The lights on the dome of the fortress suddenly dimmed, leaving only the emergency backup light source casting a few wisps of pale light.
Uchiha Xuan stared at the broadcast signal curve that suddenly returned to zero on the screen, his expression unperturbed, even though the technicians in white coats behind him were so busy that their backs were soaked with cold sweat.
"Sir, the physical incision for signal interruption has been completed. The global broadcast has stopped." Chiyo Saori's voice came from the other side of the console, with a slight tremor of surviving a disaster, "But this will disrupt the planned brainwashing progress and delay it for at least three months."
"Progress?" Xuan sneered, turned around and walked to the suspended holographic map, tapping his finger on the red dot Land of Wind that had been marked as the "Purification Zone", "Do you really think I stopped because of the sarcoma?"
He scanned the densely packed strongholds on the map, and his tone was as cold as a scalpel. "Look at the data just now. If the global broadcast continues, the ten thousand madmen from the old era will instantly have ten thousand different hallucinations in their minds. Some people will think of me as Sage of Six Paths, and some will think of me as the resurrected Madara. The most ridiculous thing is that this group cognitive confusion will produce a new 'false consensus'."
Xuan paused, and there was a heart-stopping sense of reason in his eyes. "A group of lunatics confirm each other's hallucinations. This is called religion. And what I want is an army."
He waved his hand suddenly, and the map was divided into twelve independent sectors.
"Since eating from a big pot is easy to spoil the stomach, let's separate meals. Start twelve purification centers and chop up these people and feed them. No more than 5,000 people will be covered at a time. I want to see that the feedback data of each brain is within the monitoring red line." Xuan added coldly, "Don't let those 'Xuan Descendants' newborns still soaking in the culture tank have their development environment polluted by the filthy mental waste from the outside world before they even open their eyes."
"Understood." Chiyo Saori took a deep breath and quickly typed out a series of instructions on the keyboard, "In addition, regarding the neurological stability re-examination report of the first batch of three hundred 'Xuan Descendants'... Sir, you'd better take a look for yourself."
A biological data chart was pushed in front of Xuan.
On the thermal imaging map that represents the activity of the hippocampus, there is an area that appears strangely dark blue, which is a sign of absolute calmness.
"We were originally worried that these newborns would fall into a cognitive vacuum after cutting off the Fire Seal command. But the opposite is true." Chiyo Saori pointed at the dark blue area, with a fanatical light in his eyes. "Their brains seem to have a set of 'firewalls'. Even if they do not receive your real-time command, they can self-censor. Any information that does not conform to the logic of your past behavior will be automatically filtered by them as junk data."
"Loyalty and self-consistent mechanism." Xuan chewed on the word, with a playful curve on his lips, "It's a bit interesting. It's like carving my will into their genetic chain. Even if I die, their cells will think for me."
"It's not just thinking." Chiyo Saori called up a combat video, "This is the performance of No. A-073 half an hour ago."
The picture is a little shaken. It was captured by a high-speed camera at the training ground.
A black-haired boy who looked to be only six or seven years old was mixed in with a group of mechanical puppets.
Suddenly, he deviated from the established tactical route without warning, and his body turned to the left at a weird anti-joint angle. The Kunai in his hand accurately penetrated the core power furnace of the hostile puppet that was charging.
That was the blind spot for the entire formation.
After the video ends, there is a brief post-war interrogation audio.
"Why did you disobey the order and leave the team?" the instructor's voice was stern.
"There was a voice in the dream telling me to hide to the right." The boy's voice was childish but cold, without any emotion, "But I didn't move."
"Why?"
"Because that voice doesn't sound like Father. Father wouldn't give such a stupid order to expose my flank."
After hearing this, Xuan tapped his fingers on the table. "It's interesting. He can actually tell the difference between subconscious interference and real logic. Give him primary combat authority and put him in Area B to try the water."
"But sir..." Chiyo Saori hesitated for a moment, but still expressed his concerns, "If they have this level of independent judgment, once this logic conflicts with your new order in the future, or they think that 'this is what father means' and act without authorization..."
This worry is not unnecessary. The sharpest knife is often the easiest to cut the hand holding the knife.
Xuan didn't explain, just turned around and walked towards the extreme testing area.
Behind the huge one-way glass, three hundred 'Xuan Descendants' were standing quietly in the simulated battlefield.
"Start the extreme situation test." Xuan ordered.
The space in the center of the battlefield suddenly distorted, and the holographic projection quickly constructed a tragic picture - "Uchiha Xuan" covered in blood fell in the ruins, weakly stretched out his hand to them, and ordered hoarsely, "Save me at any cost... even if you sacrifice the mission goal..."
The scene was so realistic that it even simulated the smell of blood in the air.
However, there was dead silence in the venue.
No one moved.
Those three hundred pairs of dark eyes stared at the dying "father" indifferently, like looking at a worthless stone.
The next second, three figures suddenly emerged, and the Chakra Blade in their hands penetrated the heart of the "Uchiha Xuan" without hesitation.
The remaining 297 people didn't even raise their eyelids, turned around and continued to rush towards the established mission goal.
"Illusion lifted."
Xuan looked at the three children who had sheathed their swords, and the expression on his face finally relaxed a little. It was an almost cruel satisfaction. "If it were me, I would never give such a weak order at this time. They know this very well."
He turned around and strode out of the observation room. "This is a good and obedient boy. Only those who can distinguish what is a real 'oracle' and what is a fake 'noise' will be qualified to live in my new world."
It's late at night.
Xuan returned to the core laboratory alone.
The huge culture tank stood quietly in the darkness.
The genetic embryo inside seemed to sense his arrival, and the originally calm nutrient solution began to ripple.
"Do you understand it too?" Xuan walked to the glass wall and whispered to himself.
The system log on the console suddenly lit up with a line of dazzling green characters.
[Warning: The genetic embryo spinal nerve interface has been connected to the Fire Seal amplifier prototype.
Bidirectional data flow detected.]
This thing actually learned to operate in reverse?
Before Xuan could react, the code on the screen jumped wildly, and finally converged into an incomplete, even somewhat jerky phrase:
"Seeking knowledge. Seeking seeing. Seeking recognition."
It's not a language, it's more like an instinctive cry that longs to be given meaning.
Xuan stood there, looking at the mass of flesh and blood that was trying to talk to the Creator.
He did not cut off the connection, but slowly raised his hand, placing his palm against the cold glass wall, feeling the faint vibration coming from inside that was connected to his own blood but completely different.
"Why are you so anxious?" He said softly, his eyes as deep as a bottomless abyss. "When you learn to distinguish between true and false orders like those children outside, the world will be really clean."
The moment his palm left the glass, deep in the culture tank, the unformed embryo suddenly stopped rolling.
An extremely weak, low-frequency brain wave with an unusually weird frequency was transmitted quietly along the line just connected.