The Mother Gu's core chamber resembled a secluded metal altar. The cold, mirror-smooth metal walls swirled with psychic energy, creating flickering veins that emanated an unsettling, alien aura. The entire space seemed both cold and eerie, as if some twisted lifeform were slowly breathing. In the center of the room, the Mother Gu's core hovered in mid-air, its faint crimson glow like the unholy fire of hell, cold and eerie.
The Mother Gu's core was coated in a complex psychic array. Each rune seemed alive, emitting tiny points of light that flickered rhythmically with the core's pulse. Chains of runes extended from the core, connecting like blood vessels to the psychic hub behind Ming Xuanzi. The entire scene seemed silent, but upon closer listening, a low humming sound emanated from deep within the walls. It was the sound of countless psychic currents flowing through the metal channels, as subtle and restless as an undercurrent.
Ming Xuanzi sat cross-legged, his entire body a cold statue. His deep eyes reflected the pulsing data stream on the virtual screen. The screen displayed the progress of the poison's spread, the cold numbers scrolling line by line, the combination of mechanical precision and organic aggression chilling. The data on the screen read: "Coverage: 32%, Spreading Rate Stable, Network Interference Normal." The virtual model of the psychic network spread out on the screen like a spider web, and red rays slowly but steadily eroded each node, as if an invisible hand was pulling Yun Xuanxing's entire psychic network into the abyss.
"The spread isn't enough." Ming Xuanzi lowered his head, his voice as cold as the clashing of steel. "Adjust the psychic output of the Mother Gu core to increase its transmission efficiency by 10%." As he spoke, his mechanized arm lifted slightly, and psychic pulses flashed across its surface like flowing electricity. The arm emitted a slight clicking sound, the unique melody of mechanical and psychic fusion, precise and cold.
From a corner of the room, a mechanical voice boomed with a stylized indifference: "Command received. Psychic output adjustments complete. Diffusion efficiency is expected to increase by 10%, and coverage will reach 50% within 48 hours."
Upon hearing this, Ming Xuanzi nodded slightly, his expression unwavering. His gaze swept across the virtual screen like a sharp blade, revealing a clear model of Yunxuan Star's psychic network. Nodes once brimming with psychic energy were gradually being eroded by the poison, their color shifting from bright blue to a dull red. The most prominent area on the screen was marked "failed"—it was the Lingxiao Sect's psychic node, once the strongest line of defense on Yunxuan Star, now completely compromised, a dead zone.
Ming Xuanzi's lips curled up slowly, a cold and dangerous arc forming. His gaze fell on the area where the Lingxiao Sect was located, and he whispered softly, "Lingxiao Sect... the almighty Lingxiao Sect, I never thought you could be so low." His tone held a hint of mockery, as if he were mocking the arrogance and ignorance of the entire Yunxuan Star. On the screen, patches of red light spread. The psychic network, once radiant like stars, was being reduced to a lifeless ruin by the poison.
"68% short." Ming Xuanzi closed his eyes, and psychic energy gradually spread around him. The rune chains coiled around his back suddenly lit up with an even more dazzling red light, wriggling like living things. His voice was deep, yet filled with a chilling enthusiasm. "Once the poison has completely covered Yunxuan Star's psychic network, I will be able to reversely drain the entire planet's spiritual energy. At that time, Yunxuan Star will no longer be a resource-rich holy land for immortal cultivation, but will become the fuel source for my breakthrough to the Divine Transformation Stage."
He suddenly opened his eyes, a strange red light flashing across them, as if it could pierce every bit of data on the virtual screen. Ming Xuanzi extended a hand, slowly raising it. The poisonous insect model on the screen spun with his movements, its rune chains flickering with subtle light, as if countless tiny life forms were devouring and evolving. Ming Xuanzi watched all this, his eyes filled with endless indifference and greed.
"Psionic energy is merely a tool, the network a plaything." His voice echoed in the empty core chamber. Auras shone from the mechanical arms, juxtaposing with the crimson glow of the Mother Gu's core. The model of the psionic network continued to expand on the screen, the eroded nodes spreading rapidly like patches of grassland incinerated by flames.
A mechanical voice came from the corner again: "The scope of the psychic network interference is expanding. Based on the current spread rate, it is expected to achieve 75% coverage within 72 hours, and the network collapse index will reach an irreversible critical value."
Ming Xuanzi smiled slightly and murmured in a low voice: "Very good, very good..." His eyes passed through the screen, as if passing through countless metal barriers, and saw the future of the entire Yunxuan Star under the erosion of the poison - a dead silence, a dead silence in which he alone controlled the world.
Inside the core chamber, the glow of the rune chains and the crimson light of the Mother Gu's core intertwined into an eerie display of light and shadow, like a silent ritual. The humming sound of psychic energy seemed to grow louder, surging like a tide, enveloping the entire room in a suffocating atmosphere. Ming Xuanzi closed his eyes slightly, and a faint psychic energy emanated from his body, merging with the psychic energy flow throughout the core chamber.
"I've waited too long for this day." His voice seemed to penetrate the void, carrying an unshakable determination.
At that moment, footsteps were heard outside the door. The footsteps were steady, yet carried a sense of restrained power. The door slowly opened, and psychic runes flickered faintly on the doorframe before vanishing. Ye Tiandi pushed the door open, his black-gold robe shimmering faintly under the psychic glow. His brows were sharp, his features were as strong as a knife, but within those deep eyes, a complex emotion lingered. He glanced at Ming Xuanzi's mechanized form, frowning slightly, as if he were feeling a little uncomfortable, but he quickly calmed down and bowed his head, clasping his fists.
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