Chapter 643 Infinite Thinking Personality

The pitch-black temple carried more than a hundred tenth-level warriors, passing through a secret space-time passage and escaping into the outer dimension.

After speeding for a while, it stopped, and a faint light shot out and sank straight into a void.

Buzz!

The void trembled violently, ripples spread out, and endless black liquid as dark as ink, condensed from strange runes, surged out.

It twisted and stretched, spreading out of order, and in an instant it turned into a complicated spider web-like formation diagram, covering tens of thousands of light years. A scarlet altar with a gloomy aura jumped out and floated in the center of the formation diagram.

The pitch-black temple flickered slightly and landed on the scarlet altar. A thick black light flowed out, closely connected with the formation diagram below.

"The Ancient Conquest Road! Start!"

Boom! As the God of Death chanted the spell, a bright scarlet beam of light shot out, covering the dark temple, shining fiercely, and then disappeared in an instant, and the altar and the formation diagram also disappeared.

The next moment, a pitch-black temple appeared out of nowhere in the depths of a dimension ninety trillion light years away from the Only Real World.

Following the same steps, a faint light shot out, and the formation diagram and the scarlet altar reappeared.

"The ancient conquest road! Open——"

Boom! In an instant, the pitch-black temple escaped to an extremely long distance.

In this way, after dozens of jumps, they finally arrived at the origin of the alien race.

This is a gray and strange space. The laws and rules of heaven and earth seem to be infected with a trace of malice. It is dark and gloomy, and negative energy gathers. The will of the creatures living here will be polluted until they are completely corrupted.

“Is this the place where the alien race originated?”

The deep eyes under the witch god's hood flickered slightly. Although his will, which was tampered with by the "information editor", contained all the witch god's memories, this was his first time here.

Firstly, this place is too far away. Even for a strong man in the Tenth Realm, it would be difficult to reach it by escape without the help of special methods.

Secondly, the ancient conquest road should not be easily activated without special reasons, as it will definitely attract inquiring eyes, thus increasing the possibility of exposing one's identity.

The Ancient Conquest Road is a jump formation built by aliens in order to invade the Only True World. It is jointly controlled by aliens, and once activated, it will alarm all alien forces.

"Everyone, let's get started!"

The God of Death looked around, and all the people in the ten realms nodded slightly. Their figures flashed and they appeared outside the temple at the same time.

Among the hundreds of figures, twelve took a few steps forward and stood in different positions, forming a circle. They were the twelve strongest tribes from the alien race. The Endless Abyss and the Evil God Realm were not included because they had their own dormant ancient artifacts.

The God of Death, Great Dark Sky, the Source of Nirvana, the Witch God... They looked at each other, and at the same time, flipped their hands and took out a strangely shaped token with twisted and squirming runes on it, like a living thing.

This time, the goal is to completely open the dormant ancient artifact. Compared to the last time when nine tokens were used to awaken the sleepers for the battle in the Endless Battlefield, all twelve are now needed.

"The darkness is gloomy and the evil is terrifying!"

"The source of turbidity, the boat to escape from adversity!"

"open--"

Boom! Twelve dark grey light beams shot out from the token and converged at the center. The void trembled and shattered, and a huge shadow fell out.

This is an object that is round at the bottom and gradually shrinks upwards, like a water drop. Its surface is black and extremely smooth. It can reflect everything and also swallow everything.

Tick-tock——

The surface of the dark water droplets rippled, and groups of liquid split out. There were many strange figures, with their eyes closed, curled up in it.

"Ancestors! Wake up! The tribe needs your strength!!"

The God of Death had a fanatical look on his face, and he was pinching the awakening spell in his hands. These ancestors were different from the trash who died on the endless battlefields. They were all extremely powerful beings and the supreme leaders of alien races in many eras.

Boom! The figures wrapped in the liquid all opened their eyes. A cold and terrifying aura surged wildly. The dimension was annihilated into a dark chaos amidst the wailing.

"Has the battle to break the wall begun?"

"Uh, sir, not yet..."

"Um?"

Crack! A hideous arm covered with scales instantly crossed the void and chaos and inserted into the brain of the god of death, devouring and digesting it, and all the memories were read.

"Humph! A bunch of trash!"

"The human race and the guys from the evil god world are great! Very good!"

"Ahem, Evil Desire, now is not the time to embarrass these little guys. It is more important to solve the current dilemma first."

"snort!"

Although Evil Desire was furious, he knew that the current situation was not good and any bit of strength would be useful, so he suppressed his murderous intent and withdrew his arm.

The God of Death couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. These old monsters were indeed more grumpy than each other. But in order to survive, he had to wake them up.

"My Lords, let's set off as soon as possible. Only with your support can we ensure the safe evacuation of the tribe."

"Well, you're right."

A figure so thin that only skin and bones were left stepped out. It was he who spoke and persuaded the violent evil desire to stop. His status and identity were among the best among the many awakened beings.

"Although you have been able to unite much later, it is not hopeless. It is not entirely your fault that things have come to this. The rebellion of the Evil God Realm was indeed unexpected."

"From now on, I will lead the alliance."

"Yes, sir!"

All the people in the ten realms saluted solemnly, not daring to resist in the slightest. The witch god mixed in among them, following suit, his eyes flickering obscurely, trying his best to collect information about these alien sleepers.

There are a total of one hundred and fifty-six beings awakened this time. Their auras are extremely terrifying and their strengths are immeasurable. Together with the previous batch, the aliens have crammed more than two hundred and fifty sleepers into this dormant ancient artifact.

There are more ten realms than any dormant ancient artifact of the human race. This difference all comes from the different dormant rules between the two races.

When the human race allocates quotas, they will take into account the talented young people among the younger generation. A large part of the power of the ancient artifacts is distributed to low-level cultivators. As for the alien races, except for the strong men in the tenth realm, there are less than ten low-level creatures who can enter deep sleep, and they are all relatives.

The withered figure raised his hand and waved, taking into his hand the huge water-drop ancient artifact floating in the center of the dark chaos. Because the dormant ancient artifact still had its origin, it was much more powerful than ordinary ancient artifacts. Now that it no longer needed to carry the sleeper, it naturally became a terrifying attacking weapon.

"Let's go back to the One True World first!"

After saying that, he took the lead and stepped into the dark temple, followed by many sleepers.

"Farewell, sir! I will go back first to arrange many matters."

"Go ahead."

An indifferent voice came from the temple, and then the ancient road of conquest began, leaping away.

The God of Death and the other ten realms looked at each other, and then their figures dissipated and disappeared. It turned out that what they came with was just a clone of the original particle, while the real body was still sitting in their respective worlds.

Indeed, with danger lurking everywhere, how could they leave the tribe’s base camp at will?

"Destroy..."

The Witch God stopped his pretentious actions, and his will spread out. After finding that all the ten realms of aliens had left, he nodded with satisfaction.

He has not forgotten the purpose of this trip, so he will not go back easily. Just now, when the black water droplets were taken away, he noticed something strange.

The figure moved and came to the hiding place of the pitch-black water droplets. He pinched the magic formula with his hands and chopped it hard with the strange token, tearing an illusory gap. His eyes flashed slightly and he squeezed in in an instant.

"here it is……"

The witch god looked solemn. The scene he saw before him was something he had never remembered.

In this strange space, a huge piece of land is suspended, one black and one red, intertwined. In the center of the intersection of black and red, stands a towering stone tablet.

Taking a step forward, the witch god came to the stone tablet, looked up, and concentrated on observing the patterns engraved on it.

Starting from the bottom, it depicts a strange void with ninety-nine balls of light suspended in it.

"Ninety-nine? Could this be the origin of the alien world? Then each ball of light is an alien world?"

The God of War seemed to be thinking about something. At the very beginning, there were a total of ninety-nine alien tribes. This was common knowledge known to all beings. After endless years of wars with humans, demons, or internal strife, they were eventually reduced to only about thirty tribes today.

Looking upwards, the pattern depicts a being called the Originator of the Evil God, who, while traveling through dimensions, brought back a pitch-black broken arm and returned to the ball of light that belonged to him, in the center of the ninety-nine worlds.

"This should be the current evil god world, right? What is that broken arm? It's so important that it needs to be engraved here."

The God of Sorcerer frowned. As the supreme leader of the God of Sorcerer World, he didn't know any of this information. It must have been covered up.

The pattern continued from bottom to top. After the broken arm appeared, the ninety-nine alien races that were originally evenly matched began to mutate. With the world where the evil god's ancestor was located as the center, radiating outward, the closer the alien race was to the evil god's world, the higher the chance of giving birth to a strong person, as if there was an unknown force influencing them.

As more and more powerful people were born, the will of the alien race began to become evil, bloodthirsty, and tyrannical for some reason, especially in the evil god realm in the center. The creatures in it have turned into twisted and deformed monsters with no reason at all. From then on, the alien race began to conquer each other.

It is unknown how long they fought each other, but at some point, the alien race discovered traces of the only true world. The civil war then ended and the long road of invasion began.

The pattern on the stone tablet came to an end, and finally there were ninety-nine light balls, which embarked on the road of ancient conquest, and the place of origin was left behind.

“Hiss! So that’s how it is. There is indeed an inseparable connection between the alien race and the evil god world. What on earth is that broken arm!?”

"It seems to be the root of everything..."

The witch god's eyes trembled and his mind was greatly shocked. It turned out that the alien race was not so evil at the beginning. They got along very well with each other. Everything became completely different after the ancestor of the evil god brought back the broken arm.

"This is very important information. We must inform the human race as soon as possible."

The witch god suppressed his agitated emotions, and with a thought, his clone instantly dissipated.

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Crash——

“It’s expected, but also a little unexpected.”

Bai Donglin sat cross-legged on a dead star, the Styx River was rippling slightly, and all the information he had collected was digested.

A long time ago, he had wrapped strands of endless Styx around the ten realms of the alien race to monitor all the movements of the alien race for him.

As long as the information is collected around the One True World, it can be transmitted to him instantly.

The alien race crossed an infinite distance this time and returned to the place of origin. No matter how powerful the Endless Styx was, it could not extend directly to it. Therefore, it could only cut off the connection with the main trunk and attach itself to the side of the alien race's ten realms to spy and store information.

As the witch god destroyed his clone, the Endless Styx also dissipated. The information that was spied on was also transmitted back to the main trunk of the Styx and was known to Bai Donglin.

In his original understanding, the Evil God Realm and many alien races existed from the beginning, and the broken arm was only acquired by the Evil God Realm later.

Now it seems that this was wrong, the priorities were reversed, it was the pollution and erosion of the broken arm that came first, which gave rise to the bloodthirsty and brutal alien race.

Even in the beginning, the alien race was just a group of kind creatures, no different from humans.

"Unfortunately, it's too late. After hundreds of billions of years of influence, the alien races have been changed from the root, and there is no room for recovery."

"It's even possible that the real alien race has been wiped out in those internal conquests, and the ones left are just evil monsters bred by the contamination of the broken arm!"

Bai Donglin shook his head and sighed. Knowing this only increased his understanding and fear of Duanbi. The outcome of the alien race being annihilated would not change.

Press down your thoughts, slowly close your eyes, and immerse your mind in the quantum cloud of thought.

In a strange, ethereal and slightly unreal space, a boundless chessboard is suspended in the center.

This chessboard is invisible and intangible, with no boundaries, no vertical or horizontal lines, and the chess pieces are even more peculiar.

An extremely large irregular elliptical sphere is located in the center of the chessboard, surrounded by endless fog. Small round balls seem to be parasitic on the elliptical sphere, floating in the fog.

In each sphere, there are countless light spots moving, some of which are very faint, while others are extremely bright. Countless illusory lines closely connect the light spots.

"What are you going to do next?"

A whisper like that of heaven echoed throughout the strange space. Looking towards the source of the sound, I saw a towering and boundless figure sitting cross-legged. Its extremely huge eyes were looking down at the chessboard indifferently, and it seemed that a chess piece was being pinched between its two constantly twisting fingers.

In the other two directions of the chessboard, there was a cloud of fog, in which one could vaguely see a winding illusory river, and the other was a bleeding severed arm surrounded by black fog.

"My Lord! I am a little confused."

An old figure appeared behind Bai Donglin, raised his hand slightly, and spoke.

Moving his gaze slightly, it seemed as if there were endless figures standing behind the old man, all with bright eyes, shining with sparks of wisdom.

"Oh? Mr. Zhuge, please go ahead."

Curiosity flashed in Bai Donglin's eyes, and he still had high expectations for the think tank he created.

When he was weak, he had the shameful experience of wearing women's clothes, which gave rise to a method for condensing a virtual personality.

This method has undergone many evolutions and transformations, and it is still of great use today.

The concept of creating a think tank is very simple. In Bai Donglin's view, individual thinking always has limitations, that is, the narrow-mindedness of personality. Even if this narrow-mindedness is extremely weak, it will sometimes cause the self to fall into cognitive confusion.

To put it simply, there is strength in numbers, and three cobblers are better than one Zhuge Liang!

Therefore, Bai Donglin condensed countless virtual personalities, gave them countless knowledge as nourishment, and allowed them to grow wildly, thus giving birth to this group of think tanks as wise as demons.

They may not be as smart as Bai Donglin, but the suggestions they make from time to time can still make people feel refreshed and benefit a lot.

This is the Infinite Thinking Personality Completion Plan!

"My Lord, from the current chess game, we can see that this is the most common three-way confrontation. This situation reminds me of my past life..."

“Get to the point!”

Bai Donglin rolled his eyes. In order to make the virtual personality perfect, he did instill a lot of things, but he was not here to listen to the Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

"Ahem, as you command! My Lord, you clearly have the power to overturn the chessboard, so why do you still want to make plans between the human race and the alien race? In fact, there is no need for you to hide. You can take the initiative. The Mother River and the Broken Arm are restraining each other and are unlikely to pose a threat to you."

"Mr. Zhuge, this is wrong."

A young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses stepped out from the shadows, bowed to Bai Donglin, and then spoke.

"Colonel Chu, what can I do for you?"

"Mr. Zhuge, have you ever heard of the Dark Forest Law?"

"Ah? Shenma Forest?"

"Well, I guess you don't know either. Now it seems that the chess game is clear, but it is not."

"Mother River rules the world and has a group of hidden people under her control. The most important thing is that we don't know much about Mother River's own strength. What else does she have besides her spirit slaves? For specific information, we have to wait for Moro's reply."

"As for the broken arm, let alone that, we know very little about it either."

"Our boss's advantage is not his current powerful strength, but Mother River and Broken Arm, who also do not know the boss's information. Didn't you notice? None of the boss's many clones moved lightly. At most, they were just hiding in some of the Ten Realms and exerting force from the side."

"Mother River, Broken Arm, and Boss are like hunters walking in the dark forest. Whoever shoots first and exposes his position will be at a disadvantage. Our best choice now is still to accumulate strength quietly."

"This war between humans and aliens is actually a test and attack between Mother River and Broken Arm. Mother River may be more proactive and want to completely eradicate Broken Arm."

"Boss, all you need to do is sit back and watch the show from the sidelines, accumulate strength, see through their strengths and weaknesses, and finally attack suddenly to successfully take them down!"

After Chu Xuan finished speaking, he stood quietly aside and looked at Bai Donglin who was in deep thought.

"Colonel Chu is right. That's what I think now. After all, we don't have many chess pieces in our hands, and now is not the time for the final battle..."

Bai Donglin shifted his gaze slightly and looked outside the chessboard, where there were two bright and shining spots of light. His sight zoomed in and he realized that the spots of light were Xili Feng and Wandering Emperor.

Under the strange vision, endless silk threads extended from Bai Donglin, the mother river, and the broken arm, connecting with the endless light spots on the chessboard.

At all times, these light spots are moving under the traction of the silk threads.

"Don't worry, we still have an ace in our hand..."

As Bai Donglin whispered softly, his sight moved upwards infinitely. At an infinite height, there was a shadow that covered the entire strange space. The chessboard and the chess player were all shrouded in it.

Originally there was a void of shadow, but at some point, a pair of eyes appeared, flashing with an eternal and resolute look, which was extremely similar to Dao Wuzhong's expression.

boom--

The picture was broken, the sight was withdrawn, and looking around, I found that the strange space carrying the chess game was in a nebula, and inside the infinite light spots of thought, everything was happening at the same time.

Infinite superposition, endless.

Make moves, deduce, and review...

It goes on and on, never ending.

Two-in-one 　　 　 (End of this chapter)