Zhou Heng did not know that "Lord of Compassion · ...%￥%...￥ · (•́へ•́╬) · Yixuxi" had voluntarily withdrawn "Virus Source Species · Compassion," nor did he know that the "Master of All Beings" had once tried to reach out and grab him, only to be pushed away by the "Master of Transcendence."
At that moment, he was still inside the "Zhou Heng Clone World," standing on the back of the "Ice God Bird (Element Source Species)." He kept slashing at the world beneath his feet, a world composed of endless Clones, and kept harvesting the "Virus Source Species" pouring into his body to strengthen his "Virus Resistance."
Amid those dull, mechanical slashes, time flowed slowly onward for an unknown number of years.
Soon, in the blink of an eye, it was the end of Zhou Heng's tenth year in the "Zhou Heng Clone World."
By then, Zhou Heng had no idea how many memories of "Clone Zhou Hengs" he had absorbed.
Like countless threads of different colors, those memories were forcibly woven into his consciousness.
Every thread was a complete life, and every life carried the emotions, obsessions, and experiences unique to that "Clone Zhou Heng."
Some Clones were blacksmiths...
Some were scholars...
Some were generals...
Some were beggars...
Some were tyrants...
Some were sages...
When trillions of "lives" were crammed into a single soul at once, the impact brought pain far beyond anything an attack on the physical level could inflict.
Under that immeasurable torrent of memories, Zhou Heng grew somewhat dazed and witless.
It was not that he was not strong enough, but that the memories and pasts supplied by the "Clone Zhou Hengs" were simply far, far too numerous.
Like floodwaters, those memories battered the levees of his consciousness, over and over, layer after layer, constantly eroding