As the voice fell, the shrouded spiritual pressure suddenly dissipated, and the air returned to calm. However, several monks remained kneeling on the ground, their legs weak and cold sweat dripping like raindrops. They stared at each other, their eyes filled with fear and helplessness. Although the spiritual energy fluctuations had disappeared, the feeling of complete control was deeply engraved in their hearts. Their lips moved, as if to speak, but ultimately fell silent, as if saying another word would bring disaster.
The atmosphere was silent for a long moment before several people trembled and stood up, supporting each other as they left this secluded corner. Their steps were hurried and chaotic, and their backs seemed incredibly heavy, as if they were burdened with unbearable shackles.
Meanwhile, within the Baixing Sect's main control hall, the radiance of psychic runes continued to blaze, as if a silent, icy feast were unfolding. A projection of the Mother Gu's core hovered in the center of the hall, its crimson light flickering continuously, casting an even paler, colder glare on the faces of each cultivator. The projection slowly spun, its complex chains of runes intertwining in the void. The subtle ripples, like the snaking of a venomous snake, captivated the eye yet instilled a sense of dread.
Several technical monks stood before the screen, solemnly adjusting the operating parameters of the Mother Gu core. The surrounding psychic devices emitted a low humming sound, interplaying with the radiance of the rune chains. A monk suddenly spoke, his voice tinged with uncontrollable excitement: "The Mother Gu's spread efficiency has improved to the expected level! The psychic network's control rate has reached 42%, and we expect to completely cover the core of the Star Lord's Palace within three days."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ming Xuanzi's voice echoed again in the void, still cold and ruthless, like a sharp blade frozen in ice: "Very good. Continue to monitor the dynamics of each node, and report any abnormalities immediately. Remember, the Mother Gu Core must not allow any mistakes."
"Yes!" All the monks in the hall responded in unison, their movements becoming increasingly cautious. Their eyes held a mixture of awe and deep fear. The Mother Gu Core was like an invisible giant beast, coldly observing their every move. They could only cautiously obey.
The glow from the Mother Gu's core grew brighter, and the projected rune chains accelerated, illuminating the entire hall in a crimson glow. Each time the glow expanded, the atmosphere in the hall grew more tense, like a string poised to snap at any moment. No one dared to relax even a little.
Atop a distant platform, Emperor Ye Tian stood quietly, overlooking all that was happening. His gaze, piercing the dense psychic mist, fell on the projection of the Mother Gu core suspended in the main control room. Scarlet light occasionally pierced the mist, flashing through his eyes like lightning. He didn't move, simply standing there, his robes fluttering in the mountain breeze, curling slightly. He looked both lonely and stern.
He slowly clenched his fists, his brow furrowed slightly, and the light in his eyes grew complex and profound. The immense power of the Mother Gu core had fueled the rapid rise of the Hundred Star Sect. Under its control, the psychic networks of the Star Lord Mansion and the major sects were gradually eroded like a spiderweb. But the price of this power lingered like a shadow in Ye Tiandi's mind. He couldn't stop thinking, couldn't suppress the subtle unease within him.
"Master's power... where will our Baixing Sect go?" His voice was low, with a hint of fatigue and confusion that could not be concealed.
He closed his eyes, as if wanting the cold wind to carry away all distracting thoughts, but those complex emotions still lingered. In the distance, the light from the mother insect's core once again pierced the night sky, and the red light reflected on Ye Tiandi's face, like some invisible response, like a sneer from the abyss.
Ye Tiandi's gaze gradually hardened. He took a deep breath, suppressed all his doubts, and whispered to himself, "No matter what, there's no turning back on this path. For the Baixing Sect, for Master, and for myself... everything must continue."
The night grew darker, and the psychic mist enveloped the entire Baixing Sect. The scarlet light was still like the devil's gaze, watching everything coldly, like a silent omen, waiting for the unknown future to come.
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