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Chapter 210: Prehistoric Times

"We have a total of seven leading ships and 500 million imperial people. We can rebuild civilization wherever we put it..."

"They can't get too close, otherwise the new world will be discovered."

Several true immortals have decided to reincarnate in a new world, so naturally they cannot let their former subordinates colonize this world with a backhand.

Each Daqian leader ship has a complete set of imperial technical data recorded on it. As long as there are enough resources, these hundreds of millions of people can grow back to their previous scale in just a few years.

No matter what they say, they are still a civilization with hundreds of years of interstellar plundering experience... It would be abnormal not to eat it when you see this piece of fat next to you.

If when the new world is invaded, all the true immortals have not yet recovered their memory and strength, and are killed as natives, it will be an unjust death.

"..."

"Let's do this. Let's make an ascension mechanism to turn the new world into the upper world. Newcomers who become immortals from the leader world will be automatically brought in, and then we will tell the truth about this secret door..."

"...Finally, give them a ride."

After some discussion, the true immortals finally reached an agreement and decided to make the new world created by everyone jointly into the upper realm of the leader worlds in terms of spatial structure.

This can be considered their biggest compromise.

If it weren't for the fact that they were all close relatives of everyone who followed, a few true immortals would have even thought of wiping everyone out because they didn't want to take unnecessary risks during the tribulation of reincarnation.

Being kidnapped and turned into a slave by his subordinates who didn't recognize him as a native, or even killed as a wild animal, is not a fun plot.

In the hundreds of years since the empire opened up to the outside world, it has never truly treated the indigenous people of the colonial world as equals.

It's fun to rob others, but it's not fun to be robbed.

After reaching an agreement, the seven true immortals and the incarnation of Bai Mo began the final preparations.

Thanks to their ability to move mountains and reclaim seas with one thought, they were able to complete various arrangements in just three days.



"Okay, I'm going to take action."

On this desolate planet, Bai Mo looked at the seven people sitting in front of him and calmly recited the death declaration.

Yes, death announcement.

After some discussion, they decided to let Bai Mo's incarnation be the executor and let him detonate the secret door on everyone.

Because everyone is worried that if they commit suicide individually, what if the last person to die stops?

Even if a couple in love commits suicide together, it may happen that one partner dies and the other partner gives up at the last moment.

Not to mention they don't have that much trust at all.

With the speed of a true immortal, if he really wanted to fake his movements to deceive others, it would be enough to slow down his movements by only 0.01 second.

So several people unanimously chose white ink.

Let him take action to ensure fairness.



The time has come.

With a bang, and an explosion that resounded throughout the desolate planet, overwhelming white mist poured out from Bai Mo's body and rushed towards the seven people.

"thump."

"thump."



In the sea of ​​fog, there were several sounds like bursting bubbles.

The bodies of the seven true immortals began to collapse.

The originally ultra-high-density immortal body expanded rapidly out of control and turned into huge clouds of matter.

If there is no other interference, these corpses will become the foundation of a small world like a whale falling, perhaps nourishing many lives in countless years.

Yun Jie, who actively shut down most of his external perceptions, felt that the strength in his whole body was rapidly passing away, and his consciousness gradually became blurred, just like the past samsara tribulations.

At the last moment when his consciousness was still a little clear, he looked at the colorful world with his remaining eyes.

This world is made up of the space of the seven Great Thousand Leader Ships they brought.

The threat of the black tide is no longer there, and there is no need for them to wander anymore.

Just settle here.

At least this thousand years.

Everyone is tired.

Stop, stop, take a break.

There is no crazy Bai Mo here.



Seven huge material clouds, pulled by Bai Mo, took the initiative to crash into the planet.

In an instant, streaks of lightning exploded from the surface of the planet and shot straight into the sky, like plasma cannons shooting up into the sky, emitting shocking light and heat.

The surface of the nameless planet was almost completely broken, and countless rubbles, mountains, and giant rocks were shot out, spurting out into the vacuum of the universe.

But the next moment, everything seemed like the video had been rewinded.

The light and heat sprayed outwards, as well as countless rubbles, all began to collapse inward.

Go in the opposite direction towards the core of the earth shrouded in endless white mist and merge into it.

I don't know how much time has passed.

All solid matter in the void disappeared, leaving only a small dot of white mist.

And out of nowhere, a half-empty, half-real giant ax suddenly appeared.

The size of the giant ax is smaller than that of a white dot, which is simply the difference between the earth and a ping pong ball.

The next moment, the illusory giant ax seemed to be controlled by an invisible man and struck straight at the white singularity.

Open the sky!

Create land!

Just like a forty-meter-long sword, accurately cutting a fly in half in the distance.

The giant ax with a size difference comparable to that of the earth and a table tennis ball split the white singularity with incomparable accuracy.

Infinite light.

No caloric.

The white singularity split into two halves, bursting out endless matter and energy.

A new world of chaos was born!

As time goes by, the energy of chaos also begins to differentiate.

The upper half gradually becomes clear,

"It seems that the creation method of the endless land is more interesting..."

This is the last sentence left in the chaotic world of the void. I don’t know who said it.



"Dear Yu, when I saw this letter, due to some special reasons that could not be recorded, I had already started another reincarnation tribulation with six other true immortals.

The world of our reincarnation is the upper realm of the Colorful Realm, the prehistoric realm. I am very sorry that there are many things in it that I cannot go into details.

Remember, don’t become an immortal and ascend at will..."

In the colorful world, when Yun Jie's wife Yue Yu woke up from her dormant cabin, she saw such a letter left for herself.

"Ascension to the Great Desolate World? You guy, you left us three behind without saying a word!!!"

It took her a while to slowly digest what the letter contained about prehistoric times, the colorful world, and ascension.

According to what was said in the letter, the seven true immortals merged the seven Great Thousand Leader Ships into a large settled world and named it the Colorful World.

Human beings no longer need to wander.

And all the true immortals have ascended to a new world called Honghuang.

When a new immortal is born in the Colorful World, the other party will automatically ascend to the Great Desolate World.

As for why they did this, none of the immortals mentioned it in the messages left to their cronies.

This has also become an eternal mystery in the colorful world.

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