighth-level existence when projected... Are you trying to use the golden talisman to fight against the evil zombie?"
"The World-Suppressing Golden Talisman is one side of my power, and the evil corpse is the other side of my power. The power of the three corpses cannot directly interfere with each other."
"..."
As the two chatted without a word, time passed silently for most of the day.
At this time, various relevant news had already spread in the aristocratic circles.
Venis knew Bai Mo's character. He didn't like to repeat one thing multiple times, so she had the general ins and outs of the matter compiled into a document and sent it to all participants.
…
The next day, when the empire was unified, the meeting officially began at 10 a.m.
Ever since humans left the earth and came to the boundless space, the logic of time and the rising and setting of the sun and the moon has been completely reversed.
In the past, the date and time were determined based on the rising and setting of the sun and the autobiographical revolution of the earth.
Now everyone lives in the false sky of Daqian Leader, and the rising and setting of the sun and moon are all man-made scenes. Gu Zai
The sunset was because it was already eighteen o'clock when the empire was unified.
The sun rises because it was already six o'clock when the empire was unified.
The sun rises and the moon sets in the lead ship, in spring, summer, autumn and winter, all must obey the arrangement of the atomic timer.
"Your Majesty, the time has come, please."
Wearing a royal-style dress and a frosty face, Venis slowly entered the scene surrounded by many attendants and watched by countless gazes.
In name, she is still the leader of the empire, and she enters the scene before the other true immortals.
The next person to enter was Bai Mo. He was the first person since the founding of the empire to enter the Hall of Mirrors with the courtesy of a foreign head of state.
Before this, all the forces the empire faced, including the many small worlds it invaded, had no existence that they could take seriously.
The few true immortal-level non-human beings that I occasionally encountered were beaten to death and eaten by dozens of the same level, and they had no chance to come to the Hall of Mirrors for negotiation.
Behind Bai Mo are the incarnations of thirty-two true immortals.
The matter was so important that even a few ascetic monks who never paid attention to worldly matters had to attend in their incarnations.
There is always a crisis of annihilation, and the evil zombies will not kill you just because you are immersed in hard work.
Its obsession is to exterminate all life.
There is no admission process for fifth- and sixth-level councilors under the True Immortal. Their incarnations are directly transported to the corresponding seats by the Hall of Mirrors.
The design of the entire Hall of Mirrors is a bit like a super large circular sports ground.
The immortals were high above the sports field, sitting in a circle hundreds of meters apart.
The nobles below are the "audiences" of the sports ground. The sixth-level monks sit in the upper VIP seats, and the fifth-level monks sit in the ordinary seats below.
"Which one is today's protagonist?"
"I heard he was the overlord of the era hundreds of years ago."
"Your Majesty, who is usually polite to other true immortals, is also very low-key today..."
The venue was silent and solemn because everyone was chatting animatedly privately in small groups.
Of course, they wouldn't chat too much. Not to mention that the real immortal had a "word spirit", the Hall of Mirrors would definitely leave everyone's chat records secretly.
After all, the Hall of Mirrors is not the real world.
However, the risks of gossiping in the real world are not low. Many practitioners who specialize in intelligence gathering or make this profession will learn retroactive spells.
They can trace back what happened somewhere in the past, organize it into information, and sell it to those who need it.
It is precisely because of such spells that pure password verification technology has almost been completely eliminated.
Unless you are a super strong person who is confident enough to ensure that the process of entering your password will not be backtracked, or you go to great lengths to use a psychic interference device to disrupt the backtracking every time you enter your password.
…
"...Everyone, the currently known information has been mentioned in the internal reference documents. In the next time, we need to discuss a complete set of response plans."
Winis didn't have any polite words, because she knew that almost all the real immortals present knew Bai Mo. As for the real immortals, they were just the audience and the atmosphere group.
The owners of the thirty-four chairs high in the sky are the protagonists today.
But it seemed that the chair Bai Mo was sitting on was very far away from everyone else.
Especially the Four Sacred Beasts and Kirkov sat directly opposite Bai Mo.
The only one that's slightly closer is Xu Xuan Ling's position.