Chapter 571: Bloodline of Life and Death

In the end, Xuying didn't take action, but just looked at the incompetent juniors and sighed alone.

He knew that his remaining power could no longer kill all the bloodline monks, not to mention that the Star Torch on the side would definitely stop him. This phantom had no chance to take action.

In the "Three Laws of Robotics" of Xingju's thinking logic, there is a special clause targeting the ruthless creator.

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"What's the reason for giving it to me?" Bai Mo casually took the source seed from Yuan Wuchu under the blazing eyes of a large number of people in the family legion.

The demon tide that erupts once every twenty years will only give birth to a few large and small source seeds. Most of them only have three colors and four colors. The seven-color source seeds will only appear once every few hundred years on average.

Even the four major aristocratic families who already have a seven-color source seed will never be so casual, and even hold it with some disgust. Absorbing the source seed of the same level will also have a certain improvement effect.

Bai Mo's disrespectful behavior caused a lot of envy, jealousy and hatred.

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"You are destined." Xuying replied.

"I don't need it." He didn't think that something like this, which could only benefit descendants of his blood, had any meaning to him. Compared with the eight lifetime memories that Yuan Wuchu left for him, this thing is really nothing worth mentioning.

"What about your family? Is it possible that you, like me, inherit memories from generation to generation?"

As a shaman, Yuan Wuchu would pass all his memories to the next generation and then die. After seven or eight generations, his concept of family was actually somewhat vague.

After all, each life comes from a different family. Eight lives have memories of eight family lives. Who to protect is also a very difficult decision.

"I don't need it." Bai Mo repeated the same words.

"Are you born a heartless person?"

From Bai Mo's words, he didn't read any hint of humility.

Yuan Wuchu hated the ruthless personality that ruined his life, so his tone towards Bai Mo suddenly became much colder.

"Why do we need blood inheritance?" Bai Mo asked, "After removing the genetic information that can be copied at will, what is the difference between them and strangers?"

"If we simply talk about blood closeness and similarity, which relative can be higher than one's own clone? Instead of protecting one's relatives, why not protect one's clone that is most genetically similar to one's own?"

"What is a clone?" Xuying was a little confused by what he said.

"A life that can be mass-produced and whose bloodline information is exactly the same as yours."

"..."

This kind of thing is too challenging to the three views of an ancient person named Yuan Wuchu.

He had lived in a society where bloodline determined everything for eight lifetimes, and now he suddenly heard that bloodline could actually be copied at will.

"What a crazy race you are...you actually have the courage to blaspheme the sanctity of your bloodline!"

As a blood noble and one of the founders of the aristocratic family system, Yuan Wuchu felt a little uncomfortable, but there seemed to be a trace of undetectable expectations in his blurry eyes.

Bai Mo didn't interrupt, waiting for the phantom that was hesitant to speak and yet hesitant to speak to continue.

"Maybe you really have hope of breaking everything." After hesitating for a long time, he seemed to have made up his mind.

"What do you want to say about 'the truth'?"

"How do you know!"

"Guess."

"They are indeed the same people."

"How do you plan to keep what I say next?"

"You will disrupt the order of what you are going to say." Bai Mo replied.

"It's pointless. It's impossible to hide it."

"I have my own plans."

"Well, if you insist."

The two of them were talking in riddles, but they didn't mention what they were referring to.

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"...It's just a chess piece..." When Bai Mo came back to his senses, the shadow had completely disappeared from the world. Only these five words were left in his memory, and he could not recall the context at all.

"Sure enough, as I thought, this information cannot be passed on to the second insider."

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"What about the phantom that can create seven-color source seeds?"

"Where's Yaoxie?"

"Why are they all missing?!"

"How come dozens of evil lords all disappeared inexplicably?"

"Who can tell me what happened?"

Hastur, who was sitting in the Ark command room watching the live broadcast of the Wild World, couldn't believe his eyes. The time displayed in the lower right corner of the live video jumped from 01:59:58 to 02:00. :00, the middle second was taken away abruptly!

And in this one second, the shadow that was the focus of the whole scene was forcibly disappeared. In the shot after 02:00:00, it, along with all the evil spirits, completely disappeared.

"I'm afraid, a higher-ranking being has taken action." The man wearing a mask on the side noticed a subtle discomfort.

"One second they were still talking, and the next second the shadow disappeared. There is only one truth! There is something wrong with what they said!"

"How can you deserve such treatment if you say something wrong..."

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"The creator was obliterated by the law of heaven." Yuan Wuchu disappeared. Apart from Bai Mo, only Xingju knew the truth.

"What a pity. He is an unparalleled talent."

He was well prepared. This time, he divided what Yuan Wuchu told him after shuffling the order into words, and burned them into the memories of different Holy Adventurs under his command. Each person remembered one word.

The reason why Bai Mo chose to do this was because he felt that all information that could be expressed in words could be found in the dictionary after being broken down into words, but the dictionary was still alive and well and had not been destroyed by unknown existence.

Therefore, as long as a piece of information-containing words is broken into independent units and allows different people to remember only one word in it, then if the existence of this piece of information is to be eliminated, it will be considered that the person who can remember the entire information no longer exists.

He decided to take a gamble.

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"I lost. I admit that you will bring a real golden age to the human race." Xingju was unwilling to mention anything more about Yuan Wuchu and simply admitted defeat.

What it relies on is the overwhelming combat power of the Wei family in the wild world. As an artificial intelligence that is absolutely loyal to its mission, Xingju finds it difficult to understand betrayal, and has never thought that the blood family would rather surrender to the devil outside the world. Nor is he willing to continue living the life of a master in his "golden age".

"What are your plans next?" Bai Mo didn't mention Xuying again.

"The mission has failed. There is no point in my continued existence. I will end myself in ten minutes." Xingju talked about his life and death indifferently.

Unlike normal life forms, it has no concept of life and death from the day it was created. After all, it is still a program, and it is completely unable to understand mortals' greed for life and fear of death.

In its eyes, life and death are as natural as flowers blooming and falling.