Outside the [Simulator] Light Screen.
Seeing this, Chen Fan could not help agreeing.
Indeed, no matter how he looked at it, the Simulated Clone alone could no longer fulfill "Old Self's" request.
Against the entire [Supreme Immortal] faction, against three [Spirit Transformation Dao Masters] who could descend at any moment, against that madman who could make a sacrifice to ascend to [Half-Immortal]—
—this was the wise choice.
But...
Before him, the Light Screen flickered dimly, displaying cold Options:
[Intervene in the [Simulated Clone's] choice?] [Option One: continue "Old Self's" mission and see whether "Old Self" has a contingency in place.] [Option Two: abandon the mission, making the situation even more difficult.]
This was the Simulation Choice Function, which determined the direction of the simulation.
He was somewhat surprised.
Why had it appeared directly this time?!
But just as he pondered this—
A mysterious, mighty power suddenly descended.
Though exceedingly gentle, it carried an irresistible will, making Chen Fan reach out as if possessed and tap [Option One].
"!!!"
He knew that "Old Self" had intervened.
After all, he was currently inside the [true-false Supreme Realm]. Only "Old Self" could influence him here without a sound or trace.
But from the looks of it, "Old Self" was determined to have the [Simulated Clone] complete the mission he had assigned.
He tried calling out to "Old Self," hoping for an explanation.
Yet there was no response.
The mysterious, mighty power silently withdrew, just as it had arrived, leaving him staring blankly at the Light Screen.
Helpless.
He could only keep reading.
``` [The very moment you confirmed that you would abandon the mission—]
[It seemed that a great Dao resonance rang out from the unseen.]
[First, it reverberated through your sea of consciousness. Then, as though admonishing you, it