Tang Xian had always found it strange that he simply couldn't recall any mories before the age of three.
Even though he later confird that it was quite normal for many people to forget their childhood mories, there was usually a blurred buffer zone.
Not like his situation, where one side was the clear, visible world and the other beca an abyssal cliff.
It wasn't until today, with the ergence of two sets of mories, that he finally understood it all.
Far from forgetting, on the contrary—
His overwhelming intelligence and computational capability ant that while still in his mother's womb, he already possessed nearly adult-level wisdom.
All his mories had started at that ti.
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Inside his consciousness, he was in a world that was warm yet pitch black.
The first thing Tang Xian felt when those mories awakened was precisely this.
The ti was twenty-four years ago.
The life experience within the box, perhaps only a few people in the whole world could rember this state.
What echoed in his ears was no longer the conversation between Tang Wen and Zhong Yao.
It was just a woman's low weeping.
Perhaps she was in so cold room, waiting alone for the day of childbirth to arrive.
In the subsequent conversations between so staff and this woman, Tang Xian also confird this.
This woman was his birth mother.
The one truly related to him by blood.
Her genes were quite ordinary in the Human World, yet she had given birth to a monster like him.
She might have never known that during those nights when she humd those mournful ballads, there was always an audience, and the sole audience at that.
It wasn't just the lullabies; there was much more.
She talked to herself as if giving prenatal education:
"My child, you must be a cautious and careful person in the future, you'll have the opportunity to encounter the divine, but there's only a fine line between gods and devils."
Or:
"Don't trust them, they selected all the smartest children only to bestow that steel-like monster with human intelligence.
This world has no gods, we have all been deceived."
The woman was like a preacher who enjoyed speaking in religious puzzles.
Or a heretic breaker.
She would repeatedly mutter certain phrases, seemingly wanting her child to etch them deep into his mory.
Although there were quite a few won in this region responsible for giving birth to the children of order, she was far from the one with the best genes, yet she always believed that her child would be the future Son of Order.
The Son of Order possesses greater wisdom than ordinary people, but they are not omniscient or omnipotent, they simply awakened their intellect earlier.
The greatest achievent of the woman's life was to give birth to this Son of Order in this chanical realm.
After the Son of Order was born, Tang Xian knew the woman's fate even though he did not witness it.
The day he ca into the world, a baby who did not cry caught the attention of many people in lab dust suits.
Instead, the woman beside them screaming hoarsely, desiring just one glance at her child, went ignored.
That was the last ti Tang Xian saw that woman.
She was in hysteria, wanting just one look at her own child, even if her life had no future left.
Tang Xian did not know her na, but ultimately he rembered the face of the woman who gave birth to him.
He felt that his mother was truly pitiable.
At the beginning of humanity, there really are no such things as innately good or bad nature. It's all just instinct, and instincts might lead to good or bad actions.
Tang Xian was like a non-partisan, but when he thought of his mother, he still felt she was truly pitiable.
He actually did rember those words, but he had no way to tell her.
All of this was aningless.
Zhong Yao and Tang Wen were dead, and this woman was probably dead too, most likely disposed of shortly after he was taken away.
In the strictest sense, there were no more relatives left for him in this world.
After this, Tang Xian was taken to a sealed environnt to begin various cultivations.
At the age of two, due to his exceptional intelligence, he was the first to enter the core zone of the divine seat and beca one of the seven god-children to be nurtured.
In the empty divine seat, the teachers responsible for imparting advanced knowledge had yet to appear.
In the first year of his life, he had already mastered part of the language.
For example, the most universally used and widely spoken language in the world.
The wisdom of the Son of Order wasn't considered the limit of humanity. Throughout human history, there have been geniuses superior to the order-bearers, but in learning capacity, mory, and computational ability, they couldn't compare with the Sons of Order.
And premature awareness was like a soul with a asure of wisdom living in the body of an infant.
Tang Xian spent most of his ti in a baby cot. On these highly chanized sleeping devices, he could acquire a great deal of knowledge.
Many of these knowledge required access permissions. His permissions were higher than those of ordinary personnel, but there were still docunts he couldn't consult, docunts that seed to beco progressively accessible as he grew older and contributed more to the chanical divine seat.
But even the knowledge accessible to the Sons of Order at a young age allowed Tang Xian, while waiting for his teachers and peers to arrive, to gradually uncover so secrets.
These secrets were hidden within the divine seat.
Machines cannot evolve; they can only strengthen existing algorithms to the extre. They're incapable of developing new algorithms.
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