The Rebirth of an Immortal Cultivator
Chapter 397: Race Mechanics
Western Region
Somewhere hidden so dark and desolate, there was not a single star living there, not even a star lying dormant without life. This place was extremely isolated, but strangely there was an extremely powerful aura with dense killing intent from this place.
Suddenly there were ripples all around like the surface of the water being touched, then spatial fluctuations were created that slowly exposed a metal object of enormous size, whether to be compared to what. Even the Blue Star of Light, which was many times that of the Main Star, still looked small on this thing.
And, it should be known, the object that emerged from the void was formed from metal material. It was very difficult to make it, it took a long time, unlike a cultivator who created a planet, it could be finished in the blink of an eye.
The shape of the object was like a spaceship capable of holding hundreds of Blue Light Stars together.
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On the inside, somewhere secret from the spaceship. There was a meeting that looked very important, everyone was there in a serious expression. There was a hint of anger and disbelief on their faces.
The one leading this meeting was a young man with short blond hair, white skin as in general, but on his arm and starting from the chest down, it was made of metal that exposed the flow of blue light like an electrical circuit.
His eyes were blue in color and as it emitted light, it manifested a hologram that floated in the air. "The connection with the artifacts we planted in the Southern Region has been cut off. The supply of energy we receive is greatly reduced, the creation of which we planned, may be delayed."
His voice was like an ordinary human, though slightly stiff, as if it could not dispel the mechanical properties.
"Alex, didn't you say shit? You're saying, the tools of the Mechanical Race are unmatched, but now? The device you're proud of has lost connection."
One said he was a young man with long black hair, wearing white Taoist clothing. From the aura released, he was at least an Intermediate stage Heaven God, almost breaking through to the Late stage.
Bang out!
The secretary who was standing beside Alex, slammed her hand as she stared intently at the Taoist. "Speaking once again, the Mechanical Race will no longer cooperate with you guys."
The daoist frowned, then smiled faintly and snorted coldly. "Say it again." His voice was softly emotionless, but the aura coming out of it made space tremble, even the entire spaceship started to sway.
The mechanical woman gritted her teeth and was about to say, but stopped Alex from raising his hand. "Enough!"
The daoist let out a cold snort as he stood up from the chair, he turned to face the iron wall. With his feet forward, the thick wall shattered, revealing the darkness of space. "Speed up! You're just a rusty lump of iron, absorb all the energy, if necessary, kill the woman next to you to supply the energy."
After saying that, the Taoist disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving the meeting room.
The atmosphere returned silent, until one of the people from the Mechanical Race hit the metal table in front of him. "Damn it!" He stood up, looking at Alex. "Chairman! Are we going to let this continue?! How long is our race under him?"
Alex frowned, then opened his mouth and as if sighed. "Wait a little longer, wait until I manage to eliminate the oppression from our God. After that, we can kill him."
Hearing that, the dozens of people from the Mechanical Race nodded their heads in anger. The oppression here has been ingrained for a long time, ever since all of them here were created. This oppression left them unable to do anything to the humans recognized in the program, the Taoist was one of them.
The Mechanical Race was born from accident, there were originally extremely strong cultivators in the Western Region. Understand a wide range of technologies, from basic to peak. A cultivator was a genius, but after making a little mistake, he was expelled from the family.
The cultivator went away from the galaxy where he came from and created a robot to help with the work, then started researching about various things. Out of curiosity, he created a Cultivation Technique for the created robot, which A.I had already planted.
That cultivator was infusing some energy within the created robot, that energy was meant to control it or a sign that the owner of that energy should not be attacked. But, after learning the Cultivation Technique, an unexpected thing happened, the originally flat robot, suddenly awakened its own consciousness without any A.I program, and instantly killed its creator.
After killing, the robot suffered severe damage and the A.I left in it forced it to carry out whatever the owner of the energy left in its body ordered.
Alex was the one who killed him, and until now still felt the oppression of the Taoist who had just left. Although his strength was on par with an Intermediate stage Heaven God, he could not even do anything to an Early stage Earth God whose energy was still embedded in his body.
If Mo Lian had come here, it probably wouldn't have believed in the origin of the Mechanical Race. But this is the truth.
Alex stood up slowly as he looked at the darkness of space. "We all have the same oppression. Our creation does not have it because it is not the Gods who created it, but their power is too low. Our technology alone cannot compensate."
Hearing that, everyone nodded in silence. Even though they were made of metal, yet they had a core like the Soul Core, it absorbed spiritual energy like a cultivator. That energy strengthened their mechanical bodies so that there was no need for an electrical energy source to power them, and their strength also continued to increase.
They had their own cultivation level, the spiritual energy at their core was only limited to Earth Gods, but with the addition of technology, embedded weapons and so on, their strength was able to keep up with Heaven Gods.
Alex turned around and exited the room through a metal door. "Please fix that wall."
After Alex came out, his expression looked grim with the blue light on his dim body. There was a trace of regret, had he not killed “Dewa”, there might not have been any suppression. After all, back then “Dewa” was sick and almost dead, it was not supposed to kill, and it was better to let it die slowly.
Because of him, the Mechanical Race had to feel the pressure and be utilized to take out the Star Core.
They just had fun taking the Star Core because it could increase strength and eliminate oppression, but did not like working for others. If able to escape the oppression, the Mechanical Race would kill the Taoist earlier, then kill all humans or enslave him.
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Southern Region
Mo Lian sat on the edge of the bed with her body slightly bent over as she looked at her own hands. He still feels numbness, and sometimes pain. To make his main body get this kind of effect from the clones, the metal balls he found earlier must have been very strong.
Mo Lian held onto her elbow, then her hand was instantly cut off without any blood coming out. The severed hand instantly grew back, then he crushed the hand he was holding.
The hand turned into a golden-blue flake of light, and there were black dots mixed around it.
Mo Lian watched him closely. "Is this poison? It can erode the energy in the body, what methods do they use?"
"The metal ball earlier, I felt that it came from the Mechanical Race, but the other methods embedded within it came from a Demon Cultivator. Did they come from different races and create one organization?"
Mo Lian frowned as there were so many thoughts in her mind. He sighed and took out a Storage Jade Bottle, then stored the black mass mixed together before reabsorbing the golden blue energy in the air.
He tried to feel his body, then heaved a sigh of relief upon finding out there was no dirt left behind.
"Dear."
Mo Lian looked up, looking at Qin Nian who entered the bedroom. "What's wrong?"
"The three of us are done cooking, lunch is ready."
"Good." Mo Lian stood up from the bed, walking over to Qin Nian. "Did Ni'er help?" He was still a little traumatized while eating Yun Ning's cooking, it looked like a deadly poison within the bowl.
Qin Nian was stunned, then chuckled as he covered his mouth with his hands. "He's been better, he's been practicing cooking. Even if it doesn't taste good, it's still edible."
"Who said it wasn't good?!" Yun Ning stepped with heavy footsteps as it suddenly appeared in front of Qin Nian.
Qin Nian was a little surprised, but immediately smiled and walked over to Yun Ning. "Come on, I'm just kidding," he said softly without any guilt as he pulled Yun Ning.
Yun Ning gave a cold snort, but did not say anything while being carried by Qin Nian.
Hong Xi Ning came from beside Mo Lian. "Nan Ren."
Mo Lian turned her head to the right staring at Hong Xi Ning. Before being able to speak, Hong Xi Ning lunged at his lips and inserted his tongue. He was a little surprised, but closed his eyes and enjoyed it.
Hong Xi Ning took a step back as she let go of her kiss, her gaze deepened as she stared into Mo Lian's eyes. "Thank you for the opening meal."
Mo Lian was speechless when she heard it, and did not say anything when she saw Hong Xi Ning walking up to Qin Nian and Yun Ning.
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