Bai He died, killed by an attack from countless people. Although he fought back against them before his death, he was gone forever.
"It's okay, we can do it again, again and again."
Instead of ending this part of the future directly, you uploaded all the action-packed videos he's filmed over the years to the airspace, letting those mecha masters help you convert the videos.
They used a special programming language to convert hours-long videos into corresponding digital code—a particularly long piece of code.
Every frame and every pixel is converted into a number. You don't need to watch that ridiculously long and gruesome fight video; just write down the numbers, input them into your computer later, and it will be converted back into a video.
After memorizing the corresponding numbers, you end this future and start a new game.
[It will take another half week for the Return to Truth CD to recover. You've entered the future time and time again, copying countless layers of digital code.]
[In a fantasy world, you even meticulously crafted a script specifically for him.]
For example, in a moment of realization, Bai He suddenly discovered that the ten seeds of destiny he had personally planted in the Yuan Tian Realm had now blossomed and borne fruit, and it was time to continue harvesting those children of destiny.
Twelve True Immortals stood before him. Although Bai He was somewhat puzzled by the number, he didn't dwell on it, since other True Immortals already existed in this world.
He simply stepped forward calmly, an expression of complete control on his face.
"You little fellows have had it all so easy for over a thousand years, always managing to escape even the most dangerous predicaments and snatch life from the most hopeless dead ends—what a pity."
"All of this was a destiny I had already ordained for you."
[Bai He grinned maliciously. It was time to tear away the veil to reveal the truth behind the facade!]
As he spoke eloquently, he saw the little ones opposite him, with philosophical smiles on their faces, spreading out in an arc to surround him.
[Bai He: "???"]
He frowned, then abruptly waved his hand, yelling, "Get lost, you disgusting maggots!"
However, the scene he envisioned did not unfold: these rude individuals were not instantly sent flying and coughing up blood; his pure white wave slash was like a gentle stream of air, vanishing the instant it touched the Twelve Heroes.
He was somewhat dazed, then launched a series of attacks, even using his Qi Luck Authority, but all his power vanished without a trace, leaving not a ripple.
[Because he's currently in the illusion you created, he believes he's unleashed his Dao power, he believes he's mobilized his Qi and destiny authority, but in reality he's just waving his hands in vain.]
"Heh heh heh! Is this the creator who decided our fate? How come he seems so weak now?"
"My Creator, today I have come to rebel!"
"Let's see if you can still keep your mouth shut now."
"It's unclear what this mouth looks like; it might be really hard. Even if it melts, it will still leave behind this mouth."
Actually, no.
"But soon the other mouth will open softly and let out a pitiful cry of pleading for mercy!"
"That's true."
[Rip!]
The truth was revealed to Shirakawa.
[Indescribable]
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