Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 434 The Old Celestial Master Arrives

The spring night is short and the day is high.

It seems to be a gentle trap that no monarch can escape.

However, for Mo Yu, a night of indulgence with the empire's strongest ice queen was clearly not enough to shake his will.

As dawn broke, it was just past the hour of Mao (5-7 AM).

As the first rays of dawn shone through the window onto the dragon bed, a symbol of the empire's highest power, Mo Yu opened his eyes.

His eyes were clear and bright, without the slightest trace of greed or weariness.

Beside her, the once proud and aloof Ice Queen now carried a hint of languor and contentment after a deep sleep, like a satiated cat, serene and beautiful.

Tears still lingered at the corners of her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she was still dreaming of the lingering effects of last night.

Mo Yu quietly got up, put on his unchanging black Taoist robe, and walked out of the palace that symbolized the changing of power in the empire.

Outside the palace gates, the cool morning air still carried a faint air of war, solemn and heavy.

It seemed to be silently telling the story of the dramatic changes that this capital city had just experienced.

The rising sun struggled to spread its light across the earth, but its efforts were ruthlessly blocked by a colossal object.

Protector of the Nation!

The colossal mecha, towering over a thousand meters tall, stood silently in the very center of the palace, like a mountain.

Yesterday's fierce battle left no obvious marks on it; it simply stood still, yet exuded a chilling sense of oppression.

Most of the palace was shrouded in its enormous shadow.

Mo Yu tilted her head back, her gaze slowly sweeping over the smooth yet powerful metal lines.

The cold steel body reflected its domineering and cruel luster in the rising sun.

The powerful and beautiful coolness unique to giant mechs stirred a ripple in Mo Yu's heart.

Although with his current strength, the power boost he can gain from piloting this mecha is not as great as his own.

But... this is a giant mecha!

A creation that perfectly combines power and technology, the ultimate embodiment of violent aesthetics.

What man could resist the temptation to take control of it himself?
With a thought, Mo Yu defied gravity, transforming into a gentle breeze and rising from the ground.

He circled the guardian deity and examined it carefully from bottom to top.

Finally, it hovered over the head of the Guardian God of the Nation.

After some investigation, he quickly found the entrance to the cockpit inside the mech's massive head.

There was no effort spent cracking any hatches.

With a mere thought, a pitch-black wormhole appeared before Mo Yu.

With one step, he entered the interior of the mech.

The cockpit was much more spacious and simpler than I had imagined; it looked like an empty room.

In the very center of the cockpit, a small figure dressed in a magnificent dragon robe lay quietly on the ground.

His eyes were closed, his face was peaceful, and there were no external injuries on his body. Even his clothes were neat and tidy, as if he had just fallen asleep and had been killed by the God of War's arrow.

Mo Yu's gaze lingered on the young emperor for a moment before shifting to the scepter in his hand.

Based on his observation and perception, this scepter connected to the Guardian Mech's divine energy mechanism should be the 'remote control' for manipulating this giant mech.

Although it differs from traditional high-tech joysticks and buttons, direct mind connection and control is the path that large mechs should take.

He reached out and tried to infuse his mind into it.

However, the entire Guardian Machine God remained unresponsive, like a cold, steel tomb.

"Bloodline lock..."

Mo Yu muttered to herself.

An expected result.

This was a back door that was installed at the very beginning of its construction.

Without the bloodline of the First Emperor, this mech cannot be activated.

Otherwise, there would be no reason to let the young emperor, a weak pilot completely incapable of utilizing the combat power of this mecha, operate it.

However, with the Divine Machine Hundred Refinements in hand, Mo Yu could forcibly refine this Guardian Machine God through its [Material Transformation] technique and use it as his own magical artifact.

He slightly closed his eyes, releasing his divine sense to penetrate and cover every corner of the mecha.

The true qi then seeped into the mecha like mercury spilling onto the ground, but due to its biological weapon nature and its massive, kilometer-scale structure, it would probably take him a lot of time and effort to completely refine it.

Moreover, after a brief investigation, Mo Yu also discovered...

This Imperial Arm is named "Supreme" not merely because it was the First Emperor's mount, the largest in size, and the most powerful.

Furthermore, this thing is actually the source of all Imperial Arms! It is the true mother unit of the Imperial Arms, and also the first generation of the Imperial Arms!
The remaining forty-seven Imperial Arms were merely various "byproducts" created by the researchers during the development of this mecha.

For one faction, the greatest value of this Guardian Machine God is not for combat, but for... research and development.

"Interesting. A thousand years ago, they were already able to create such a groundbreaking masterpiece..."

Mo Yu stroked his chin. "Is this First Emperor of the Slaying Sister Empire perhaps a time traveler? Or perhaps a time traveler from a futuristic science fiction world?"

In an era of low productivity, the ability to create such a colossal humanoid weapon out of thin air demonstrates a level of technology and imagination that is even more extraordinary than that of the Qin Dynasty.

Unfortunately, after the First Emperor died, the research on the Supreme Machine God was not carried out, and the related technology was lost over time.

For thousands of years, empires have been unaware of their own treasure, merely treating this "mother machine" as a powerful strategic weapon.

"Pity"

Mo Yu shook his head, but then he thought of Qin Shi again.

With such a vivid example right in front of him, he understood even more why Qin Shi insisted on imposing so many restrictions on himself instead of pushing forward smoothly.

The First Emperor of the Slaying Sister Empire clearly possessed technology superior to that of the Qin Dynasty, yet with his death, the entire empire's technological system collapsed, rapidly falling back to its original level.

Furthermore, the technological pollution caused by his appearance has even shattered the existing technological system.

As a result, despite having the capability to develop such large mechs a thousand years ago, firearms have still not become widespread a thousand years later.

This is the consequence of technological pollution and the collapse of castles in the air.

It is indeed quite shocking.

Just as Mo Yu's figure appeared above the Guardian Mech God, looking down at the capital and pondering how to deal with this thousand-meter-tall mech.

A golden streak of light streaked across the sky and landed on the head of the Guardian God of the Nation, standing shoulder to shoulder with Mo Yu.

It was Zhang Zhiwei, the old celestial master who was brought into this world with Mo Yu.

"Old Celestial Master, it seems you've made quite a bit of progress these past few days." Mo Yu turned his head and glanced around.

At this moment, Zhang Zhiwei's aura was as deep as the sea, a world apart from what it had been a few days ago.

Clearly, he has begun to adapt to this world, and also to his rapidly growing strength after breaking free of his shackles.

"Hehe, thanks to you, I've moved to a bright and spacious place, and my muscles and bones feel much more relaxed."

Zhang Zhiwei stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering, gazing at the magnificent city below, and stroked his beard with a smile:
"Moreover, after leaving the North, I traveled west for a while. I encountered a rather interesting monster and got some exercise, regaining some of the fighting spirit I had back in the day."

"West?"

With his hands tucked into his sleeves, Mo Yu asked curiously, "If it can make you, the Celestial Master, stretch your muscles, then that monster must be quite powerful, right?"

"Strong? That's hardly the right word."

Zhang Zhiwei nodded, a hint of reminiscence in his eyes: "It was only about two or three hundred meters long. In terms of size, it couldn't compare to the Garus Dragon Serpent you killed, but its vitality was extremely tenacious. It took the old Taoist quite a bit of effort. The locals seem to call it something like 'Tyland'."

“Tyrande?” Mo Yu raised an eyebrow.

The relevant information was quickly retrieved from memory.

The raw material for crafting the living armor-type Imperial Armor [Demon Possession], a dragon-shaped super dangerous species.

However, despite being described as dragon-shaped, it actually resembles a four-eyed ferocious beast more like a large lizard, bearing no resemblance to a dragon whatsoever.

It's unclear whether its soul blood can be considered a dragon seed required for the [Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms].

Zhang Zhiwei hesitated for a moment, staring at the capital city below, then suddenly changed the subject and his expression became more serious.

"Young friend, there's something I'm not sure if I should say."

"Speak freely," Mo Yu said nonchalantly.

"You regard the tens of millions of lives in this entire empire as lambs. You use their faith and war to feed the 'god'... and a war god who feeds on 'battle' and 'war'."

Zhang Zhiwei turned his gaze to this young man who had overthrown a thousand-year-old empire, his voice carrying a hint of admonition:
"Although I don't understand the thoughts of you young people, such behavior is against the will of Heaven and is not the right path. I advise you to stop doing this."

Mo Yu was not at all surprised that the old master could see through what he was doing.

His "method of nourishing the spirit" was originally derived from the "shamanistic arts" of the supernatural world, so it was normal that it could not escape the discerning eyes of this Taoist master.

But he paid no heed to the old master's advice.

"Old Celestial Master, you are a monk, seeking freedom and tranquility, and you do not understand the politics of this mortal world."

Mo Yu pouted:

"When humans come together to form a society, classes will inevitably emerge. In the end, the so-called differences in systems are nothing more than which group of people ultimately sit at the top and enjoy the benefits."

"Is it a noble family that relies on bloodline inheritance? A businessman that relies on capital accumulation? Or a politician who relies on rent-seeking?"

Mo Yu stood with his hands in his pockets, gazing down at the pedestrians who swarmed like ants across the streets:

"I rule the world with divine authority, and define 'battle' and 'glory' as the highest goals of the entire society, attracting people to pursue and fight for them, and selecting the best warriors from among them to become the elite."

"This process may seem barbaric, ignorant, and bloody, but in reality, it has surpassed the vast majority of systems in the world."

"A warrior who regards fighting and glory as his lifelong pursuit will inevitably be far less interested in worldly interests than a politician or businessman."

At this point, a playful sneer suddenly appeared on Mo Yu's face.

"More importantly, the upward mobility channels in my system are much broader and fairer than in most other political systems."

"Perhaps, my system will actually last for a very long time."

Zhang Zhiwei fell silent.

He looked at the young man before him, at his calm eyes, and for a moment he was speechless.

Mo Yu appears to be feeding the gods with the lambs of the world.

But in reality, he never intended to seize even a single bit of benefit from the mouths of the people of the world.

He is not greedy for power, nor does he seek personal gain.

Therefore, the oversight agency can hold the lever straight and investigate anyone thoroughly.

Because as long as Mo Yu, the supreme ruler, remains steadfast, he is the chief priest, and if caught, he will only face the consequences of his actions.

There's no such thing as the frustrating story of someone being released by their own boss's boss with a single phone call.

He didn't even think about paving the way for his offspring, so in his system, bloodline was meaningless.

This brand-new system was completely clean from the very beginning, leaving no "backdoors".

In a sense, Mo Yu has truly lived up to the words of the Tao Te Ching.

The reason why heaven and earth can endure and last long is that they do not live for themselves, therefore they can live long.

A ruler who does not seek personal gain, a system that does not exist for selfish desires.

As long as successors can maintain this "purity", how can it easily decay, decline, or even perish?

Zhang Zhiwei sighed deeply. He knew he couldn't persuade the young man.

"So be it, children and grandchildren will have their own blessings."

The old master shook his head, no longer dwelling on it, and a new light rekindled in his eyes.

Mo Yu smiled, knowing that the old master had given up on lecturing, so he took the initiative to change the subject, and his aura began to rise quietly.

"It seems you've adapted quite well."

What sounded like a casual greeting actually contained an overwhelming fighting spirit that was hard to suppress.

Zhang Zhiwei didn't dwell on anything else. His old eyes narrowed into slits, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he nodded.

"Hehe, indeed... I've probably gotten used to it."

The moment the words fell.

Two completely different, yet equally vast and powerful forces collided with a deafening roar!
One was the endless, scorching, and domineering fighting spirit emanating from Mo Yu, along with the pure and sharp sword energy!

The other was a brilliant and warm golden flame that rose from Zhang Zhiwei's body, with faint blue and white lightning visible in it!
"boom--!"

Invisible energy clashes.

The guardian machines beneath their feet groaned under the immense weight.

The next moment, the two figures transformed into two golden streaks of light that pierced through the heavens and earth, heading straight for the cloudless sky!

The earth and the creatures on it are far too fragile for them.

Both of them were highly cultivated cultivators, not some crazy lunatics who killed hundreds of millions of people to celebrate before a major battle.

Given the opportunity, they will still choose to avoid causing harm to the mortal world.

……

Inside the main hall.

Esdeath suddenly awoke.

A hangover-like soreness spread throughout her body, causing her to furrow her brow slightly.

But what bothered her even more was the coldness of being left alone on the dragon throne.

At that moment, two terrifying auras suddenly emanated from outside the hall, making her soul tremble.

One of them was extremely familiar to her; it belonged to the man who had completely conquered her.

And the other...

Esdeath sat up abruptly, her cloak slipping off to reveal her snow-white skin covered in ambiguous marks.

She remembered!
It's that old Taoist priest named Zhang Zhiwei!
It seems that there is a battle agreement between Mo Yu and this old celestial master.

"These two monsters..."

Esdeath instantly understood what was about to happen.

Ignoring her exhaustion, she quickly put on her military uniform and rushed out of the palace gate.

Looking up, all I could see were two golden streaks of light rapidly rising and disappearing from sight at the edge of the sky.

"Trying to abandon me? No way!"

A fiery flame ignited in Esdeath's icy blue eyes—a burning desire to witness the battle of the strongest!
“Crack! Crack!”

A bone-chilling cold erupted from her center, instantly freezing a large area of ​​solid ice beneath her feet.

With a thought, Esdeath activated the massive block of ice, transforming it into a streak of icy blue light that shot into the sky and chased after the clouds.

(End of this chapter)