Eight Hundred Years of Yan Yun

Buzz...

With every invisible ripple that swept past, the True Inheritance Token at Chu Mu's waist glimmered faintly.

Under the surveillance of this quasi-intelligent system, possessing authorization was the sole proof of identity.

Without this proof, one would immediately be deemed an illegal intruder.

Even if they were outside the city, they would be instantly subjected to concentrated fire. Even should they flee, their identity would be marked, leaving them unable to take a single step in the Yan Yun Mountain Range.

Of course, no system, however perfect, could be without flaws.

That was also the fundamental reason the Longevity Sect Master would rather cripple this system than allow it to operate intelligently and slaughter demons.

If no reliable person were stationed in Yan Yun to control the highest authority, then although the entire system would still operate intelligently as it did now, dead things were dead things after all. They followed fixed logic, and once their patterns and loopholes were found, the possibility of alteration, infiltration, and the dove occupying the magpie's nest was not nonexistent.

But with him stationed here, the entire system lay under his control. Given his standards in the immortal arts, altering or infiltrating it beneath his very eyes was basically impossible unless the Heavenly Evolution Sacred Beast came in person.

Chu Mu was quite confident in his own attainments in the immortal arts.

Formations, puppetry, artifact refining, alchemy...

Though there were only these few fields, so long as he had sufficient resources, constructing such an intelligent system all by himself would be effortless.

Tap, tap, tap...

As a rhythm of orderly footsteps rang out, the tightly shut North City Gate of Ji Province City slowly opened.

Then, a squad of humanoid puppets clad in Silver Armor and Helmet marched out of the city gate