The Well of Wisdom
"There's still no trace of the Fantasy Tree, Ophelia. Can't you sense it at all either?"
"No, the markings I made before have completely disappeared. In this situation, I couldn't make them too perfect. If you can't even sense them, they might have already been hidden inside... it's not impossible."
This is also something that Ophelia finds rather frustrating. After entering Skadi's barrier, she had thought about trying to fulfill the duties of Crypter, but the locals even took away the Fantasy Tree from her.
Seeing this, Bai Mo completely gave up on the idea of contacting the Fantasy Tree first.
The three people and one horse moved extremely fast, quickly crossing the border and arriving at the edge of Jotunheim. Looking at the towering mountains, Bai Mo quickly found the location of the mark: a dark and gloomy cave.
"Follow behind me, Ophelia. Leave a few familiars to watch the cave, and don't dismount."
After a brief arrangement, Bai Mo and the others entered the cave. The azure Magecraft light illuminated the entire cave, which did not contain any dark monsters or dangerous traps as seen in myths and legends.
The three of them maintained their speed and quickly entered the area.
However, as the group entered, a satisfied look appeared in one of the eyes in the distance.
"Alright, you've fallen into the trap. Now it's your turn to shine. Die for me."
Countless figures behind Landao Tianwu nodded and then rushed in like ants returning to their nest. Landao Tianwu had just stood up, ready to act, when he heard familiar voices behind him. Before the person on the other end could speak, he said:
"Brother Qin Hong, don't worry about me. Didn't I say that everything is under control?"
"Brother Tianwu, of course I trust you. I'm only here to tell you something. My spies reported that someone seems to be inquiring about you and searching for your whereabouts."
Landao Tianwu was somewhat puzzled.
"It's normal for people to inquire about our location. We can just crush these ignorant ants and send them to our legion. Why bother reporting to me personally?"
"Brother Tianwu, that's the problem. This guy seems to have hacked into some of our equipment. That's why I haven't been able to find him. Brother Tianwu, if this enemy's target is you, then he may already be on your side."
Upon hearing Qin Hong's words, Landao Tianwu's relaxed brows furrowed.
Variables are what those with the power of prophecy both despise and cherish. Those favored by fate hate them to the core, while those despised by fate hold onto them in high regard.
"Ha, as expected, things rarely go as planned."
"Brother Tianwu, do you need me to come over?"
Landao Tianwu shook his head, his face resolute, and said:
"No, Qin Hong, don't come any closer. The celestial signs have told me that I am destined to encounter countless difficulties, but in the end, I will overcome them all and become the god of the new world. If I were to rely on your power, that would probably be the wrong choice."
If a butterfly breaks free of its cocoon on its own, it will soar into the sky; but if it is cut open by someone, it will end up as nothing more than an ugly, bloated corpse.
Landao Tianwu changed into a military uniform, his original identity and the clothes he wore when he first gained his powers. At that time, he chose to trust his instincts, and now, he still firmly believes in them.
Inside the cave, Bai Mo and the others quickly passed through what appeared to be a cave laid out by Odin. Upon reaching the end, Bai Mo saw only a towering mountain peak reaching into the clouds. He felt the army surging towards him like a tide behind him and waved his hand.
820,000 horses -- the Eighteen Levels of Hell.
The blade energy did not destroy the cave. Instead, it followed the fragile rock walls like blades in a blender, constantly splitting, colliding, and shattering under Bai Mo's Complete Realm, its density increasing. The power was like wave after wave of ocean waves, relentlessly annihilating those inside.
"Artificial humans? It seems a more efficient method has been found."
Looking at the splattered blue blood, Bai Mo that compared to the Dream-Creating Beast Group created by Blue Dream, these things were more like the synthetic humans that Bai Wunan had created back then. Of course, in essence, they were more like the artificial human technology of the Einzbern Family.
"That's right, this way, we can indeed mass-produce experts. And their role goes far beyond that; they are not only absolutely loyal, but also have this other function."
A familiar voice came from the end, and Landao Tianwu walked out slowly. Behind him was an endless army of synthetic humans. Then, he stepped onto the ground with one foot, and several mysterious circuits connected him to the blood foam.
The instant the connection was established, a glint flashed in his eyes, followed by bulging veins on his forehead and several tears appearing in his military uniform. Seeing this, Bai Mo raised an eyebrow.
Immediately afterwards, Landao Tianwu shouted loudly, and countless sword energies suddenly erupted from his body, sweeping towards Bai Mo.
"Ninety-two thousand horses?"
Bai Mo immediately sensed the power and then led the two people and the horse to dodge the attack.
The blade energy exploded outwards instantly, like a tornado, wantonly destroying everything around it, and countless blade marks instantly appeared on the stone mountain.
"To record events?"
"Not bad, kid. Most battles Magnetic Field Power are clashes of energy. In the past, even the most sophisticated machines would have struggled to record and replicate the moves of a powerful opponent, but here, it's not impossible."
Landao Tianwu chuckled, while Bai Mo turned his gaze slightly toward the mountain peak where sword energy crisscrossed.
"Using these androids' bodies to record attacks, then transmitting that information to you so you can understand those techniques?"
... Although they are artificial humans, this method of treating them as consumables is really typical of the Blue Dream Company.
"Ha, it's their honor that these tools can contribute to my dream, and now you should understand. No matter how many tricks you have, these people can imprint your moves onto me."
"And now that you've reached that number, you should know how big the difference is between 820,000 and 920,000 horses—just 100,000 horses. Give me that long-haired woman behind you, and I might give you a quick death."
Landao Tianwu said coldly that his method was indeed very useful against ordinary strongmen. Even if the opponent had some strange moves, he could use these artificial humans to record them and then activate them with his own higher power.
In the end, this did indeed elevate the Complete Realm in some way, although it was somewhat exhausting. Looking at the vast crowd, Bai Mo seemed unhurried and unhurried.
"You seemed quite interested in Ophelia before, Landao Tianwu. Can you tell me why? I seem to remember you as someone who treats women like dirt. Could it be that Ophelia will bring you an incomparably powerful daughter?"
Seeing Bai Mo's composed demeanor and his ability to joke even while embracing someone, Landao Tianwu sneered.
"Heh, judging from your expression, you still have a way to escape, right? I'm afraid it might not be in time. As for the reason... I might be interested in telling you after I beat you to your knees and implant the Dream Creator!"
Go for it!
Countless androids swarmed in, and the circuits connecting Landao Tianwu's body shone brightly once more. With a wave of his hand, he unleashed 920,000 units of power, activating the Eighteen Levels of Hell once more.
Although the surrounding androids were tools, their bodies were still enhanced by the Magnetic Field Power. Combined with Landao Tianwu's attack, the outer sea of people and the inner sword energy resembled a giant sea monster opening its jaws.
Bai Mo's figure suddenly disappeared. The Asura Lost Track Path incredibly fast. Faced with countless afterimages, Landao Tianwu increased his power output without any regard for the consequences, trying to suppress speed with his size.
But soon, he saw that the blade energy, after landing on Bai Mo, bounced off like bullets hitting the curve of armor.
"You actually dared to try and use my signature moves against me? Looks like you died too soon."
The blade energy seemed to have a life of its own, wrapping around Bai Mo's hands like ropes. A raging fire ignited, and the power of the Eighteen Levels of Hell was dissipated by him, transforming into a demonic blade that coiled around his body.