The trigger line for failure was so sensitive and stringent that there was simply no reasoning with it.
Even Ronan—if the illusion he cast upon Earth Spacetime in the future were proven to be nothing more than a "clumsy trick," utterly incapable of fooling the eyes of the Myriad Heavens Gods...
Then he would most likely be smashed to dust and counted among the "failures." All the godlike glory he currently enjoyed in Earth Spacetime would become worthless.
Ronan raised his head. From where he stood, he could see his grandfather's hospital room, where the lights were still on. Even without using his eyes, he knew that his grandfather was still pacing and roaring amid the loose-leaf notes scattered all over the room.
Following the previous line of thought regarding "failures," perhaps the old man was reviewing the past, searching for the reasons behind his failure... But Ronan felt that Luo Yuandao, while he had still been sane, was more likely never to have considered the possibility of victory from the very beginning.
The old man's current emotions were merely an instinctive fury toward an incomplete past and thoughts he could no longer sustain.
In that sense, Luo Yuandao and Old Els—well, the Dark Side Species monster projected into the Mental Ocean—were somewhat alike.
They no longer possessed complete circuits of thought. All they had were instinctive sorting and review of relevant fragments of information.
Section after section, passage after passage.
The only difference was that, because Old Els had undergone a process of absorbing and cultivating faith power in his earlier years, his memories had been projected into the Mental Ocean, becoming distorted and mutated, radiating outward for others to perceive.
As for Luo Yuandao's memories, they could only circulate within his own aged, atrophied brain, struggling to endure