NOVPUBHis thoughts calmed, returning to before.
"In the Xuanhuang World, there exists the Tablet of Creation, which records every event in the world."
"Once an individual is created identical in every way, it’s possible to replicate every experience they ever had, based on the record on the stone tablet."
"With the same original individual, the same life experiences..."
"The [Life] that is ultimately created will also be exactly the same."
The final answer, derived from the deductions, plunged Li Fan into silence.
The discovery of the Calamity Transcendence Sect undeniably indicated that since ancient times, the Xuanhuang World had always been under strict surveillance.
And now, it wasn’t just surveillance.
The entire Xuanhuang World more resembled a vast experimental field.
The nature of the experiment was truly hair-raising.
"If the conjecture is true, does the Immortal World carry out this endeavor to cultivate a unique cultivator?"
"And upon achieving their goal, they can use the data recorded under strict surveillance to mass-produce countless iterations of the target existence."
Li Fan suddenly envisioned the faces of those cultivators that left their names in the history of the Xuanhuang World.
Xuan Yuanhong, Su Bai, Xu Ke...
And He Zhenghao, Xiao Fan, Zhang Haobo.
All these [Humans], they could all be created once more.
Without unique characteristics, could [Humans] still be called [Humans]?
Even though Li Fan had [Real], which allowed him to return repeatedly to a set anchor point, in his heart, each person he encountered had special symbols unique to themselves.
He Zhenghao was He Zhenghao.
The King of Mystic Sky was the King of Mystic Sky; Mr. Bai was Mr. Bai.
Even if they were NPCs, they had names, distinct identities, and differences.
But now...
The world that Li Fan knew suddenly changed.
Behind every NPC, there could be countless replicas.
It didn’t require him to press the [Real] button; these beings could exchange themselves automatically. Even if destroyed a thousand times, as long as the original data wasn’t lost, they could be created anew.
The world he had thought was a single-player game, with him being the only player, had now turned into a multiplayer online game.
This left Li Fan feeling an uncontrollable sense of revulsion.
The more he thought about it, the more his head spun.
All things in the world turned into twisting and turning lines, vibrant with color, mingling with whispers of unknown evil gods, slowly eroding Li Fan’s will.
Despite the protection of the Xuanhuang Immortal Heart Mantra, he couldn’t maintain a stable, unchanged Dao Heart.
Li Fan’s split spirit shook violently, like roots dispersing in water, slowly disintegrating.
"Ugh... Ugh..."
His figure became ethereal, yet Li Fan could only bend over and retch, helpless as a mortal.
This sudden catastrophe completely stupefied Sun Luyao.
He had no idea why the mysterious and powerful senior before him, while deep in thought, suddenly turned into this state.
"Ugh..."
Li Fan’s vomiting grew more violent.
What he spat out wasn’t physical filth but his own spirit and essence.
"Senior..."
This scene filled Sun Luyao with fear from the depths of his heart.
As if something extremely terrible was about to happen.
"Ugh..."
Li Fan’s voice gradually subsided.
"Cough, cough..."
It transformed into a soft cough.
Then it became a low, slightly crazed laugh.
Accompanying the sinister laughter was Li Fan’s murmuring.
"Senior... what are you saying?"
Sun Luyao felt the hairs on his back stand up and couldn’t help but ask.
"Hehehe..."
"Hehehehe..."
"Hehehehehe..."
"So I say, it’s good that you all died!"
"Everyone dying but me, that’s the perfect situation."
Li Fan murmured like whispers from the deepest abyss, his divine sense locking onto Sun Luyao.
Even though Sun Luyao found these few sentences somewhat unclear in meaning,
they still sent a deep, bone-chilling cold through him.
Just as he was about to say something more.
Sun Luyao suddenly realized in horror that the core source of the Array Technique within him was acting up without cause.
It felt as though any moment now, he would be destroyed in the chaotic violence of self-destruction.
After the initial shock and confusion, Sun Luyao finally came to his senses.
With some disbelief, he looked at Li Fan, "Senior, why?"
Li Fan’s gaze was completely different from any Li Fan had seen before.
It was one of true indifference.
To him, Sun Luyao seemed utterly nonexistent.
Inside the Immeasurable Mirror, Sun Luyao’s recently reformed and reconstituted body started to crumble inch by inch.
And as the spirit of the Infinite Mirror Spirit, Sun Luyao was helpless to stop it.
Realizing his imminent demise, Sun Luyao, who tasted death again after many years, completely lost his composure.
He exhausted every method imaginable to save his own life.
"Senior, spare me! I am your most loyal servant, I will do whatever you ask!
"Senior, I was wrong! I shouldn’t have harbored other intentions, I deserve to die a thousand deaths!"
"Senior, please spare me! I am still useful! The remains of the Xuanhuang Guardian Array haven’t been fully explored yet, I still have value!"
Sun Luyao’s transmission of his final thoughts sped up, until at last he was weeping bitterly and wailing incessantly.
"Senior, let me live a little longer! Let me..."
Pfft.
Like a cockroach effortlessly crushed, Sun Luyao’s life came to an abrupt end.
The ancient mirror surface, once gleaming with spirit, suddenly turned dim.
Falling powerlessly.
"So noisy even when death is at hand, then from now on, you might as well never appear again..."
Li Fan’s eyes were pitch-black, and after a slight movement, he murmured as if mad.
A simple sentence was Sun Luyao’s death sentence.
Not just for this life.
But for all eternity.
As long as Li Fan exists, Sun Luyao will never reappear in the main narrative of the story.
Without Sun Luyao.
There were still Sun Lu Fei, Sun Lu Chang.
It was merely a change of code name, which made no difference to Li Fan.
Sun Luyao, who appeared for the last time without closing his eyes in death, would probably never have imagined that everything was fine just a moment ago. He was helping his senior to explore and decipher the Tablet of Creation of the ancient Primordial Xuanhuang Guardian Array.
And the next moment, he would be forever erased from existence.
The root cause of all this was simply because he saw the disgraceful state of Li Fan caused by a momentary psychological collapse.
Perhaps, to describe it as a psychological collapse was not quite appropriate.
Ever since gaining [Real] and personally tasting the supreme power of resetting everything.
There was hardly anything that could truly harm Li Fan’s spirit.
Even so-called True Immortals or even Nameless Immortals, were no different.
Indeed, the power of a True Immortal could pose a threat to his life.
But that was merely by affecting his methods, thereby preventing the occurrence of [Real].
Not by affecting [Real] itself.
Originally, Li Fan believed that as long as the supreme authority of [Real]’s one-key reset wasn’t shaken, his mental defenses would always be robust and impenetrable.
Everything was insignificant compared to the phrase "It’s just [Real], after all."
But today, Li Fan had encountered something that could truly hurt him.
Because his uniqueness had been challenged.
Although this uniqueness didn’t originally exist for him, it was conferred by [Real].
Yet it still made him absolutely intolerable.
After struggling briefly, his defences finally broke.
But Li Fan, the Grand Preceptor who had been through countless reincarnations and endless tribulations, was truly worthy of his title.
He didn’t collapse for long before he quickly adjusted himself.
Yes, those True Immortals could indeed do to mortals what Li Fan could do to mortals.
But they are all dead.
Dead!
In this world, in the end, there was still only one player left.
Realizing this, Li Fan slowly returned to normal.
As for the unlucky Sun Luyao...
Realizing this, Li Fan slowly returned to normal.
As for the unlucky Sun Luyao... Realizing this, Li Fan slowly returned to normal.
As for the unlucky Sun Luyao...
