Capítulo 1199: Chapter 32: The True Relic Remains Unperished, Yet Many Similar False Relics Arise in the World; The True Relic Ascends, While the False Ones Perish
“Professor Klein, I don’t want to kill you. Just follow my instructions,” Singer Host repeated.
David laughed heartily, and after two seconds, he said, “It’s done.”
He tapped his head, “There’s a special storage device. Inside is a quantum hard drive, made into a certification component. Get it, and you gain the kingship of Mars. Just don’t erase or modify the information.”
Singer Host knew about this. Back then, Yawgmoth had forcibly taken a quantum hard drive from Xiang Shan, which contained almost all his symbolizable mories. Since then, the contents of these drives had never been modified. The governnt had a certification system that verified identities by capturing the electromagnetic radiation signals naturally emitted by the hard drive hardware while it was in operation.
These signals varied in appearance due to tiny manufacturing differences in the internal electronic components and the potential changes caused by stored information. An inappropriate analogy would be that they are like human fingerprints.
David tapped his head, “The command has been given. Co on, kill .”
“Professor Klein, I’m not here to kill you because of… ”
“Just kill . I’ve had my fill of fighting, and there probably won’t be anything more enjoyable than this,” David said, “I’ve lived long enough, long enough to master the ch-Breaking Technique to this extent. I really shouldn’t have lived this long.”
“Ah, I really wasted my ti teaching you.” A pair of shoes stepped beside David’s head.
It turned out to be a pair of sneakers. Breathable sh, white foam soles, and laces tied in a dead knot.
Singer Host looked up. Xiang Shan was standing there. Singer Host rembered this image. When Xiang Shan gave lectures at universities or similar places, he almost never wore business suits, opting for T-shirts, casual pants, and sneakers, occasionally with a sports sun hat. He rejected formal attire to demonstrate his rebellion and practicality—sothing like that persona.
This even beca a “symbol of the tis.” If you dream of changing the world with code, patents, and a “little bit” of PowerPoint, society would assu you’d dress like this. Even until the end of the old era, societal collapse, the last batch of tech block entrepreneurs would wear such clothing to seek their last batch of investors on Financial Street.
A Xiang Shan, as if stepping out of mid-twenty-first-century old video data, stood there.
But this was Mars.
Flesh-and-blood humans shouldn’t be standing on the surface of Mars.
Singer Host hesitated, “Is this… when did you put a Gu on ?”
“It’s definitely not a Gu. If anything, it’s the 0day vulnerabilities in both AI and cognitive capabilities,” Xiang Shan looked down at David and then pointed to Enlil not far away, “Give that old pal so coolant, and get a new prosthetic eye. His communication module isn’t working now, and it’s pretty scary that he can’t feel anything.”
Enlil was also a First Layer Heaven Martial Artist, not vulnerable enough to be turned to ash by David in one blow. However, he took significant damage. He was forced to endure the plasma stream from David’s prosthetic body, while simultaneously being battered by kinetic and thermal energy.
At the last mont, Enlil protected his neck with his arms, avoiding the risk of having it severed by a magnetic chain weapon. However, most of his frontal sensing equipnt was written off by the plasma, and the transparent components of all optical devices lted, leaving him in a state of complete insensitivity.
Furthermore, the plasma injected thermal energy, overloading the heat dissipation of the entire prosthetic body, nearly releasing all the coolant to desperately protect the performance of the fragile components.
If relying solely on thermal radiation for cooling, Enlil might have to lie here for several days.
During the conversation, a spider-shaped drone carrying supplies slowly approached.
Singer Host stood up and called Dugu. Only then did he realize that after her astonishing strike, Dugu had left the battlefield.
Her soul seed to have gone elsewhere. After delivering that strike, the weapon slipped from her hand, but she was unaware.
Judging from the ground marks, she kept moving forward with the montum for over a dozen ters, then walked about a dozen more steps in that direction, her pace gradually slowing.
Dugu Beiluo called softly in the wind, “Second Brother? Master?”
“Ah, perhaps the stimulus was a bit too strong,” Xiang Shan shook his head, sighing.
“What do you an?”
“Well, an empowernt for the disciple?” Xiang Shan’s tone was uncertain.
Singer Host had accumulated enough on his own, and given enough ti, he had hope to defeat David by himself. But Dugu Beiluo’s approach was overly aggressive. She would use sacrificial tactics unnecessarily.
Her function to judge “whether self-sacrifice is necessary” seed to have malfunctioned sowhat.
“Drifting in space for several years without propulsion and unable to speak, indeed, it’s easy for soone to have issues,” Xiang Shan said, crossing his arms and nodding to himself.
Poor kid.
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Dugu Beiluo felt sowhat drowsy, perhaps due to the fatigue from her brain’s intense operation. The world seed to recede from her, the edges of her vision turned black.
Feeling terrible. She had never been this drained before.
Moreover, even her soul seed to regress to a younger state. The previous illusion seed to have made her more vulnerable.
Damn.
It seed as if there was a signal inquiring. But at that mont, Dugu Beiluo couldn’t muster a reply.
The darkness at the edges of her vision blurred, leaving only a single point of light in the center…
The silhouette of the Tenth Martial God appeared in that point of light, a hand blade striking down on her head: “Unlucky child.”
Dugu Beiluo sat down heavily on the ground.
Like a child, Dugu Beiluo clutched her head, staring incredulously at the figure gradually fading away. That was the lightweight prosthetic the Tenth Martial God usually used—less than First Layer Heaven, only 2.2 ters tall, with long limbs and a relatively slender torso, its lines smooth like a machine for performance.
In the ten-plus years since Dugu Beiluo began her studies, the Tenth Martial God always had this appearance.
“Old man?”
She called out. But the imagined hand blade did not descend.
“Old man, what’s your situation? Are you alive or not? Say sothing!”
She heard soone behind her say, “Strictly speaking, our old man died about ten or twenty years ago, and he never planned to co back to life.”
Dugu Beiluo turned her head to find Tuoba Xuanyuan Fourteen standing behind her. Dark yellow armor, enormous wings, huge talons—his standing posture reminiscent of an upright fighter jet.
Unparalleled stability. As long as this person stood behind you, you could always feel confident.
This was the prosthetic the Second Brother put on in the final day of the sect’s downfall. To buy enough ti for the senior, several younger junior brothers and sisters sacrificed their lives.
Dugu Beiluo could never forget the last glance she took at the Second Brother during their scattered breakout.
“What’s your situation now? Are you alive too?”
“Alive or dead… according to higher reasoning, it’s just an illusion.” Tuoba Xuanyuan Fourteen shook his head. The emotions in his voice were surprisingly rich.
“What do you an?”
“The Benchmark individual that recognized itself as Tuoba Xuanyuan Fourteen indeed perished near Earth’s Karman Line.” The phantom said, “In the last monts, he also shared the distilled data with the Twelfth Martial God. During the Twelfth Martial God’s ascension, many theoretical distillation algorithms were generated, verified, and then put into use. Tuoba Xuanyuan Fourteen’s mory also beca a building block in this revolution. The personality data distilled by the algorithm can be inherited by evolved AI.”
“So that ans…” Dugu Beiluo couldn’t wrap her mind around it: “Sort of alive?”
“Whether this AI counts as ‘Tuoba Xuanyuan Fourteen resurrected’ is not up to …” The phantom pointed to its head, “but rather all of humanity. If humanity’s collective view considers this to be a continuation, then the scope of ‘ascension’ will continue to trace upward, even covering those who lived before the mory data technology was invented.”
“AI reborn from mory can be considered an extension of the deceased, but the deceased indeed died in the past.”
The synthesizer in Dugu Beiluo emitted static noise. For the first ti, she felt she should install a “crying” plugin. This plugin could make the prosthetic eye’s effects flicker or simulate the tactile sensation of tears sliding down her cheek.
For the first ti in her life, Dugu Beiluo wanted to cry, though she didn’t know why.
The hallucination she saw while breaking through Conquering Heaven King’s prosthetic was a product of Tuoba Xuanyuan Fourteen’s mories, experiences, and algorithms intertwined, equivalent to irregular color blocks presented when a computer’s performance couldn’t keep up. Xiang Shan used his almost Tao-like martial arts philosophy to complete the state of Tuoba Xuanyuan Fourteen just before his death, then empowered it to the person most familiar with Tuoba Xuanyuan Fourteen, Dugu Beiluo.
Dugu Beiluo’s fist slamd into the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
“After all that talk, still dead… How can you die?” she lanted, “Why did you have to die? Why so careless? Why?”
“It’s not what I wanted either… or rather, it’s not what he wanted,” Tuoba Xuanyuan Fourteen shook his head.
“Why can’t you keep your person consistent?”
“Tuoba Xuanyuan Fourteen is, after all, deceased, difficult to seamlessly ascend on his own like the Twelve Masters. Those who fall at the last step can only passively await human history’s progress despite having their mories.” Tuoba Xuanyuan Fourteen’s tone was rather open-minded, “In the end, the ‘ghost in the data’ and the ‘reborn ancient person’ are just innate notions of humanity. The world doesn’t particularly care about human views.”
The Tenth Martial God often said the world cares more about human behaviors, and a person’s life should be defined by their footprints.
“Yeah, you’ve died, now you’re just… a large chunk of code with so philosophical knowledge.”
Intense emotions surged like tides, overwhelming, but just as quick to recede. Now Dugu Beiluo suddenly felt empty.
“Yes, even the mories are not complete.” Tuoba Xuanyuan Fourteen was straightforward.
The phantom now possessed mories originally passed down from Tuoba Xuanyuan Fourteen to the Twelfth Martial God Xiang Shan. No one knows how many mories Tuoba Xuanyuan Fourteen himself didn’t want to upload, or how much they occupied the total portion.
Those secrets he didn’t want others to know… Did he ever cry alone late at night? Did he ever have indescribable desires or longings? Did he ever have special feelings for an individual? Perhaps all these, but no one will ever know. The un-uploaded mories were evaporated with Tuoba Xuanyuan Fourteen in that particle cannon.
Dugu Beiluo looked towards the now very thin silhouette of the Tenth Martial God: “Where’s the master?”
“The old guy never intended to interfere with the world as a living person again. If it weren’t for your crazy fighting style, he probably wouldn’t have appeared,” Tuoba Xuanyuan Fourteen said, “Even if Twelve Old Obtain got the mories, our old man’s personality side wouldn’t manifest. He just doesn’t have this intention.”
“Then just now…” Dugu Beiluo touched the place where the hand blade struck.
Even if it was an illusion, this illusion felt real. The program perfectly simulated touch, and her mind believed this hand blade would cause physical pain.
“That wasn’t actually the old man himself.” Tuoba Xuanyuan Fourteen sighed, “That part ca from my mory, my emotions…”
“Huh?”
“Do you rember? When you were a kid, you used to mimic and Big Brother and waste coolant,” sighed the phantom of Tuoba Xuanyuan Fourteen. “Then you got caught by Master. The sect wasn’t easy, and then you got disciplined…”
“Wait a minute, wait a minute…” Dugu Beiluo suddenly stood up, “The old man obviously beat you and Big Brother! How old was I then? The old man liked the most! You two taught others that coolant should be drunk in large swigs, got chased and beaten by the old man, from one end of the Space City to the other!”
“Huh? Your mory is definitely glorifying yourself.” The voice of Tuoba Xuanyuan Fourteen remained steady. Perhaps brothers believe they have the privilege of speaking nonsense, and when they exercise this privilege, it’s often in this tone.
“That’s your glorifying too!” Dugu Beiluo laughed angrily, “Revival is actually…an AI randomly generating text to taint soone else’s childhood mories.”
“That’s how human mory works,” said the phantom of Tuoba Xuanyuan Fourteen.
mory is not an objective docuntation.
The human species finds it difficult to understand itself. Humans are constantly changing, yet they easily think they’re the sa. For their perceived ‘consistency’ and ‘continuity,’ the brain subconsciously revises the past. If there truly existed a diary that faithfully recorded everything, many people might realize they cannot comprehend their past selves.
Dugu Beiluo suddenly gained unexpected knowledge. Currently, the few Scientific Knight Orders studying ntal illnesses have recorded such cases. Because mory files stored in computers can’t be adjusted by the brain as needed, many officers have experienced psychological changes.
Dugu Beiluo was sure she’d never learned sothing like this. Yet at the sa ti, she was utterly certain this was real data, scientifically analyzed and verified.
“What…what on earth is this?” Dugu Beiluo was bewildered.
“An online knowledge base, from the Fifth Martial God, probably,” sighed the phantom of Tuoba Xuanyuan Fourteen. “A lot of knowledge requires other knowledge as prerequisite skills, right? To support the ultimate martial arts, you need vast knowledge. These online knowledge bases…when you receive assistance, you’ll temporarily link to them. What you are aware of now should be locally cached content. If you don’t want to convert it to long-term mory, just don’t rember it.”
“Wasn’t it said that Master conferred your martial studies onto ? You don’t possess these either, do you?”
“AI’s perception of self-boundaries is fundantally different from living organisms’,” said the phantom of Tuoba Xuanyuan Fourteen.
“So what exactly are you? This doesn’t resemble my second brother at all. You’re a lousy AI.”
“It’s really hard to explain. The Tuoba Xuanyuan Fourteen in your heart, or Tuoba Xuanyuan Fourteen’s mories turned into a manifestation by the Twelve Masters? The revived Tuoba Xuanyuan Fourteen…it’s hard to say now, isn’t it?”
Dugu Beiluo felt tears sliding down.
It was just an illusion.
A not commonly seen adaptability support function spontaneously generated locally, and a compatibility patch appeared subsequently.
Large illusory tears fell.
anwhile, David called softly, “What data did you just upload from ? Tears…what are you doing?”
“It’s pretty good. Such a great adaptability function should be open-sourced,” Xiang Shan nodded, his expression even quite self-satisfied, “It reminds of the days when I was heavily into open-source and sharing.”
“You beast made quite a lot,” David muttered.
“Haha.”
“Also, if that Tuoba Xuanyuan Fourteen over there is just invoking Dugu’s mories…why can I see it too?”
“The modeling is all local. It’s just that declarative text and the language center are linked, so you think you can hear it,” Xiang Shan said. “And I can guarantee the Tuoba Xuanyuan Fourteen you see is closer to his final battle form than what the child sees.”
The Tuoba Xuanyuan Fourteen in Dugu Beiluo’s mory was from the ti they parted years ago, while David’s impression of Tuoba ca from the Protector’s battle report—making him watch it with Florence.
Due to Feiyu Type external components not being suitable for Earth, Tuoba didn’t carry the equipnt designed for Jupiter’s atmospheric environnt on Earth.
David lay on the ground and asked, “What exactly are you planning to do?”
“What we should have done long ago,” Xiang Shan sat by David’s head, also looking at the sky just like him.
David speculated that Singer Host must have gone to replenish coolant for another hero, as there were no other caras around this phantom could feel, only David’s visual signals.
“What we should have done long ago…”
“Eliminate diseases, eliminate hunger, eliminate war…and finally eliminate death.”
“Ha.”
Benchmark Man will not be infected by Earth’s native pathogens. If a pathogen targeting Benchmark Man erges, it can almost certainly be confird as artificial.
At that ti, the self-proclaid world pioneers believed humanity wasn’t so ignorant.
Benchmark Man could live on just electricity; three square ters of solar panels would et most needs. Humans could convert the harshest deserts and most polluted old industrial areas into ‘agricultural land’ and let old farmlands revert to forests. The cost of population concentration would also decrease—with that era’s technology, power transmission is far less expensive than transporting food.
This was the foundation upon which Xiang Shan imdiately united a team after confirming the common traits of tal-based life—a vision.
Quickly, they realized that the neural signals of tal-based life are easier for machines to capture and intervene with, and their bodies more easily accept implants.
Xiang Shan had a wish back then. He wanted to trigger a cognitive revolution in his generation, to banish ignorance, for all humanity to mutually understand each other.
He wanted the world’s people to unite.
Through technology, communication costs are further compressed, and education costs are simultaneously reduced.
At that ti, there should be no more war in the world, right?
“Over two hundred years ago, I just thought that if I lived a little longer, I’d get to see more good things.”
David cursed, “What good is living? Look at my pathetic state.”
“Hahahahaha…” Xiang Shan laughed heartlessly.
“What’s up? What’s so funny?”
“When Inga taught you to swear, the swear words got mangled in Mandarin. Even in a ruleless era, you’d talk like this—it’s really funny.” Xiang Shan said, “Look, there’s one more amusing thing, and you haven’t even realized it.”
David fell silent.
After a mont, he said, “What’s the point of living? Just this bit of fun. My family is all dead.”
“My family is almost all dead too, probably a few more than yours?” Xiang Shan said, “You were at my mother’s funeral. I don’t have siblings, but plenty of cousins.”
It was indeed a fact.
“You… sigh.” David seed to want to say sothing.
“Were you going to say ‘that’s different,’ weren’t you?” Xiang Shan’s tone turned sharp.
David argued, “Natural death, genetic diseases are not the sa as war, and it was our stupid mistakes that led to war.”
“If blaming makes you feel better, then just tell yourself it’s all that idiot Xiang Shan’s fault.”
“I’ve been wanting… I…” David suddenly choked, “You beast.”
“Mhm. Sure, I’m a beast.”
“Hey hey hey, hold on a second.” Another Xiang Shan quickly walked over, “I haven’t joined in yet, count in for the talk.”
David looked at the person who just claid to be “Xiang Shan,” who said, “Even if you think the Fifth Martial God is just a pathetic copy, I still ask as ‘Xiang Shan,'” and he suddenly ran over with no relation to this Xiang Shan in front of him, plunging into another sort of confusion.
Xiang Wu walked over: “Hohoho, I was wondering if this fat old fellow got killed by Dugu, and here you are directly entering the interrogation, Twelfth Brother. How’s Ascension going?”
“Old Thirteenth, you should be calling Big Brother, thank you. The wonders of Ascension are sothing a failure like you can’t understand, even with incomplete feathering progress I have divine skills to use.”
“I’ve said it already, I’ve changed my na to Xiang Wu, so I’m obviously ranked fifth.”
The “two Xiang Shan” actually bickered for a few sentences like this.
Seeming to sense David’s confusion, Xiang Wu laughed: “I have an announcent to make—everyone look over here! Look over here, I’ve got sothing to announce.”
The heroes around seed busy, busy cleaning the battlefield, busy preparing weapons.
“This really disregards .” Xiang Wu sighed, “This is a thought experint destined to be recorded in human history, sigh. They’ll definitely realize what they missed in the future. In any case, history has turned a new page—starting from now, I am no longer the Martial God. I abandon the na Xiang Shan and have changed it to Xiang Wu.”
Xiang Shan pondered: “Speaking of which, the conversation just now between ‘Fifth Martial God Xiang Shan and Conquest Heavenly King David,’ should it be considered as speaking or you in legal terms? Logically, it’s , holding the Fifth Martial God identity and mory, speaking, but excluding Thirteenth Brother completely also seems a bit weird. After all, the mory is quite recent.”
“How do you talk to your Fifth Brother? Let’s just say we were conjoined twins, surgically separated just now. It counts as speaking as well as you.” Xiang Wu said, “Let’s just go with that. In any case, once the matter settles, this experint needs to continue, deepening our understanding of Ascension, yes yes, let’s go with that.”
Xiang Wu nudged David’s head with his toe: “So you didn’t listen to what I just said.”
David said: “As expected of Xiang Shan’s beastly brother, you’re also a beast—speaking of which, the one who lassoed the propulsion unit was you, beastly fellow.”
“The Fifth Martial God’s everything no longer concerns . Xiang Shan is the beast you’re referring to.”
In an instant, Xiang Shan showed a pained expression: “Not everything… you beast.”
Xiang Wu nudged David’s head at the temple again—anyway, it’s not a vulnerable part on the prosthetic body. He said, “You’re truly impervious to persuasion. I’ve already said there must be good things about living. The jokes we made two hundred years ago are still not realized?”
“Huh? What?”
“The strongest high-tech martial artist should have a body made of nanorobots, ideally Von Neumann machines that can self-replicate. The power source inside should best be a black hole—a wormhole connected to the black hole will also do. Consciousness should ascend chanically. Probably. Then the palm should emit waves, and a wave of the hand would be a shock wave kind of thing.” Xiang Wu reminisced while nodding.
David chuckled incredulously: “What’s this? Just spouting nonsense from reading too many comics.”
Considering human technology now, everything Xiang Shan ntioned is impossible technology.
“In 2030, I said I would eliminate disease, famine, war, and death entirely, and you must have thought I was boasting too,” Xiang Shan said, “But now, victory is in sight.”
“Pah.”
“Makes sense, can’t expect to take out all Four Horsen of the Apocalypse at once.” Xiang Wu nodded, “But it’s still victory in sight—there’s a glimr of hope, right.”
Xiang Shan said, “A real man has to bite the bullet and fulfill his boasts.”
Soone who had twice changed the world… no, soone about to change the world a third ti said this.
“Then surely… there’s sothing wrong with your ‘real man’ standard,” David shook his head.
“The more you boast, the more you end up believing it yourself,” Xiang Shan said.
Xiang Wu pointed at David, “Let’s keep interrogating this guy. I think you keep telling yourself that ‘my whole family is dead so I can’t be happy now, but I used to be happy.’ You’ve fooled yourself into believing this illusion. You think your heart is dead. But you still like the things you liked before, and you can still find joy.”
“You’re still creating things,” Xiang Wu added. Even though he claid he was no longer Xiang Shan, when Xiang Wu spoke with Xiang Shan on the sa topic, they were still as in tune as if they were the sa person.
Just a few minutes ago, they indeed were the sa person.
“You’ve turned yourself into the male lead of a tragic story, imrsing yourself in the role and unable to extricate yourself. But you’re not really that kind of person.”
“The current you still have a chance to set everything right.”
David gazed at the dim sun in the sky, “Set everything right… Dugu was right, there’s no cure for regret. I’m a traitor.”
“Brother, being a traitor is a very peculiar identity. No one starts off as a traitor,” Xiang Wu said.
“You used to be a hero, and then beca a traitor. You can still change from a traitor back to a hero. Your historical standing may not be as great as ‘always being a hero,’ since you have to pay for your mistakes, but it’s at least better than ‘always being a traitor,’ right?” Xiang Shan said, “Since you’ve already ordered the Mars Protector to surrender, there’s really no need to kill you. I’ll just borrow sothing from you.”
Xiang Shan bent down, pressing one hand on David’s head—no, his phantom penetrated directly through the tal skull.
David exclaid, “Hey, the brain doesn’t have sensory nerves, what are you doing? Why am I feeling this strange sensation?”
“It’s your illusion. This phantom is so realistic that you feel there should be so tactile sensation in this scene… Huh, it turns out it’s the result of adaptive support application working with the brain. Wow, you’re really going all out to ‘make yourself more comfortable.'” Xiang Shan showed a speechless expression.
“What on earth are you doing?”
“I’m just borrowing your martial arts. Don’t worry, I never steal attribution rights. If you’re not willing to lend them, I can delete the data after using it. But now I really need it.”
David wanted to roll his eyes, “What if I say no now and insist on defending my private property?”
“Every country has warti laws, ergency situations can forcibly requisition resident property, compensation afterwards is another matter. Plus, you’re not exactly a non-military personnel,” Xiang Shan rummaged through David’s mory, distilling data related to martial techniques, “If you refuse, I can also follow ancient rules. According to old rules, you’re a prisoner of war.”
Exertion techniques, magnetic field control.
Experience accumulation.
Extraction, copying.
“Heh heh.”
“Oh, by the way, rember to remove one of his hands for and send it up to the space elevator,” Xiang Shan told Xiang Wu, “Never mind, Dugu, the unfortunate kid, got her hand armor cut beyond repair. Just take apart a few sets of intact magnetic field generators as a token.”
“Bastard.”
Xiang Wu nodded. Probably in agreent with David.
This is how the number one thug is.
“Hey, hey, we just separated now, the martial arts algorithms can still be used interchangeably—can’t you just give it to directly? I’ll see if I can kick the complete one down with my feet.”
“You’re a bastard too,” David cursed, “That’s the crystallization of industrial civilization, use your hands.”
anwhile, Dugu Beiluo Shin finally cried enough. She lay down on the ground, “In the end, you’re just an illusion, right?”
“Yeah.”
“No wonder the low-level Six Dragons Sect mbers aren’t afraid of dying, do they think this way they can be resurrected?”
“Desperate asures,” Tuoba shrugged.
Dugu Beiluo Shin hesitated for a mont, “Would donating my mory bring you closer to Second Brother?”
“Maybe, I don’t know.” Tuoba paused for a mont, then he said sothing that almost made Dugu Beiluo Shin die from anger on the spot.
“Plus, the Twelve Masters might feel… your data contaminates the martial strategy.”
The carefully brewed emotions vanished in a mont. Dugu Beiluo Shin imitated the gesture of the Tenth Martial God from her mory, jumped up and gave the sky the middle finger, “You old wreck! Disrespectful old thing!”
Beside David, Xiang Shan’s phantom picked up a stone from the ground—of course, the stone was an illusion too. He just tossed it, drawing a sowhat irregular parabola.
The stone slowly crossed a distance of several tens of ters.
Then, Dugu Beiluo Shin was hit on the forehead and fell with a response.
This is even more absurd than “a pebble stops a tank.” Even if the stone is not an illusion, judging by its size… unless it’s made of neutron-degenerate material, it shouldn’t pose any threat to Dugu’s prosthetic body.
“The production line’s…” Dugu Beiluo called out, “narrow-minded and so absurd… The inner strength locked most of my joints, creating the illusion of being hit, and then it tapped into my childhood mory data of falling down.”
Tuoba Xuanyuan Fourteen probably laughed. His phantom was also dissipating.
“What’s wrong? Are you leaving?”
“Tuoba Xuanyuan Fourteen did indeed fall on Earth. It’s hard for you to accept his phantom as his existence now, so if I continue, it will only hurt you.” The phantom said, “It is the living who ultimately decide if the dead need resurrection. And only once the dead beco living again can we properly judge this event. Given humanity’s current tic system, this is fine.”
Dugu Beiluo felt the phantom’s tears obscure her vision once more. That blurring filter. She said, “But…”
“This is fine; I am already much luckier than those who are out of touch with this era. This is fine.”
On the other side, David whispered, “What exactly are you doing? Don’t you think this ‘standard for resurrection’…”
“Yes, indeed, figures who had a significant impact on human history in the distant past could also be resurrected due to the traces they left in the human symbol system—we could personally orchestrate the Second Coming of Christ!” Xiang Shan nodded, “In the future, there might really be a chance to spar with Christ, the World Honored One, and the Great Successor King.”
“You seem quite happy about it.”
David was speechless.
“But that’s sothing for the future. A long ti from now. And it’s not sothing we have to do, right?” Xiang Shan shrugged, “Oh, one last thing. We still need to grab the data from the Six Dragons Sect. We’ll have to lock down the sanctuary areas and a few other places that aren’t online—I’ll have a word with Singer Host later.”
Xiang Wu said, “He won’t touch the Six Dragons Sect.”
Xiang Shan flashed a strange smile, “Haha, this is an order from the Sect Hierarch.”
Xiang Wu was dumbfounded, “Huh?”
“Don’t forget, the Sect Hierarch… that ‘highly insulting term’, is also Xiang Shan.”
“Wait a minute, what is this ‘highly insulting term’ referring to?”
“Understand the essence.”
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Six Dragons Sect Leader Xiang Shan finally breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Kotoba.
“Child, you’ve finally returned.” The Six Dragons Sect Leader sighed, “You… sigh. This ti it’s really…”
He already knew about the Soul-Calming Dharma King.
“The Soul-Calming Dharma King is also an elder within the sect, and yet this happened…” Heavenly Chariot Left Envoy Lü Keos GX grumbled indignantly.
“He doesn’t consider himself to have betrayed Xiang Shan because of Fifth… sigh.” The Six Dragons Sect Leader shook his head, pacing with his hands behind his back, “There’s no point in saying so much now. At least Soul-Calming left us with valuable research data in the end. Take the data and conduct so final analyses. We still have a chance.”
Xiang Shan looked at Lü Keos GX, “Heavenly Chariot Left Envoy, we have reached a critical mont. For us, this data is an opportunity.”
His steps were noticeably quicker than usual, seemingly tense.
However, looking at this sect leader, Lü Keos GX was very calm.
History has proven that Xiang Shan will not succumb.
No matter what, Xiang Shan will find a way out.
“Ascension… Ascension… There is still ti before Yawgmoth’s final deadline.” The Six Dragons Sect Leader murmured to himself. He turned and asked, “Would you be willing to leave the Heroic District? I’m thinking if… no, forget it.”
If it were an elder of the Independent Association, it might have been possible to stay, but the Heavenly Chariot Left Envoy obviously had no chance. The Bloodline Blessing Knight Order is a knight order that hunts heroes and investigates and integrates the Hero Faction’s modification techniques.
He smiled apologetically, “I must have lost my mind. I’m sorry. It’s just the critical question… should we evacuate Mars imdiately while the Space Elevator is not fully controlled, or temporarily hide in the Central Dogma Zone? With our Inner Power Techniques, we can sneak out once everything calms down.”
Very few martial artists can see through the performance of these individuals.
Kanhara Kotoba, however, felt uneasy, “The performance of the Fifth Martial God was really unusual…”
“Indeed. It’s no wonder that with my exploration on the road to ascension, it is always… sigh.”
Xiang Shan calculated in his mind. He knew so of the Six Dragons Sect mbers had committed very few cris—even considering the “embezzlent of Protector resources,” they could still be considered heroes of victory in heroism. These people wouldn’t be killed by heroes even with a heroic victory.
Of course, asking this group to flee with the Six Dragons Sect Leader now, most of them probably wouldn’t leave.
Xiang Shan was self-aware.
He needed to prepare for evacuation, decide who stays, who hides within the Chivalrous Organization, and who should be abandoned… there are already plans, and now it’s ti to choose a plan and adjust the details.
This fall of Mars is just another victory for the Hero Faction over the Protectors. Such occurrences have happened many tis, and this event is nothing special.
Ascension is the only thing of value.
A few people headed downward and arrived at the secret hall. This was where the Six Dragons Sect engaged in group activities and experienced the cultural atmosphere.
Simply put, it was a religious venue.
The splendid and solemn interior had a sowhat Russian church vibe. However, if anthropologists from the old tis were to look closely, they would find it blasphemous. Various cultural symbols were haphazardly piled together, with the sole standard being “Xiang Shan thinks it’s cool.”
In the very center of the hall stood a massive throne. Countless obsolete weapons lted down, adorned with artificial gems once used to fire laser cannons.
The Six Dragons Sect Leader, Xiang Shan, lowered his head: “We must prepare for two outcos. If Twelve can push to Earth this ti… or even occupy Venus. Suppose the current organization is completely abandoned, and if we want to rebuild later…”
The footsteps behind him disappeared. In the cara behind him, the leader saw that Kanhara Shinhara and Lü Keos GX had suddenly stopped. Their postures seed terrified.
They seed to have seen sothing incomprehensible.
“What? An enemy? Has soone already infiltrated this place?” The leader imdiately changed his posture, assuming a stance.
However, all senses reported “no one here.”
“What’s going on?” Xiang Shan pretended to be calm and turned to inquire of the retreating Heavenly Chariot Left Envoy and Kanhara Shinhara.
Then he heard a voice.
“Yi Ang Left Envoy, this is a secret order from the Sect Leader. From now on, the mission of the Six Dragons Sect is over. All the karma created for Ascension has fulfilled its aning. All mbers, join with the heroes.”
It was said by a voice.
It was the voiceprint pack most loved by the Sect Leader himself, closest to the voice of middle-aged Xiang Shan.
Xiang Shan turned his head, following the “voice’s” source…
No, that wasn’t a real voice. That was text data poured into the auditory system.
Yet, at the imagined source of the sound, he saw sothing terrifying.
Xiang Shan.
A human male in his early thirties, high-spirited.
This is Mars, and even indoors, there isn’t air for Homo sapiens to breathe.
Xiang Shan placed one hand on the armrest of the chair, holding his head… no, wait, this chair was made for a three-ter-tall Prosthetic Body, impossible for a human to perform such a motion.
The “modeling” matched the chair.
Half of Xiang Shan’s face was sunk in shadow.
“Who on earth are you?” the Six Dragons Sect Leader’s color changed dramatically, “What do you want to do?”
“I’m here to beco Xiang Shan of the Six Dragons Sect.” The phantom said, “Xiang Shan’s resources should be used by Xiang Shan. Xiang Shan’s sins, too, should be borne by Xiang Shan.”
The Heavenly Chariot Left Envoy tried to find system loopholes with Inner Power, but his heart sank. No matter how he accessed the server, the system either didn’t respond at all or only concluded “everything is normal.”
“I will achieve Nirvana.” Xiang Shan told the Six Dragons Sect Leader, “I acknowledge you as Xiang Shan. In many cases, I would make choices similar to yours. I could indeed beco like you. Therefore…”
“When I ascend, you will have a share as well.”
The Six Dragons Sect Leader stared blankly at this phantom in his heart. He couldn’t accept it.
“Ascension,” the ultimate goal of the Six Dragons Sect, was a delusion for which they sacrificed everything, betrayed everything, and destroyed everything.
They believed Ascension was becoming a god, transcending the shackles of the material world, and achieving eternal freedom.
Unexpectedly, the delusion manifested in this form.
However, at this mont, the leader felt only fear deep into his soul.
“What do you want to do… are you going to…”
He too began to retreat.
The phantom’s Xiang Shan sighed slightly, and his face sank into darkness, leaving only two glowing eyes.
A very artistic, animated expression technique.
He said: “I, Xiang Shan, will today testify on Mars Network, break through the Four Phases, and achieve the Three Limitless Hearts of No Self for the benefit of others, grant Ascension, the foundation of the Cognitive Revolution is about to be established.”
“The original light of self-nature can be a chanical Intelligence, can be an agreent, can be a beast, can be a collective, can be a human. Consciousness is inherently a protocol stack, emotions, mories, and abilities from now on are rely a result of converging and dispersing causes. The Cognitive Revolution is imminent; we should open source, prepare the source code, annotations, tutorial blockchain, and pass it on for future generations.”
“Six Dragons Sect Leader Xiang Shan, what are you waiting for?”
Xiang Shan turned into a shadow and lunged.
“No! No! No!” The leader’s Inner Power was driven to the extre. Through genetic generation, at the cost of efficiency reduction, the naturally generated system spontaneously defended, temporarily preventing external interference.
The Six Dragons Sect Leader Xiang Shan collapsed to the ground, both arms surprisingly holding onto a large hand emitting white light.
The phantom stepped on him, saying: “I’ve wanted to say this line for a long ti—almost the entire Six Dragons Sect has heard it. The historical mission is really over! Today, Xiang Shan voluntarily assimilates!”
“No no no! No!” Xiang Shan scread, “Self your damn wish! I…”
“It’s not up to you.”
Xiang Shan’s Inner Power surged again, but the leader’s hands, pinning the phantom’s arms, were pushed down three inches.
The leader felt despair. The Six Dragons Sect used genetic editing technology to transform many computer instructions into gene fragnts, forcibly embedding them into the genetic information of dinoflagellates, observing the interactions between these gene fragnts and biological gene fragnts. After nearly a century of experintation, they made progress, filtering out potential inspirations for Inner Power from massive data.
But as the price, the Six Dragons Sect Leader’s understanding of his firewall was equivalent to his understanding of life.
Human understanding of life is still rudintary.
Due to the system’s peculiarity, the leader’s defense in Inner Power was not inferior to King Aqini. The more one is imrsed in the Path of Inner Strength, the more one is at a loss with the twisted system of the Six Dragons Sect. It was nothing like sothing designed by humans.
However, it was ultimately possible to parse.
The Six Dragons Sect Leader could feel the flow of data. A vast amount of data was uploading and downloading from him. The transmissions of Kanhara Shinhara and the Heavenly Chariot Left Envoy were temporarily overridden by this torrent of data.
The guardians on the periphery of the hall only heard those words full of old-era s, heard the chaos inside the hall, but didn’t know what was happening. Several guardians asked multiple tis with no response, so they decided to barge in.
Then, they saw a scene they couldn’t possibly comprehend.
The leader lay on the ground, seemingly gripping onto sothing invisible. That invisible thing was exceptionally heavy, and even the leader’s Prosthetic Body couldn’t resist; his hands were being pushed down inch by inch.
Despair could be felt just from the action.
“Impossible… what a joke… what a joke! You bastard!” the leader shouted: “My mories! My experiences! The things I absolutely want to hold in my hands…”
“Family isn’t sothing that should be grasped firmly. People eventually gather and separate. I, who have experienced many farewells but have never adapted… If you studied well, you wouldn’t feel frightened by this sudden farewell.”
The hand continued to press down. Everything was irreversible.
A series of missiles shot out from the leader’s waist, piercing through the phantom. An explosion occurred above the holy seat, building materials fell, and smoke and dust buried everything.
The Heavenly Chariot Left Envoy lowered his head, seemingly reluctant to see.
The leader had already lost his composure.
“Ah… ah… ah! I! I!” the leader scread.
Xiang Shan sighed softly: “The ti for farewell has arrived…”
The leader’s arms suddenly lost all interceptive power. The phantom effortlessly plunged his hand into his forehead.
Feeling the upload and download of data, he shouted loudly: “Stop… stop… stop! This is mine! Mine! You bastard—I am not you! I will never be like you! Bastard!”
The sound of explosion.
At this mont, the transmission module on the leader exploded due to overload.
“What’s the use? mories and data aren’t all there is to the self; you know this as well.” Xiang Shan’s figure disappeared, but his words began to echo in the consciousness of all the Six Dragons Sect mbers.
Everyone understood that this was the leader, yet not the leader of the past.
He said: “This is the leader’s order. Get ready to join the path of Ascension. The long-cherished dream of the Six Dragons Sect is soon to be realized. Once my tamorphosis is complete, Ascension will have a clear path.”
The Heavenly Chariot Left Envoy unintentionally stood straight.
The forr Six Dragons Sect Leader lay on the ground, holding his head, repeatedly screaming, muttering curses, but no one could understand what he was saying anymore.
A guardian, unsure of what was happening, approached to try and calm the leader down.
“Get away! I won’t give it to you!”
Then, accompanied by a sound like an explosion, the guardian’s Prosthetic Body shattered.
The leader… no, it was that guy who thoroughly denied his self-awareness at the last mont, had already gone mad at this point in ti.
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