[The rest of that year seemed to fit precisely into your vast, cold calculations, everything advancing relentlessly along the course you had anticipated.]
[On schedule, you completed the first step of a plan that could reshape modern Jujutsu Society, steadily bringing the number of Fully Independent Cursed Corpses, "Great Sage," to a full ten.]
[During that long, oppressive year, the Conservative Faction's old fogeys among the higher-ups of Jujutsu Society, seated behind their screens, finally came to fully understand a cruel fact after one humiliating failure and setback after another.]
[They were finally certain that the method for creating Fully Independent Cursed Corpses you had shared so openly-even generously-at that meeting contained no logical traps or deliberately concealed errors.]
[But the most despairing truth was that no one in this world other than you, Li Shunchen, could reproduce this technology.]
[Their first crushing blow came at the level of pure technical execution.]
[The higher-ups secretly recruited the finest cursed corpse makers in all of Jujutsu Society, attempting to analyze and imitate your miracle.]
[Yet those craftsmen, on whom they had pinned such high hopes, simply could not perform your intricate engraving of soul information, which was like carving patterns at the atomic level.]
[The cursed technique circuitry you had shared was too vast and precise. Even when those craftsmen reluctantly spent an unimaginable amount of time trying to engrave it inch by inch with the same precision as you, their shortcomings as mediocre sorcerers were immediately exposed: under such exacting expenditure, their cursed energy reserves soon ran completely dry.]
[To continue the engraving, they had to set down their engraving knives, drenched in sweat, and take mandatory breaks to give their bodies time to recover cursed energy.]
[But this was precisely the fatal flaw.]
[Once their cursed energy had fully