"The teleportation circle in the palace seems a bit overwhelmed."
When Venis brought people to the scene, what they saw was a teleportation circle that was riddled with scars and should have fallen apart on the spot. It was driven by some weird power and was operating in an incredible form.
It feels like a normal person who has been cut into twenty or thirty pieces, but all the blood still flows along the original arrangement of blood vessels, falling from one section of the blood vessels to another section without any errors.
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A man who is torn apart, yet strangely maintaining his vital signs.
"It's very good. Using such materials, we can lay out a magic circle capable of teleporting to the seventh level."
"Why is there something wrong with today's transmission?"
Before Bai Mo finished speaking, Como followed closely with questions.
He also followed to Sanssouci Palace.
Then he noticed the teleportation formation under his feet that seemed to be crumbling, but was holding on to the last bit of stubbornness.
"Please step aside first." Venis waved her hand gently, stopping the royal honor guard who was preparing to sing the national anthem to welcome them according to the rules.
Everyone was relieved and left with a standard exit ceremony.
Although each of them is at the fourth level, facing two true immortals who have not suppressed their own spiritual pressure, the suppression derived from life instinct is still very uncomfortable.
"Do you like this style? Do you want tea or wine?" Weinis waved her hand gently again, and the scene in front of her changed from a monotonous broken teleportation array to a teahouse with ancient Huaya characteristics.
Yes, Ancient Huaya, after all, this was a popular style hundreds of years ago. The Huaya Federation is already a historical term like the Ming Dynasty and the Song Dynasty, but it only still lives in the hearts of a very few people.
For the new generation who were born on a spaceship and most likely died on a leading ship, that is not even a test point in history textbooks.
However, Venis knows that many old antiques are just like this, so she specially saved such a skin.
Sanssouci Palace is a giant building that is essentially composed of countless nano-robots. Its reception room can be instantly replaced with a total of more than a hundred pre-preserved skins according to the user's preferences to meet different aesthetic needs.
After all, people in the empire vary greatly in age. There are old antiques who have lived from the chaotic era to the present, and there are also new fashionistas. Each generation has its own favorite style, and their aesthetics are extremely diverse.
If you don't prepare more skin, many people will feel strange.
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"Tea." Bai Mo skillfully grabbed a handful of the free nanorobots around him and shaped it into a tea cup.
"Wizard Como, please sit down too."
Como, who had been to Sanssouci Palace countless times, held his right hand empty, pretending to be holding the emperor's new cup.
Then the Queen gave him a real tea cup.
There are not many human servants in the entire Sanssouci Palace because there are these nano-robots with countless programmed functions.
As long as Venis releases permissions to visitors, guests can get the services and items they want at a thought.
Of course, for the sake of ostentation, the royal maid corps is still a regular presence, but they rarely need to appear.
After hundreds of years of technological development, nanorobots have been widely used in various fields of the empire. After all, the joy of having your thoughts come true immediately is really hard to resist.
Most of the high-end buildings in the empire have also adopted the construction method of Sanssouci Palace, with nanobots as the core of construction, and the highest usage rights are firmly controlled by the owner of the building.
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"Three hundred years." Bai Mo grew a mouth from his finger and drank the tea in his hand. Then the mouth closed and disappeared like a zipper.
"Yes, it's been three hundred years."
Watching the two "old people" begin to reminisce about the past, Cuomo, who is old enough to be their great-grandchildren, felt inexplicably embarrassed.
Although in terms of cultivation, he is a real seventh-level true spiritual wizard, while Queen Venis is just a pseudo-seventh level who can barely compete with the true immortals with the help of fairy weapons.
"This crown of glory was forced upon me by you three hundred years ago." Venis took off the imperial crown on her head and tapped the gems on it one by one with her fingers, smiling.
Three hundred years ago, at the extremely simple coronation ceremony in space, it was Bai Mo who personally put the crown on Venis's head.
In the Human Federation, which was the predecessor of the empire, many true immortals planned to reintegrate the federation into the empire in order to gain the destiny of humanity and try to make a contribution to the founding of the country.
Originally, after a complicated exchange of interests, a group of true immortals had determined that Kirkov would be the first emperor of the empire, but Bai Mo interfered and forced Venis, who was only a sixth-level emperor, to take the throne.
"You seem to have become more human." Venis said suddenly.
"Yes, after letting go of some burdens, my condition has improved."
"Burden? You mean... the power of Taoism?" It was rare for Como to interject.
The true immortals do not have to face the erosion of the power of Taoism due to the true spirit barrier method contributed by Bai Mo, but the research on this powerful power has never stopped.
Now they all basically believe that Bai Mo did so many crazy things largely because his consciousness was eroded by this strange power.
No one wants to be crazy, but everyone wants to become stronger quickly.
Bai Mo's explosive growth in power was seen by everyone else.
Although Como didn't know the existence of Bai Mo, he still had some research on the power of Taoism. When he mentioned the two key words "human-like" and "burden", he immediately reacted.
The corner of Bai Mo's mouth twitched slightly, and he didn't know if it was considered a smile in return.
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"You want to promote black magic, right?" Bai Mo changed the subject and brought it to the so-called black magic.
"Yes, this is the same idea as His Majesty and I."
"Can you tell me your reasons?"
"If he is willing to support... then I'm afraid all the resistance won't be a problem?" Weinis, who knew Bai Mo very well, began to have some wild ideas.
"The advancement space of the imperial monks has been almost blocked by the 'property restriction law'. We want to use black magic to break this stagnant country!"
"You are... the queen of the empire, do you want to be involved in this kind of thing?" Bai Mo looked at Venis's "why did your majesty rebel" scene with interest.
"You were the one who crowned me back then. Don't you know the value of my title as queen?"
"I made a promise that I will never interfere with the direction of your branch again."
"Promise? Is it the Seven-Color Light Saint Contract?" As the former saint of the Light Saint Cult, Venis asked subconsciously.