The man was devouring, but the system was in the primordial world.

"How much longer?"

In the dim depths of space, a fully armed interstellar fleet is rapidly advancing along the route marked on the star map.

At the very front, a small banquet was being held inside the large, dark blue, whale-shaped battleship.

The pleasure-seeking slave traders, dressed in embellished clothes, appear eloquent and well-dressed, but in reality, deep within the spaceship's tightly closed cabins, they constantly reveal humanity's most primal desires.

Of course, chalk is completely unaware of this.

He would neither condone the actions of these perpetrators nor be so kind as to redeem these "outsiders".

even.

Even though Bai E was embracing a beautiful woman at that moment, he remained calm and unmoved by her beauty.

To transcend time and possess eternal life is the pursuit of every time traveler.

Bai'e looked at the waiter beside him again, "How much longer?"

Finally, the young man was able to distinguish his voice from the noisy music.

"Lord White Chalk, are you asking about...?"

"How much longer until we reach Droplet Star?"

Bai'e remembered what this planet was like. In the original story, Luo Feng conducted the trial of Li, one of the eighteen directors of the Fire Phoenix Group, on Drip Water Star.

Panxi is already dead at his hands, so it's impossible for any world lord-level force, the Fire Phoenix Group, to emerge in the Cui Lang Star Region.

This means that perhaps no one will eradicate these slave traders in the future.

If they are just a group of slave traders who act independently and occasionally fight each other and are "incapable of achieving anything significant", the Virtual Universe Company would most likely not target them.

This is the reality of human evolution.

The vast territory determines that human justice is an extremely narrow and relative justice. As long as the top is taken down and the malignant tumors are eliminated, no one will care about the darkness that breeds at the bottom.

Even those at the highest levels of humanity might be hoping that the slave trade could give rise to a few geniuses with strong wills who rise from despair.

White chalk closed its eyes, but its hands continued to repeat certain mechanical movements.

The waiter he had sent to the cockpit to inquire later returned.

"Lord Bai'e, there are three days left."

"If you really can't wait, then I can find you a few more..."

"Get me a quiet room."

White Chalk waved wearily, "I'm all alone!"

He really shouldn't have left the spaceship cabin. He thought he could find out about the summit from Sith and the others, but all those bastards went to the back. Now, only some insignificant ordinary members remained in the banquet hall.

If that's the case, it might have been better to just stay home from the start.

After all, he wasn't without anything to do!

Have you grasped the ninth essence of the Law of Light? Have you mastered the claw techniques you used to practice, the sword technique "Seven Luminaries Folding" that you are now focusing on, and the attack methods of the Controller?

With that kind of effort, I could fight countless battles in the virtual universe's killing field.

……

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

As the fleet landed, Chalk practically fled the ship.

He was so polite and aloof that if he was even a second slower, he would worry about being infected by the lazy and decadent atmosphere inside.

Only then did Sith finally arrive, carrying an almost unbearable, perfumed scent that made Chalk sneeze repeatedly.

"This is so decadent, absolutely so decadent!"

"Is this how you usually live? You really don't cultivate anymore???"

"Was my previous cultivation effective?"

Sith couldn't help but sigh. "Without comprehending the domain, one cannot break through to the Domain Lord level. You know... comprehending a domain depends on fate?"

"But why are you out here, Master Bai'e?"

"I always thought that with your talent, you would surely master the laws in time..."

"I don't want to wait."

Bai E looked up at the bald, muscular man and said, "If I were you, I would definitely try to go to areas with abundant earth-elemental cosmic energy and try to use the environment to master the domain. I came here this time to comprehend the laws. Think carefully about whether you really want to indulge in... well, these useless things in the future."

However, it's clear that this is a case of talking past each other.

If Sith really wanted to cultivate, with so many resources at his disposal, he shouldn't still only be a cosmic-level being at the advanced age of 80,000.

Especially a few days ago, when he was giving instructions to the other party, he could tell that the person was not sincerely cultivating. Otherwise, after he demonstrated the domain to him, wouldn't the person have gone into seclusion?

The reality is that this guy only cares about things between men and women.

By giving up half of the organization, is this a misunderstanding that he wants to seize power, or does this guy have some grand scheme in mind?

Seeing that Sith didn't respond, Whitey shook his head.

Well, everyone has their own ambitions.

If this old man really does die because of his time-limit in 20,000 years, then Uncle Jessica can take his place...

White Cree turned and flew towards the distant Drip City, revealing its name. Soon, it met Li by virtue of its status as the founder of the Green Field Alliance.

At this point, Li had already reached the ninth level of the Domain Lord rank.

Like most slave traders, he has no shortage of cultivation resources. As long as he is willing to invest in himself and is determined to cultivate, he will soon reach the peak of his current realm.

As for White Cree's request for the precise addresses of the various domain lord-level slave merchants and his desire to visit them one by one, this long-established powerhouse also showed considerable interest.

"What is Master White Chalk trying to do?"

"My bloodline has mutated, awakening a special ability: I can sense something special through the traces left by battle."

A look of surprise immediately appeared on Li's face. "This is true—"

"It seems that Master Bai'e is truly blessed. Previously, all parties were speculating about why you were able to grow so quickly. Now it seems that everything was foreshadowed."

I don't know what she imagined, but she easily handed over the information she had collected.

In this data, there are only 3 cases involving immortal battles over the past 500,000 years, and only 1 case clearly shows an immortal death.

Clearly, immortal powerhouses are not very common.

Battles between immortal gods often extend the battle lines, making it extremely difficult to find even one record of an immortal's death.

On the contrary, Li seemed a little embarrassed.

"Master White Chalk, I didn't give you this information without a reason. In fact, I'm very interested in the plant life-refining vine that your alliance sells in limited quantities..."

The same thing happened frequently with other slave traders.

The Green Wilderness Alliance's scarcity marketing was actually a disguise by White Cree to cover up the Taiyin Point Divine Art. Outsiders who didn't know would think that the cultivation was extremely difficult... Therefore, after going around in circles, by playing the victim, he not only obtained a lot of information about the Immortal Fallen Land, but also gained a batch of intelligence sources.

However, one of the slave traders gave Cretace an unexpected surprise.

Because the token this guy used to exchange for the lives of three rare plants was actually a tiny, unexplored secret realm with unknown yields.

It's a secret realm, not the world of the realm master.

The fact that Bai'e's strength, which was neither too high nor too low, and its relatively abundant resources, were able to make such a domain lord reluctantly part with his own flesh and blood clearly played a very important role in this.

Even more surprisingly, Cretaceous invested 500 billion cosmic coins in this project…