Jiang Ding and Yuan began urgently revising the refinement plan for the Central Array-Spirit Computer's mainframe. They stripped out every rule and refinement method that might give rise to a puppet consciousness within it, then began another round of revisions.
Just then, having finished a stretch of work, Jiang Ding rose to take his leave.
"Senior,"
"I'll be in seclusion for six hundred and thirty-seven years, three months, and twenty-one days."
Jiang Ding said softly, "When I emerge, I should be able to accelerate this project's research and development again. The Central Array-Spirit Computer's advancement to the eighth-tier celestial-being level should happen within the next few thousand years."
"Congratulations."
Yuan drew a deep breath.
The Great Sun Sword Lord was about to undergo his third nirvana.
Such a terrifying moment had arrived so swiftly, without the slightest warning.
It was a sight that inspired joy and... dread.
After his third nirvana, even if he could not slay a celestial being, he should no longer fear one too much, should he?
The Immortal Sect was about to gain a celestial-being-level existence.
Yet that existence was a single individual, one whose wisdom, creativity, and combat power overwhelmingly surpassed every living being in the entire world cluster.
More troubling still was the Great Sun Sword Lord's condition.
Yuan could neither describe it nor see through it.
But his instincts faintly told him that the Great Sun Sword Lord stood in an eerie calm before a storm of destruction. At any moment, he might erupt and destroy himself—and every other existence.
The world turned, and the years changed.
Generations of Immortal Sect Citizens grew up, died, and entered the cycle of reincarnation. Even the Void Refining True Venerables reached the ends of their lives, bid everyone farewell, and passed away with regrets.
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