At that moment, the oppressive might of [Historical Reflection] swept across heaven and earth, its indescribable whispers corroding all things.
Pale light and shadow raced across countless mirrors. Falsified histories appeared one after another, their scenes as vivid as stage plays, weaving into a vortex of history that sought to devour Doctor Yi.
Doctor Yi smiled calmly. "History is information too."
Without a trace of fear, he crashed into the tainted mirrors. There was no earth-shaking boom. His body shattered instantly, becoming billions of crystalline blue motes that scattered through the air.
Those motes resembled living fireflies. Wherever they passed, layer upon layer of corruption faded at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The scenes of false history playing across the mirrors also crumbled inch by inch beneath the cleansing crystalline blue light.
Just as Doctor Yi had said, history was information too.
[Historical Reflection] wanted to root its false history in human minds, but what if no one remembered that false history anymore?
Meanwhile, out in the East Continent.
In major bookstores, in the Federation History Museum, and on the bookshelves of countless homes, the words recorded in Pioneer and Destiny suddenly began to tremble violently without warning.
Some people who were reading the book discovered, to their horror, that the letters printed in black ink were disappearing bit by bit, as though someone were rubbing them out with an eraser.
Within the false history, Bai Ye, who was in the midst of a slaughter, felt the pressure on him plummet.
The gaze [Historical Reflection] had fixed upon him was rapidly being stripped away.
The whispers from the unseen grew increasingly frenzied, as though a god were raging.
Bai Ye had seen plenty of impotent rage. A contemptuous sneer curled his lips as he casually severed a Night