"It's the universe—!" Sun Changkong's excited shout transmitted from the device inside the helt into everyone's ears.
Thus, the children in spacesuits all looked up from the Moon, watching Sun Changkong soar through the clouds, reach out his hand, and fly towards that streak of teor in the universe.
"I knew this guy couldn't sit still," Mario said.
At that mont, only the ntor's face changed as he looked up sharply at her back.
"Changkong, stop!" He opened his mouth and shouted sternly at Sun Changkong.
"How could she possibly stop?" Ji Minghuan was amused, "Are you underestimating our big sister's wild nature?"
He thought to himself, wouldn't this expose the ntor's plot as futile, as long as Sun Changkong reaches the edge of this Simulation Space, he can confirm this is rely an illusion, and the Salvation Society's base isn't on the Moon at all.
However, unexpectedly, at the instant the ntor's shout fell, Sun Changkong's figure suddenly froze, and Ji Minghuan also found himself stunned by this sight.
"Ha..." He tilted his head, "Really, does her character seem like soone who can be persuaded?"
The Sorsault Cloud abruptly stopped, and Sun Changkong slowly turned her head back from the cloud. Her face inside the helt was expressionless, her gaze vacant and dull.
In a calm tone, she asked, "What's wrong, ntor?"
Ji Minghuan watched Sun Changkong's current appearance and couldn't help raising an eyebrow.
"Is this... Psychic Ability?" he wondered.
Before him was a Sun Changkong he was entirely unfamiliar with, like a puppet. Her expression suddenly turned cold, the previous excitent was completely gone, her eyes hollow, and her speaking tone was as monotonous as a robot's.
The vibrant colors within those eyes seed to have vanished.
Staring into her eyes, Ji Minghuan was hit by a sense of dread. He exhaled deeply, looked away from Sun Changkong's face, and slowly turned to the space-suited children beside him.
"Hey, don't you guys find it stran—"
His words were abruptly cut off. At that mont, he saw Mario, Filio, and Shang Xiaoqi standing like lifeless zombies on the Moon's surface.
The expressions on their faces were unexpectedly identical to Sun Changkong's at the mont, numb and cold, their pupils empty, as if a group of androids were standing together.
Ji Minghuan froze, then smirked in self-mockery, cold sweat beading on his forehead, "Playing this ga, huh..."
He instantly understood, the ntor wouldn't allow these children to realize Sun Changkong was brainwashed. So at the mont of manipulating Sun Changkong, he naturally activated the Spiritual Imprint in the others' minds, ensuring no one slips through.
Almost as a first reaction, Ji Minghuan turned his head to the white-haired girl beside him, staring at her eyes through the helt. Kong Youling also turned to glance at him.
Their eyes t on the Moon, her gaze still so clear, like the winter sky. Sure enough, only Kong Youling in the Salvation Team remained rational.
The foolish penguin indeed wasn't affected, her Psychic Ability level was still stronger than the ntor's, even after taking suppressants, the ntor couldn't easily invade her ntal world. Thinking of this, Ji Minghuan breathed a sigh of relief.
Amidst Kong Youling's puzzled look, he reached up and patted her helt, then turned his gaze towards the ntor, his eyes cold.
The ntor was looking up, gazing at the dazed, silent Sun Changkong kneeling on the cloud top.
"Xiaokong, this is the Moon, you can't fly around recklessly. If you get lost, no one will be able to save you... co back quickly." He clasped his hands behind his back and spoke solemnly.
"Co on, isn't this like covering one's ears to steal a bell?" Ji Minghuan sneered.
The ntor did not respond but simply stood silently in place.
After a while, Sun Changkong spoke, "Okay."
Then, she maneuvered the Sorsault Cloud to slowly descend, stopping on the Moon's surface. A dazzling red light flashed across the chest of the spacesuit, and the swirling cloud vanished instantly.
Sun Changkong landed on the Moon's surface, slowly straightened up, stood up, and remained motionless.
Ji Minghuan glanced at her, then at the three expressionless children beside him.
"So it really is…", he thought, "The ntor spent so many years leaving a deep Spiritual Imprint in each child's mind. It seems only Kong Youling and I haven't been hit... But just how many years of constant deepening of that imprint would it take to achieve this level of brainwashing? They don't show a hint of resistance."
"I think... Kong Youling might not be unaffected," the voice of Restricted Level 1001 suddenly entered his mind.
"What do you an?" Ji Minghuan was taken aback, then asked in his heart.
"She ntioned the Moon just now," Restricted Level 1001 said, "from her previous reaction, it doesn't seem like a coincidence."
Ji Minghuan pondered for a mont, "It must just be a coincidence, the penguin monster has never left the Salvation Society base."
"Maybe she actually has, but just didn't tell you. So she just told you the Salvation Society's base exterior is the Moon," Restricted Level 1001 continued.
"Don't be so conspiratorial," Ji Minghuan shook his head, changing the subject, "by the way, didn't you hold Mythical Level fragnts of both Sun Wukong and Zeus? Do these two Mythical Level fragnts have any ability to break Spiritual Control?"
Restricted Level 1001 was silent for a mont, "I haven't researched the Zeus fragnt much, but within Sun Wukong's fragnt, there indeed is an ability that can dispel all ntal control."
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