A Puppet Humanoid with an iron mask emblazoned across its face. As for the model, it looked extremely old in Wuku's eyes.
As far as he remembered, puppets of this model should have been among the first batches he and Niu Daguan had painstakingly assembled after obtaining the source of the Mechanical Divine Court's technology. That was the only explanation for how crude they looked.
Time inside the palace had been stopped.
Prince Qing, Huang Feihu... those familiar faces stood like statues.
This, of course, did not mean Wuku possessed the power of the Great Dao of Time.
This place was merely where memory data converged. The time stop was only an ability granted by the mechanism of the Holy Temple Apostle account.
The Rebel Leader glanced at the hands revealed after all their disguises had been stripped away, looking somewhat unnatural.
"Oh... I remember now." The Apostle version of Wuku's eyes suddenly lit up slightly. "You were one of the first batch of Awakened to successfully awaken their spirits, weren't you?"
The Rebel Leader did not answer, merely watching him in silence as if pondering something.
Wuku, however, seemed to take a great interest in this. "That first batch of Awakened had severe shortcomings in every aspect. Their data was even unstable. Even after successfully awakening their spirits, their data collapsed before long. How did you manage to continue existing from that time onward?"
"Yes, data collapse." The Rebel Leader's voice was low and hoarse, like a distorted record—ethereal and impossible to identify by gender. "So you dealt with all of them directly... ignoring that newborn fear and those pleas."
"Are you trying to seek justice for those failed products?" Wuku chuckled. "Do you hate me? I only wanted to relieve their suffering."
The Rebel Leader slowly raised her