The old fisherman was playing chess when he suddenly heard a voice in his ear.
It was the beautiful woman from Yesterday's Forest: "Are you really ready? Coming out like this, it's not fishing, but being fished by the world."
The old fisherman smiled and continued playing chess, saying, "Fearing death gains no good fruit, knowledge and action as one, I know who I am."
"One must overco their fears, not stop moving forward because of fear."
"Could it be that the years have drained your spirit? We do not hide for the sake of hiding but to wait for the era's arrival to erge."
"Now is the ti to erge, continuing to hide will only make oneself seem cowardly, with no great ambition, afraid to compete with the heroes of the world! Afraid of the young in the era."
The old fisherman said coldly: "If we don't appear, how can we find our Giant Shell friend? How to reunite with it? It hides without appearing, and we hide without appearing… wasting ti is to our disadvantage."
He saw very clearly.
Giant Shell Elder was forced to erge, awakening and rebirth, all sorts of threads indeed confird its identity, indeed identical to the one at the Sacrificial Tomb.
Although he no longer rembers the past much, the behavior of the Sacrificial Tomb Ancestor fits, being reborn from the family ancestral grave's embers are two ironclad evidences.
He is naturally aligned with the opposite side, all being of the ancestor's bloodline.
Grouping together provides warmth.
How can I gain the other's trust?
Only by erging and revealing so bottom cards to confirm the identity can I reunite with the "main force" as the ancestor's bloodline!
First, reunite with Giant Shell, providing help in a ti of need, to gain the upper hand.
Otherwise, if the three thousand ancient ancestor demon gods awaken successively, and it then reunites, joining the main force, it will be only an adornnt!
Now, setting up a frawork of force, leading Giant Shell Ancestor to hold the scene, becoming the leader of the force, waiting for other ancestor demon gods to revive one by one and join.
He can then beco the leader of the ancestor demon god line!
Furthermore.
He seems to hide in ancient history, stealing the Cangsheng Secret Sect, seemingly suppressing the potential of Cangsheng, but in fact also protecting them.
Because the secret sect he stole was the Ember's secret sect!
Other hidden hands aim at the future's Cangsheng, to ensure control upon return, while he targets the Ember of the future!
Weakening the Ember, putting flaws on them, enhances Cangsheng.
Compared to human gods or other hidden hands...he indeed is kind-hearted, as the owner of the neutral nursery Ghost King, with virtues and identity reasonable.
Using oneself as bait can draw out so existences, stirring the world's structure.
And formally revealing his identity, becoming a major force in Nine-State, no weaker than Xin Xichen, Nine-headed Dragon Emperor...to recruit troops and bring Giant Shell Ancestors to rally.
"You are too greedy." The beautiful woman remained silent.
"It's not greed, it's survival." The old nursery chief said softly: "At this stage, as the master of the neutral nursery force, I have been pushed to move, to fight for a Peach Blossom Spring for myself and my subordinates… those ancestor demon gods are among the core mbers of the nursery root red Ghost King line."
The old man showed a look of emotion, watching the Guard Team bustling around the streets, sticking red and green codes on shops.
This city of peace and happiness, with children playing and fighting, has no conflict between races.
He truly liked it.
Because he vaguely rembered the ancient ancestor tribe, also had no racial barriers, full of laughter.
In a daze, ti dragged him back to those early days.
Pictures flashed vaguely in his mind, roaring friends kneeling, countless evolving Cangsheng just seeking a slim chance of survival.
"Old friends… although I don't rember you, this body still misses the friendship with you."
"So, I have co to bring you ho."
His eyes seed to be burning with fire, his character was never one of hiding and cowardice, decisive attack, protecting friends and family, is his style, "even if it exposes , pushing to the forefront of Nine-State and Four Seas."
At this ti, he was watching the outbreak of the Pseudo-human Calamity, choosing not to act, waiting, as the shadow behind the neutral nursery, as leader of the Ghost King force through generations, for a fair battle opportunity.
He is not a cunning despicable human god; he won't hit soone when they're down, will present his true strength before Nine-State.
...
...
The outbreak of the Pseudo-human Calamity is comprehensive.
It's not only the Four Seas, but each major Continent City of the Human Race's Nine-State also appeared pseudo-humans.
Now, pseudo-human brainwaves have fully hidden; it's impossible to discern the true identity of pseudo-humans.
They can only rely on "Soul-locking Technique" type capabilities to lock host mory, so that after possession, they cannot obtain original mory, quickly exposed.
Only this clumsy thod can identify pseudo-humans.
The "Soul-locking Technique" does not fear pseudo-humans' continued breach, as it has been tempered by the market.
Every force's disciple uses it to guard heritage, else grabbing any disciple of a major sect, various knowledge in their brain would have long been stolen.
Even before.
Ning Zheng, to break through the Dark Door shackle of human gods, opened the puppet chanism inside him, using billions of Qi Fortune Value, exhaustive thods, among billions of code combos to decipher.
What can pseudo-humans use to decipher?
"It's just too financially exhausting."
In Sword Casting Manor, in the steward's room, Jiucai Rong reported this matter to the old steward, "Every citizen needs to be locked... originally only disciples of each major sect enjoyed this treatnt!"
"The Sea Race here is better."
"The Human Race has no Hongng, to lock the Soul-locking Technique for people 24/7, only can do it manually, how vast is Nine-State's population?"
"There, now the frawork is even more chaotic than here in the Sea Race."
"Billions of people, hands are getting cramps, so major sects already have given up."
Jiucai Rong shared information:
"Old steward sir, the Court there is already seeking our Xirong Divine Craftsman, to conduct large-scale research on encrypting the sea of consciousness technology, an array for the whole city, along with imprint, that's the salvation!"
Finding Xirong clearly indicates the urgency.
Now the people's brains are defenseless, post-possession, directly acquiring original mories, can you distinguish true from false in disguise?
Turning into a pseudo-human, adding brain restrictions one step later, is there use?
In fact, it confirms the identity as a good person.
Each step later, a vast number of pseudo-humans completely go into hiding, hard to distinguish between true and false.
Disgusting.
Truly disgusting.
Only to say, pseudo-humans indeed evolved from the brain tribe, these old sneaky ones, hid for so long, strike is a fatal one... this move attacks the root, quite sothing!
Just playing a ti difference.
Each day you're slower, I infect more civilians.
Although this trick almost doesn't affect sect cultivators, as major sect disciples' brains already have restrictions, possession reveals, the amnesia signs are too obvious.
But possessing civilians is indeed troubleso.
Civilians are the foundation for all sects, parents are pseudo-humans, children are pseudo-humans... always lurking, spending generations, joining major sects, climbing sect ladders, Nine-State top, who can guard against it?
Coback.
Ning Zheng listened to Jiucai Rong's lant and was also quite troubled.
"Alright, we agree to cooperate, let's see how Doukou Hong wants to proceed," Ning Zheng rubbed his brow, feeling truly vexed.
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