[At the moment the great calamity begins, ninety thousand different colors flash through your mind, and a voice in your consciousness calls out, urging you to choose one. If you do not actively choose within the next half minute, it will be randomly assigned.]
[You're indifferent to which option you choose, but you're still curious, so you try to predict the future and wait for it to be assigned automatically.]
【Meat yellow. 】
【you:"……"】
After a long silence, you chose sky blue.
[Next, although you weren't planning to compete for the desolate fruit, you still sensed the level of the divine light in your mind.]
[Everyone has an initial divine light after the Great Calamity begins. The divine light of an ordinary mortal is only the size of a spark after a piece of firewood has burned out. At the entry level of the Fifth Realm, it is one zhang (approximately 3.3 meters) high; at the first level of the Sixth Realm, depending on the quality of the Dao Seal, it is five to ten zhang (approximately 3.3 to 4.3 meters) high.]
[This height becomes increasingly difficult to increase; even a five-zhang divine light can destroy another five-zhang divine light, ultimately only allowing one's own divine light to grow to six zhang.]
The celestial bodies of those 72 True Immortals were generally only about 100 zhang tall.
[Do you remember the data we saw before? The height of the divine light of the previous hundreds of winners of the Wild Fruit ranged from a minimum of 7,600 zhang to a maximum of 19,400 zhang.]
Then you see that the initial height of your divine light is forty-three... ten thousand zhang.
Even if you reduce it to just a fraction, you can still reach the top tier.
Is this correct?
"You gave me such a high initial score for someone who's just trying to level up. Have you considered what other people might think?"
[“They fought tooth and nail in a chaotic free-for-all, causing widespread destruction and death, but I, lying flat on my back, managed to snatch first place…”]
You sighed for a long time, then shook your head.
"Sometimes being too outstanding is frustrating; you're already on the podium before the race even starts, while everyone else sprints desperately just to compete for second place."
"What's the reward for second place again... emmm, I think there's no reward, it's winner-takes-all."
"stretch."
Although it's pitiful that they fought so hard only to get nothing, you express that you can't help them.
[It's possible to transfer divine light between members of the same faction, but why would you give away the divine light you earned through your own skill?]
"I'll level up, you guys keep fighting."
You shook your head and found a place to begin your cultivation.
[It's still the spiritual root system, but this time there are only four spiritual roots.]
[The reason is simple: the main spiritual root has a branching limit, which can only be divided into a maximum of 36 branches. You only discovered this during this reconstruction.]
[You didn't analyze this system carefully before. Even the highest possible branching level of spiritual roots is rarely reached. In the Great Immortal Realm of Returning to Emptiness, it's almost impossible to find someone with 18 spiritual roots, let alone 36.]
[But that's okay, you can use your super intelligence to create a similar system later.]
Even if you're too lazy to create your own system, practicing each element one by one won't be much slower.
[Because during the Great Calamity of Heaven and Earth, the Primordial Desolate Heaven bestowed benefits upon the entire environment—allowing the upper limit of cultivation speed to be increased dozens of times, and reducing the adaptation buffer period after breaking through realms.]
This benefit is not very useful for many people, because they can't even reach the original cultivation speed limit, let alone the increased limit later on.
It's like someone who only scores 80 out of 100 on a test; their true ability is 80 points. But you score 100 because the total score is only 100!
[Your level is 10,000 points. The current Ancient Wilderness Heaven has only raised the score cap to 1,000 points!]
[A new world every year?]
Who do you think you are?!
You're experiencing a completely different world now, even within a month or a week!
[Moreover, the chosen systems all have a Dao Seal quality of 5 points or higher, which are relatively advanced.]
[If you were to use a Dao Seal with a quality of 1 point, you could even advance one level in a single day!]
[In the year 4100, amidst the chaos of war on the outside world, you broke through to the 720th level of the Heavenly Realm.]
[The individual reduction cap for essential rewards and punishments has reached 86%. With over 2,900 years left until the end of the Great Calamity, you feel you can take a short break.]
[You just don't know whether the fundamental rewards and punishments can ultimately achieve a 100% reduction.]
[If that cannot be achieved, then even if it approaches 100%, Bai He, with 99.999% of his essence reduced, would still be equivalent to a 26.5 billion-level Cosmic Lord or a 60 billion-level True Immortal, still invincible in the world.]
You probably need to take a gamble in reality and engage in double contact.
If you can reach or exceed 100%, then taking a few months off won't have any impact.
"You're getting cocky again, you bastard."
You emerge from your secluded retreat and discover a war raging not far away.
One side resembles an intelligent machine; it's a type of activated metal that has developed mental power, and is not merely a program.
Not only do they possess extraordinary power, but they've also developed a technology tree, allowing them to efficiently utilize elemental energy to unleash even greater damage.
The other side consisted of humans, but they were divided into two subspecies. One subspecies had bluish skin and were somewhat obese, while the other subspecies were all bald with silver-white stripes on the sides of their faces.
However, according to the standards of the Azure Domain and the universal standards of this universe, both of them still belong to the human race.
Both sides had hundreds of people, the strongest possessing the strength of a thousand thorns, and the weakest having dozens of thorns. During their battle, mountains were leveled, oceans evaporated, and the earth was blasted open with fissures hundreds of thousands of miles long.
[The area within a radius of hundreds of millions of miles was subjected to relentless bombardment, leaving the ground riddled with craters, and the seismic waves traveled billions of miles away.]
You are standing seven hundred million miles away, next to a lake several hundred miles in diameter. But the earth has collapsed, and a fissure has spread to the bottom of the lake, instantly draining all the water, leaving only a lakebed full of damp silt.
As you fly closer, both combatants look at you simultaneously, and you both sense the other's color affiliation.
The human race on one side is divided into crimson and golden-yellow, and the two factions join forces against their common enemy.
And coincidentally, that batch of intelligent machines was the same sky blue as you.
【you:"……"】
Both human races: "..."
[Intelligent Machine: "..."]
"Neither side wants Thirteen to join."
"Humans don't believe him at all, because killing the opponent will only result in losing points, and he might even use the name of his own race to kill his own people. It's like fellow countrymen stabbing each other in the back."
"Not to mention the AI, we're afraid it will steal our points, we're afraid it will launch a sneak attack, and even if we take it down, we'll lose points for our side."
"It's true that people and dogs dislike it."
...
(Four o'clock? (ˉ﹃ˉ?))
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