National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

Qi Mo, dressed in green, had his usual carefree smile on his face. Qin Yi's face was pale but his eyes were firm. There were also the ascetics from the Great Xia Kingdom. They were dressed in Taoist robes, with upright postures, and their eyes were full of persistence in justice.

Qi Mo's thoughts suddenly drifted back to the sixth reincarnation. At that time, in the ruins of war, a girl held the seeds of "hope" in her hands, her eyes full of determination and resolution.

Facing the threat of death, she did not flinch at all. Instead, before dying, she trembled as she stuffed the jade pendant into Qi Mo's hand and whispered, "You must protect hope..."

"Perhaps." Qi Mo spoke, his voice soft but filled with unquestionable determination, "But since I have entered this cycle of reincarnation, I will never let you end it at will."

"You won't understand. There are always people who are willing to smash the entire gear filled with evil to pieces in order to prevent the seeds of hope from rotting!" As soon as the words fell, Qi Mo's aura suddenly rose, and the ancient sword in his hand shone brightly. The power of the reverse time slash surged on the sword, ready to burst out at any time.

With a loud shout, Qi Mo swung the ancient sword in his hand, and the sword light that slashed against time was like a lightning that created the world, carrying endless power, and slashed swiftly towards Jiying Tiaodong at the core of the gear.

Wherever the sword light passed, space seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, rippling. In an instant, the core of the gear was split open by the sword light, and the powerful force instantly triggered a chain reaction.

The turbulence of space and time was like an upside-down Milky Way, pouring in madly from the cracks. The entire space began to shake violently, gears broke, and metal fragments flew everywhere.

Qi Mo fell involuntarily amidst the chaos and destruction. As he plummeted, he looked up and saw the clouds of the Nine Heavens dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Behind the clouds, a vast expanse of starry sky gradually emerged. It was the pure starry sky he had seen above the Arctic ice sheet during his first reincarnation. The stars twinkled, dazzlingly bright, without the slightest trace of pollution.

In this starry sky, a bright seed is penetrating the turbulence of time and space, dragging a long tail of light, slowly falling towards the blue star.

This seed carries the earliest hope of mankind. It is the spark that splashed into the long river of time when mankind first carved the word "hope" on the rock wall. After countless years, it is still burning and never extinguished. At this moment, it is moving forward firmly towards a future full of unknowns and challenges.

........

at the same time.

Inside the Yuxu Temple in the Ninth Heaven, Taoist Xuanxiao was deducing the Great Zhoutian Star Array with his eyes closed. When his fingertips knocked three times on the jade table, the bronze lamp on the altar, which was connected to Qi Mo's soul, suddenly glowed faintly.

Unlike the blood-red flickering that flickered in the past reincarnations, what was jumping on the wick at this moment was a pure moon-white flame, like broken snow falling on the tail feathers of a blue phoenix, light and stable.

"Finally, the calamity is overcome..." His fingertips slid across the scattered tortoise shells on the desk, and the dense cracks on them suddenly all pointed to the Qian position. His white eyebrows moved slightly, and the jade slip in his sleeve suddenly glowed with golden light. It was the fluctuation of spiritual consciousness coming from the direction of the abyss.

The moment the jade slip was unfolded, Gong Yang Zhanqing's voice, mixed with the noise of the turbulent void, poured into his sea of ​​consciousness: "Master Xuan Xiao, the time anchor point remaining in the gear core is reconstructing the coordinates of the Nine Heavens. Qi Mo's landing point may be--"

His words were suddenly cut off by a sharp electric current. Taoist Xuan Xiao remained calm, instead revealing a knowing smile. He raised his hand and brushed the bronze lamp, revealing the image of Qi Mo swinging his sword at the end of the river of light.

The dragon-shaped runes on the boy's clothes overlapped with the demon god's dragon shadow. When the sword light of the reverse-time slash split the gears, tiny spots of light floated towards the Ninth Heaven like fireflies - those were the shattered fragments of the "hope" seed.

"It's time to start our plan..." Taoist Xuanxiao's expression was solemn. He slowly turned around, his eyes penetrating the numerous palaces of Yuxu Temple and gazing directly at the surging sea of ​​clouds outside the temple. "Qi Mo's salvation and reincarnation calamity has just begun..."

Above the sea of ​​clouds, nine towering bronze armillary spheres are suspended, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere. Each of them is closely connected to the broken world line in reincarnation.

Taoist Xuanxiao quickly formed seals with his hands in front of his chest, and strands of spiritual energy flowed from his fingertips, lingering around him. As he moved, the seventh armillary sphere slowly rotated, its runes gleaming faintly.

In an instant, three dazzling streams of light suddenly streaked across the sky, and the brightest one was filled with a majestic dragon-shaped sword intent, with sword energy running rampant. That was Qi Mo's soul that had returned after nine reincarnations.

Following closely behind were two slightly weaker ones. One of them exuded a fresh and spiritual aura, which was the aura of Qi Mo in a green shirt, with an unrestrained and free-spirited air.

The other one was filled with a hint of alcohol, which was the remains of Qin Yi's soul. Even though only a trace of the soul was left, it was difficult to conceal its unique temperament.

These two streams of light were obviously fragments of consciousness that had survived in a mysterious and tenacious way from their companions who had dissipated in the cycle of reincarnation.

"The lamplighter has returned to his position. Next, we will have a head-on confrontation with the Heavenly Dao Gear." Taoist Xuanxiao looked determined and muttered to himself.

His fingertips slid across the armillary sphere at a rapid speed, drawing complex and mysterious trajectories. Under his control, three streams of light changed direction and rushed towards the "Starfire Platform" located in Taixu Mountain.

The Spark Tower, this seemingly ordinary yet extremely meaningful place, is where the first generation of seeds of hope are deeply buried.

As Qi Mo's soul gradually approached, the mother body seemed to be awakened by an invisible force and began to emit slight vibrations, resonating with it.

At the same time, the three runes engraved on the base of the Spark Platform, "reverence", "resistance" and "inheritance", the three earliest runes engraved by humans, lit up one by one under the reflection of the starlight, and the light became brighter and brighter.

Suddenly, a deafening sound of gears turning came from the sky, the sound was low and suppressed.

Taoist Xuanxiao quickly looked up and saw that the once pristine starry sky was now cracked with fine, spiderweb-like cracks. Within these cracks, countless phantoms of mechanical gears swarmed in, emitting a cold and sinister aura. Wherever they passed, the light of the stars dimmed.

These phantom gears were the result of the backlash of the space-time turbulence caused when Ji Ying Tiaodong was killed by Qi Mo in the cycle of reincarnation. Now they are trying to invade the Nine Heavens and bring a new round of disasters to this world.

But Taoist Xuanxiao remained calm and composed without any panic. He slowly took out a jade slip, which was inscribed with Ji Shanru's elegant handwriting.

This jade slip is the seventeenth time anchor she buried in the abyss after going through hardships.

Ji Shanru's voice seemed to travel through time and space, ringing in Taoist Xuanxiao's ears: "Uncle Master, if the gear shadow invades, then throw the rock rubbing that Qi Mo carved in the seventh reincarnation into the Spark Platform—"