During Brian’s inner turmoil, the environnt around him began to gradually beco transparent, collapsing.
Old Bai’s figure also grew increasingly ethereal.
An instinct from the depths of his consciousness surged within Old Bai: the end was nigh.
He felt sowhat reluctant, yet sowhat at peace.
Perhaps it was better to leave.
Old Bai nestled in front of the Taoist Temple gate within his mories, closed his eyes, and awaited the eternal darkness to engulf his consciousness.
Just then,
Brian suddenly raised his head and touched Old Bai’s shoulder, "What are you thinking about?"
Old Bai did not open his eyes.
Instead, the collapsing projection changed once more, transforming into a rapidly shattering scene.
In the scene, Old Bai reverted from an old man of seventy or eighty years to a younger version of himself, and finally, it paused on an image from his childhood: Old Bai followed behind a strange middle-aged Taoist, carrying a small basket on his back, walking along the mountain path, laughing and talking...
A childlike smile appeared on Old Bai’s face.
At the last mont of consciousness.
It was as if he truly traveled through ti, touching his master—now turned into dust—after several decades...
"Lantern walk..."
Brian sighed softly and extended his hand, snapping his fingers.
Snap~
The scene shattered.
The illusionary Old Bai beca still once again.
Old Bai seed to sense sothing.
He slowly opened his eyes and looked at Brian with confusion, as if asking why the latter had interrupted his touch on the most beautiful mories.
Brian shrugged, "When your lantern walk is done, you would truly be dead."
Silence fell for a mont.
Old Bai suppressed the urge to curse, "Everyone will die; I was just happy just now."
Brian shook his head again, "No, this is my ho, and it’s not good luck for you to die here!"
Old Bai: ..
Silence fell again for a mont.
Old Bai forced out an ugly smile, "Should I die later then?"
Brian did not respond but instead asked, "Have you considered living in a different way?"
"Living?"
Old Bai thought he had misheard, "Can I still live in my current state?"
Brian shook his head:
"Your alter ego has completely perished, absorbed by my Heart Domain.
Your current state of consciousness is constructed with my help.
Essentially, what’s left of you is a thought attached to mories, a brainwave with energy about to deplete.
Once I withdraw my Heart Domain, you will completely disappear.
But that doesn’t necessarily an death.
To live is really just a concept.
In my view, the essence of each life is a piece of information.
And information can be inherited."
Brian spoke sowhat convolutedly.
Old Bai pondered for a mont to understand his aning, "Are you talking about reincarnation?"
Brian nodded and laughed:
"Yes.
After gaining the Heart Domain, I considered this matter.
I studied the Saint’s videos afterward.
He can change bodies, which ans my thinking was not wrong.
The only issue is, I have not tried it out yet.
Do you want to be the first guinea pig?"
Actually, Brian was pretty sure of it.
He had not just studied the Saint’s videos but had directly devoured the Saint, inheriting the Saint’s talent—Buddha Country.
The essence of Buddha Country is to absorb consciousness.
If it can absorb, it can preserve, it can release.
The soul from the Exotic Realm that escaped from the Afterglow Board, seeking to reincarnate through his genetic material, was proof of this.
..
If one can live, of course, one wouldn’t want to die.
Otherwise, Old Bai wouldn’t have waited for Brian to rescue him.
He nodded, "Naturally, it’s better to be alive, but if I reincarnate this way, can I beco a normal person?"
If possible,
Old Bai decided to return to his holand after reincarnation and live again as the uncontroversial little Taoist that he was.
"It’s not that simple..."
Brian smiled and continued, "The radiation energy from the Blood Moon, the pollutant at the root, is actually on the consciousness of the Mutant, which is the power of the mind. Even if you switch bodies, the result will be the sa..."
As he spoke, he waved his hand.
Old Bai’s conscious form imdiately began to change.
On his illusory body appeared countless blood-red eyes of varying sizes, opening and closing...
These eyes were Old Bai’s Gift of the Blood Moon!
His current form was also the true representation of Old Bai’s consciousness.
Old Bai frowned, looking at the countless eyes on his body, "It looks truly disgusting, living this way is too exhausting, I’d rather be an ordinary person. Brian, for old Moe’s sake, let just disappear..."
Brian interrupted him, "Since you don’t want to live, let’s consider another plan..."
"What plan?"
"Only leave your Spiritual Imprint for reincarnation, without carrying your mories. This way, you’d essentially be a new, developing individual. This individual will end up resembling you a bit, but won’t inherit your mories."
Brian, afraid that Old Bai would continue to refuse, added, "Just consider it a final obsession for old Moe. Otherwise, when you die, the old man would truly be friendless. Without so thoughts, a person becos like a walking corpse, rely awaiting death."
At this statent, Old Bai fell silent.
In the end, he agreed to Brian’s suggestion.
..
Once the plan was set, the object of reincarnation needed to be considered.
Consciousness is, in fact, developed slowly as the fertilized egg grows.
Thus, every being’s consciousness carries its own genetic information.
This is an individual’s unique Spiritual Imprint.
The body influences and nurtures consciousness.
Consciousness also affects the body.
Old Bai was a Third Rank Life, with a powerful essence of consciousness, so there was no need to worry about becoming strange-looking after reincarnation; chances were he’d look similar to his current form.
The only issue was the choice of the race and parents.
Without the influence of an alter ego, Old Bai was a complete pushover.
He always felt that this was plundering soone else’s life.
Brian couldn’t stand such hesitation.
dically, embryos that have not developed enough are not defined as life.
You think you’re nice?
If it weren’t for the sake of old ng’s face, and because Old Bai wanted to repay by ending up like this, I would have lost my patience and given him a couple of slaps long ago.
In a fit of anger, I directly called old ng to the outside of the basent and told him the situation.
Old ng was a bit dumbfounded.
Just a mont ago, everything was fine, and then in the blink of an eye, you’re telling Old Bai is done for?
Upon hearing Brian say that he could help Old Bai reincarnate without being affected by split personality and Blood Moon pollution, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Reincarnating... choosing parents..."
Old ng stroked his chin and suddenly said, "Since that’s the case, don’t worry about it. I’ll be his dad!"
For his brother, he was willing to go through the trouble!
Standing in front of Brian, with a spectral form, Old Bai:
He had a dark expression on his face.
Seeing this, Old ng chuckled, "Old Bai, rather than calling soone else ’dad,’ you might as well call ’dad.’ Back in my younger days, I was a good-looking guy around these parts. Calling ’dad’ won’t be a loss for you. If anything, you can just call ’dad’ when you are reborn, and I will still call you ’brother.’ We each call our own..."
Seeing his deanor, Old Bai, with a dark face, sarcastically said, "Are you still up for it?"
Brian interjected from the side, "Don’t worry, he should be up for it. I gave him a card, and he’s been switching out Big Ocean Horses every day, spending tens of thousands of US dollars of mine in just a few months."
"What about the hereditary issue?"
Old Bai spoke lazily, "Old ng, you are a Mutant too, though not high-level, you’ve had two Transformations. If I inherit your bloodline, wouldn’t my reincarnation be in vain?"
That’s when old ng caught on.
He nodded dejectedly, "Right, you didn’t ntion, and I forgot I was a Mutant."
"Actually... I have a way to solve this..."
Brian found the two quite amusing and added a remark.
Ultimately, Old Bai really agreed with old ng’s joking proposal.
Perhaps he saw it as a lifeti of brotherhood.
Calling old ng ’dad’ had to be more comfortable than calling a stranger ’dad.’
Keep the benefits within the family.
Old ng: ???
Old ng watched the two figures vanish back into the basent, feeling sowhat staggered.
Hold on, I was kidding.
You took it seriously?
Returning to the Heart Domain.
Old Bai, watching his consciousness body becoming weaker and more spectral, asked curiously, "How are you going to help reincarnate?"
Brian grinned and said, "The process is a bit unsightly, so maybe you could close your eyes?"
Old Bai: ?
The next mont.
Brian’s body collided swiftly, transforming into an octopus-headed humanoid monster with the Heart Domain’s stars above his head and feet on the ground, looking down at Old Bai below him.
Under Old Bai’s shocked gaze.
One of the octopus head’s tentacles shot out like a python, binding his body before being swallowed into a gaping maw...
In his fading consciousness, Old Bai realized.
So Brian’s thod of dealing with him was to eat him!
What kind of monster was he?
Brian couldn’t be bothered to answer Old Bai’s doubts.
He popped Old Bai into his mouth, sucking like he was eating a snail, then closed his eyes contentedly to chew.
When there was no more taste.
Brian opened his mouth again: he tui!
A new bubble imdiately erged in the innermost layer of the Heart Domain.
Inside the bubble, a pitted Old Bai, like an embryo in its mother’s womb, with knees bent and hands around, eyes tightly shut, devoid of consciousness.
There was no more Blood Moon Radiation Energy on him.
Looking at Old Bai within the bubble, Brian shrank in size and turned back into his normal human form.
He looked it over and let out a sigh of relief, "Good thing Old Bai is a Third Rank Life with a strong essence of consciousness. He can last at least another month; otherwise, I might have had to drag old ng to the lab for breeding experints..."
This Old Bai inside the bubble was a fake.
The real Old Bai was already dead.
Essentially, this pitted Old Bai was a Spiritual Imprint carrying Old Bai’s information.
Similar to the obsession person’s Spirit Crystal that Brian had absorbed before.
Additionally.
Brian looked at the new obsession that had appeared in his consciousness and smiled.
Just as he expected.
Old Bai had been dispatched.
With Old Bai’s death.
A new obsession erged in Brian’s mind.
[Old Bai’s Obsession: What kind of monster is Brian, after all?
Gift One: 300 units of Gift Energy.
Gift Two: 100 units of Gift Energy Heart Sound
Gift Three: 1 unit of Gift Energy Insight
Gift Four: 1 unit of Gift Energy Soul Scalpel
Heart Sound: You can sense the most genuine wave of consciousness within a certain range of living beings.
Insight: You can see the essence of the things before you.
Soul Scalpel: Your will can split souls, cut others’, or your own.]
Old Bai’s obsession amused Brian.
The last scene must have scared Old Bai.
To the extent that his obsession turned out to be this.
Just Old Bai’s talent...
Brian looked towards Gift Four.
If he wasn’t mistaken, Old Bai’s true talent to breed without contamination was actually that Soul Scalpel...
Whether that was the case, he would know once he tried.
Brian silently mused, "Old Bai, I am myself, a human nad Brian!"
The next mont.
A warm flow surged.
Old Bai’s obsession materialized at light speed.
Elsewhere.
Old ng was asking Shi San for a loan.
Shi San cautiously asked, "What do you need it for?"
Old ng, rather lancholic, replied, "It’s because I need it, that I’m borrowing money to buy dicine..."
One lifeti, two brothers.
After becoming a Mutant, he protected his purity for decades, but in the end, for his brother, he had to let it all go. His integrity tainted.
Such was the loyalty.
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