In the void, ripples spread through space.
An entirely golden figure emerged from the Dark Universe.
If an outsider tried to identify him, they could roughly recognize him as a metal lifeform of the Lingwu Race. In essence, however, he was already a part of Myriad-Heart Man.
"Now that I've reached Machine Race territory, I should be able to buy some more time."
The gold surged like liquid, instantly transforming from a long spindle into a young man. He bore many similarities to Myriad-Heart Man's original true body, yet possessed an uncanny sense of "perfection," as if the beautiful features of countless people had been stitched together.
Neither human nor object, indistinguishably male or female, handsome yet eerily unnatural.
"In the vast universe, gains have always come with losses. I obtained that great opportunity, so it's only natural for someone to fight me for it. He simply came too quickly. I haven't reached my limit yet. If I could produce 10,081 clones and then break through to become an Immortal, my path would be complete."
The golden humanoid's eyes were icy blue, like those of the Machine Race. Data seemed to flow within them, giving them a cold quality.
"Fortunately, I still have over forty clones left. If I had fewer than eleven, I really wouldn't be able to preserve this last clone's sanity," Myriad-Heart Man's main consciousness thought.
Madness was the price of obtaining that opportunity.
Ten insane clones were the absolute minimum needed to sustain one rational main consciousness. When the number of clones reached 108, he could have a second rational consciousness. At 1,008 and 10,081, he could have a third and fourth rational consciousness, respectively.
Of course, his main consciousness could shift between different clones. Thus, as long as his clones remained, Myriad-Heart Man would not