At last, fury rose onto the man's face. He let out a roar and flung his hand.
Splash.
From one of the vats, a living brain surged out.
Multiple cameras observed that brain from every direction and every angle. It was to watch, helplessly, the entire process of the brain becoming infected, dying, rotting, and collapsing.
She vanished from the Virtual World, transcendent to the very last moment.
Yet it suddenly regretted it. Its hatred had not yet been sated, and it unleashed a furious curse.
"Fang Qingjue!"
"I will not let you off so easily!"
"Your genetic information is in my hands, your memory copy is in my hands, and your behavioral template is in my hands!"
"I will revive you again and again, fool you again and again!"
"You—you, all of you—will never obtain freedom!!"
Cloning.
One after another.
The windows playing recordings also split from one into two, two into four. Like a surveillance video wall, they continually multiplied into window after window, each staging story after story, deception after deception.
Snowflake-like windows filled every direction like a kaleidoscope. Yet no matter which window she appeared in, she could no longer provide the terrifying spirituality of her original self. In the end, she would always see through the falsehood and rush toward the abyss of death.
Creak, creak.
Something sounded in the white of The Void, as though teeth were clenching and grinding.
Beep, beep.
The revolving windows flickered, transforming one after another into static, snow, and mosaics.
The boundless assault of information temporarily halted. The Six Paths Sword Immortal finally stopped overflowing his memory and recovered his mind, recovered his senses.
Then he abruptly turned around and saw Target X standing at the center of The Void, fists clenched tight, letting out a hysterical, heart-rending, utterly