Deep within the Baixing Sect, the altar, a fusion of mechanical and psychic energy, emanated a suffocating pressure. Ming Xuanzi stood at the center, his figure enveloped in an endless radiance of psychic energy, each wave of which swept across the land like a tsunami. The poisonous insect's complete control of the psychic network caused the psychic resources of the entire Yunxuan Star to flow like a surging river, continuously converging into Ming Xuanzi's body. His semi-mechanized body, against the backdrop of the psychic radiance, appeared particularly ferocious. Mechanical pipelines extended like tentacles to the surrounding psychic devices, transforming the absorbed energy into an endless supply for the cultivators in the Divine Transformation Stage.
The sky suddenly darkened, and Yunxuan Star's skies were enveloped by an indescribable oppression. In the distance, toward the Star Lord's Mansion, spiritual energy surged into the heavens. A blazing beam of light pierced the dark clouds, converging into an immense spiritual sword. The spiritual light was so blazing that even the brilliance of the stars seemed eclipsed wherever the sword pointed.
"Ming Xuanzi!" The Star Lord's roar shook the heavens. His gaze swept toward the Hundred Star Sect like thunder, unleashing the unreserved aura of a Spiritual Transformation cultivator. He raised his mighty spiritual sword high. Its blade, composed of countless intricate runes, shimmered with the majesty and power of the heavens. With a fierce swing of his sword, the Star Lord sent a dazzling beam piercing deep into the Hundred Star Sect.
The sword's gleam pierced the sky, shaking the very air wherever it passed, and the earth split open as if sliced by a sharp blade. However, just as this devastating attack was about to descend upon the Hundred Star Sect, the sect's protective mecha formation activated. Countless Jindan-class mechas ascended from all sides of the sect, their psychic shields converging into an impenetrable barrier. Thousands of mechas formed a steel wall, firmly blocking the Star Lord's sword's gleam.
"Boom!" The sword's light collided with the shield, unleashing a dazzling burst of psychic light. A sharp vibration echoed across the battlefield. The psychic barrier of the sect's protective formation trembled violently, yet remained unshaken. The greatsword's radiance was ultimately swallowed by the psychic shield, leaving only a cloud of rune fragments, drifting between heaven and earth.
Ming Xuanzi's laughter echoed from the depths of the Hundred Star Sect. His voice was as cold and harsh as the clash of metal, filled with contempt and disdain. "Star Master, your time has passed! The traditional path of immortal cultivation is doomed to decline. Cultivators rely on the Way of Heaven, becoming slaves at every step. And I, Ming Xuanzi, will control the Way of Heaven, my own! Just stand still and witness the perfect posture of the mechanical immortal cultivator!"
The Star Lord's expression darkened. He clenched his fists, his nails piercing his palms, yet he felt nothing. He sensed Yun Xuanxing's spiritual energy being drained by the poison at an unstoppable rate, flowing continuously into Ming Xuanzi's body. He whispered with a hint of helplessness, "Mechanized cultivation... This is a deviation from the great path, yet he has truly reached the pinnacle of Yun Xuanxing. Are we now powerless to stop this?"
The cultivators of the Star Lord's Mansion coalition were still repressed by Ming Xuanzi's overwhelming pressure. Their flying swords and spiritual weapons struggled to maintain their function, and the brilliance of their magic faded. On the battlefield, the aura of despair was like an invisible chain, locking everyone's will and making it impossible to move.
Meanwhile, deep within the virtual network, Team Zero was being consumed by the frenzied data flow from the Hundred Star Sect's core node. Countless psychic data chains intertwined into a storm, and psychic fluctuations reverberated throughout the virtual space, seemingly poised to rip everything to shreds. The crimson glow of the core region grew increasingly dazzling. Ming Xuanzi, through the poisonous Gu network, continuously channeled psychic energy into his mechanized form in reality.
Mech Zero hovered at one side of the battlefield. Xiang Fan stared intently at the data stream on the screen, his fingers constantly adjusting the path on the control panel. However, his teammates beside him clearly felt the pressure as heavy as a mountain.
Shadow Killer's giant blade mech barely held off the attacks of several AI mechs. He controlled the mech to retreat, wiped the virtual cold sweat from his forehead, and his voice was filled with helplessness and anxiety: "Boss, this is too outrageous! All the spiritual energy is flowing into their core. It's simply a bottomless pit! If we delay any longer, it will be too late!"
Ling Ruochen's Wandering Feather Sword Armor flickered with a faint psychic light, and his voice was filled with fatigue. "Zero, how about... we retreat first? The psychic flow and data fluctuations here are too strong. If we continue, not only will the mecha collapse, but our data will also be forcibly reorganized. By then, we might be completely absorbed into Ming Xuanzi's network core, with no way out!"
The virtual battlefield, a crisscross of fire and psychic energy, resembled a doomsday scene. Explosions and rune fragments raged across the virtual space. Mech Zero hovered in mid-air, the shadows of his teammates clashing with the enemy flickering across his vision. Yet, Xiang Fan's gaze remained as calm as ice. He took a deep breath, quickly clearing his mind of distracting thoughts. His fingers moved rapidly across the control panel, and the psychic sword in the mech's hand lit up, emitting a low humming sound.
"No, we still have a chance." His voice rang out over the team communication channel with a reassuring certainty.
"Opportunity?" Shadow Killer's giant blade mecha was entangled with several AI mechas. He brandished his giant sword to barely block the psychic artillery fire, and shouted with confusion on his face: "Boss, are you talking nonsense? What chance do we have now?"
Xiang Fan's eyes flickered, and he didn't answer immediately. Instead, he controlled the mecha to precisely dodge a wave of psychic energy beams. His mind raced, analyzing all the possibilities before suddenly speaking, "Do you remember that when cultivators advance, they need to overcome the inner demon tribulation?"
The Shadow Killer was stunned. The giant blade mecha took advantage of the brief moment to fiercely smash an AI mecha into pieces. He scratched his head and said, "Inner Demon Tribulation? Of course I know! The sect elders keep talking about ruthlessness and inner demons, and I'm so tired of hearing them. Wait... Boss, you mean... inner demons? Only after overcoming them can you be considered promoted successfully?"
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