After his disciples left, Emperor Ye Tian stood there for a long time, motionless. The psychic crystal within the room still radiated a cold glow, casting his figure as slender and lonely. After a long moment, he finally stepped out of his residence. The night sky outside was as dark as the abyss, with only the faint glow of the psychic barrier flickering in the distant horizon.
He slowly walked up to the Hundred Star Sect's high platform, surveying the entire sect. Below, countless disciples busied themselves, their figures dwarfed by the cold, mechanical devices surrounding them. Psychic energy veins flowed through the machinery, emitting a faint glow, as if the entire sect were controlled by a vast psychic network. The swirling runes and mechanical components seemed to silently speak of some cold law.
A cold wind blew from the mountaintop, ruffling Ye Tiandi's black-gold robe. He stood quietly on the platform, gazing at everything below, a complex wave of emotions welling up in his heart. The red light of the mother insect's core flickered faintly in the distance, like an evil eye in the dark night, watching the world and him.
"Master's power has surpassed the limits of mortals, but is this price really worth it?" Ye Tiandi murmured softly, as if asking someone else, or perhaps questioning himself. He recalled the scene of his master's mechanized transformation. The image of the rune chains embedded deep in his flesh was still deeply engraved in his mind, difficult to erase.
His hands clenched involuntarily, his knuckles turning white. Deep within him, a lingering unease lingered, like a sharp thorn piercing his heart. Perhaps his master, Ming Xuanzi, had been right. After all, the pursuit of power was the eternal theme of cultivation. However, the corrosive nature of the Mother Gu program filled him with a vague fear. Once the poisonous Gu completely controlled Yunxuanxing's psychic network, what would become of this planet? The free flow of psychic energy would be completely ended, all life would be reduced to resources, and the entire world would become a lifeless cage. Was this really the future he wanted?
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath of cool air, trying to let the uneasiness dissipate with his breath. But the doubts followed him like a shadow, and the more he suppressed them, the more they grew. He remembered Ming Xuanzi's words that day: "Only absolute power can control everything and transcend the limitations of mortals." His master's gaze was filled with indifference and fanaticism, and that look lingered in his mind, unable to be shaken off for a long time.
"Power... maybe it does have a price, but if you lose your power, you will become useless. Weak people are not qualified to talk about the future, about right and wrong." He whispered, his voice a little colder, like self-consolation, but also like some kind of warning.
His gaze once again became sharp and icy. Standing atop the platform, he gazed at the distant starry sky, then looked down at the bustling operations of the Baixing Sect. He told himself that no matter what the consequences of the spread of the poison would bring, there was no turning back now. His master's decision was the cornerstone of the Baixing Sect's future, and his fate had long been deeply bound to the sect. For his master, for the Baixing Sect, and for his own future, he had no choice but to forge ahead.
In the distance, the crimson light of the Mother Gu's core chamber flickered once more, piercing through the dense psychic mist, flickering as if echoing his resolve. Ye Tiandi gazed at the light, a cold, determined look gradually emerging. He knew that in this struggle for power, no one could escape unscathed, and he, to control his own destiny, must rise to the pinnacle.
"Only by standing at the top can you be qualified to discuss other things." He whispered, with an unquestionable cold light in his eyes.
The cold wind grew increasingly biting, whipping his robes like billowing black-gold flames. He stood on the platform, a solitary statue, gazing down at the intertwined world of machinery and psychic energy below. The entire sect was like a cold machine, operating according to a predetermined trajectory, and he was a part of it, inseparable and unable to escape.
As the night deepened, the starry sky faded beneath the psychic barrier, and the entire Hundred Star Sect grew increasingly gloomy. Yet, in that darkness, the crimson light emanating from the Mother Gu's core continued to flicker coldly, as if silently observing everything, as if awaiting a certain, destined outcome. Ye Tiandi stood there for a long time, motionless, his back silhouetted against the crimson light, looking exceptionally lonely, as if he were the only one left in the world.
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