"Ming Xuanzi, your heart has been found."

Ming Xuanzi's mechanical body trembled violently, an unstable red light flickering deep within his pupils. The vibrations in his spiritual energy channels grew increasingly intense, and the entire Baixing Sect seemed to tremble with it. His mind had yet to escape the calamity of lustful inner demons, but the Foundation Establishment stage's calamity of severing the worldly inner demons descended like a landslide, completely engulfing him in endless illusions.

The void cracked, and countless blurry figures emerged in the darkness. Familiar yet distant faces intertwined in the illusion. They were Ming Xuanzi's former relatives and friends, everything he once had but had given up with his own hands.

"Do you think that by cutting off the mundane world, you can gain eternal Tao heart?" The illusion whispered, the voice without emotion, but like a sharp sword, piercing deep into Ming Xuanzi's consciousness.

"Son... come back..." An old and familiar voice echoed in the illusion, with pleading, tenderness, and endless regret.

Ming Xuanzi's pupils suddenly constricted, his psychic core vibrating violently, his mechanical core beginning to crumble. The cold metal shell peeled off, falling to the ground piece by piece, revealing the flesh he had so diligently erased. His body had become highly mechanized, but at this moment, those once sealed memories, those forcibly forsaken humanity, flooded into his consciousness like a tide, battering his self-proclaimed indestructible will.

"No... Impossible... This is just an illusion... This is impossible!" Ming Xuanzi struggled frantically, his mechanical arms lashing out, attempting to suppress his inner demons with poison and psychic energy. However, the more he struggled, the more violent the illusion's backlash became. The faces of his family and friends grew clearer, and phantom hands reached out, as if trying to pull him back from this dark abyss.

But Ming Xuanzi's face was filled with terror. He waved his arms frantically, tearing and destroying the illusions. However, with each shattering, the illusions reappeared, carrying a stronger emotional impact. His psychic core erupted with an unstable aura, cracks spread across the mechanical surface, and his consciousness felt like it was in flames, burning fiercely.

The Baixing Sect's psychic storm intensified, the rune chains of the poison program becoming disordered, the sect's protective formation lost control, and the entire sect seemed to have fallen into a frenzy, psychic energy disordered, and mechas exploded one after another. The monks watched in horror and retreated.

"Master's condition is not right!" The disciples of Baixing Sect were pale as they watched Ming Xuanzi tumbling and struggling in the air. His mechanical neural network seemed to be completely out of control, and the inner demon calamity that permeated between heaven and earth had not yet ended.

Ming Xuanzi's spiritual consciousness collapsed in the first level of utilitarian mind of the Heart Demon Tribulation. The entire mechanical core kept echoing with scenes of abandoning his fellow disciples and betraying his teachers and friends in the past. The scenes that he once disdained have now become chains that strangled his soul.

"These...are but trifles...Power is supreme!" Ming Xuanzi roared, his voice hoarse and even tinged with despair. He desperately tried to break free from the illusion's shackles, but the pipes in his psychic core began to fracture, the mechanical shell peeling away at an ever-increasing rate. Ming Xuanzi's clone in the entire virtual world was overloaded and completely out of control.

Mech Zero hovered not far away, and Xiang Fan watched all this coldly. He tapped his finger on the console, and the psychic network screen showed the chaotic data within the core. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a sneer: "It's finally starting to collapse."

The next moment, Ming Xuanzi's second inner demonic tribulation—lust—unleashed itself. From the depths of his psychic core, a beautiful, illusory scene emerged: a resplendent palace, and a familiar yet unfamiliar female figure slowly approached. Ming Xuanzi's virtual avatar went completely berserk, its psychic energy rampaging. The runes on the Emperor's armor flickered, and his spiritual world was crumbling.

"Boom!" A strong psychic shock wave swept across the battlefield. Xiang Fan was just about to debug the last wave of Gu programs when he was caught off guard by the violent energy and the mecha system instantly went out of control.

Ming Xuanzi's virtual mecha was like a dying beast, madly releasing its last angry attack. The psychic cannon soared into the sky and directly bombarded Xiang Fan's mecha.

"Boss, be careful!" the Shadow Killer exclaimed.

However, it was too late.

"boom!!"

A violent explosion erupted in virtual space, instantly shattering Mech Zero. A psychic storm shredded the mech's hull, and its runic data collapsed. A red system message appeared on the screen: "Mech Damaged."

Xiang Fan's vision gradually dimmed, and the system prompt sound echoed in his ears: "The current mecha has been destroyed. Please restart the connection."

But Xiang Fan was not panicked at all. He gently took off the virtual device and leaned against the hatch of the dilapidated mecha in the real world, a triumphant smile still on his face: "It's just a small clone, why panic?"

At the same time, Ming Xuanzi in reality finally came to an end.

His mechanical body completely collapsed, his psychic core completely shattered under the impact of multiple inner demonic tribulations. As the multiple inner demonic tribulations of Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, and Divine Transformation erupted one after another, his mechanical body was like an exploding psychic aggregate, part of it directly reduced to dust, and part was swallowed by the chaotic psychic storm.

The Star Lord's eyes focused, and he gripped his psychic sword tightly, seizing the momentary flaw. He activated his magic formula, transforming it into a stream of psychic light that pierced Ming Xuanzi's essence. His soul struggled in the chaotic psychic storm, but was ultimately completely suppressed by the Star Lord's sword light and sealed within the psychic formation.

At this moment, the Baixing Sect's psychic storm gradually dissipated, and the entire battlefield fell into silence.

In the virtual network, Xiang Fan reconnected to the psychic battlefield. The battlefield on the screen had returned to stability, and the virtual space, after the data was reorganized, seemed particularly peaceful. His teammates had already revived and were leisurely "watching the show" from the periphery.

Ling Ruochen was the first to speak in the channel: "Boss, you're awesome! Defeating a Spiritual Transformation cultivator at the Qi Training stage? This has to go down in the history books of the Immortal Cultivation World, right?"

The Shadow Killer laughed heartily. "Boss Zero, from now on you will be the spokesperson for the Psionic Battlefield. 'Zero, the Incarnation Hunter', that's a pretty impressive name, isn't it?"

Ling Ruoxi ate melon seeds leisurely and teased nonchalantly: "Cousin, should we ask the boss for some hard work? After all, we fought so hard just now."

The Xuanwu guard added solemnly, "Five hundred virtual spirit stones, Boss, don't forget to transfer the money."

Xiang Fan held his forehead helplessly and sighed softly: "You bunch of vampires, you will piss me off to death sooner or later."

Shadow Killer took the lead in making a noise: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, Boss, let's do something bigger next time! Doing a spirit transformation in the Qi training stage, this is truly changing fate!"

Xiang Fan smiled faintly, slowly clenched his fists, and silently said in his heart: "Although we are just ants, there is no rule that ants cannot poison immortals, right?"