Living in the Doomsday and Becoming an Immortal Alone-Chapter 1317 - 602: The Questioning of the Ancient Spirit

The Three Immortal Palaces withdrew their troops at an unknown time;

Master Wang's plans, of course, should be completed as soon as possible.

Cloning the deceitful monster was an idea Master Wang had when he first arrived in this Ancient Battlefield Small World.

Now he proactively put forward this idea, full of uncertainty, also as a kind of repayment to Luoshan Hermit.

Would she want a new body?

Wang Jixuan didn't know either.

But he wanted to try, to see if the body cultivated through cloning technology could fuse with Luoshan Hermit's residual spirit, and if it could enhance her power.

For such an 'ally' of an expert, Wang Jixuan would not be stingy.

For this, Master Wang immersed himself in the lab at the Second Base, releasing the Time Dao's Sword Intent to more easily manipulate the flow of time within several zhang.

With the dual support of Immortal Technique and cell catalytic division technology, the cloning experiment progressed rapidly.

Wang Jixuan vaguely felt that he was like...

Hmm, this might be a bit offensive to some seniors...

But the nature of this matter, the role he played in the cloning experiment, was quite like a hen incubating eggs.

Master Wang looked at the vertically placed incubation pods, each containing a baby wrapped in an artificial placenta.

'It's quite fulfilling.'

The Time Sword Intent activated on its own, and Wang Jixuan didn't stay idle, starting to comprehend the Great Path with this time.

With all the external noise, it's best for him not to get involved right now.

Two days later.

...

Sword Dance couldn't find Wang Jixuan outside, so she entered the Ancient Battlefield, found the residence in the Blood Moon, and respectfully made a Daoist bow at the courtyard gate:

"Greetings, Your Highness."

"No need for formalities, I'm just a residual spirit, it's fine for us to address each other as fellows."

"Is Nephew Jixuan cultivating here?"

"He has returned to his residence."

The courtyard gate opened automatically, and Mei, dressed in a colorful dress like a flower butterfly, gracefully floated out, slightly bowing to Sword Dance.

Sword Dance hurried to say, "I dare not accept the courtesy of a senior."

"Am I still me?"

"Hmm?"

Mei gently sighed, looked up at the horizon, and softly said, "You call me senior and say I'm an ancient female general, but now I am a consciousness reborn from my residual husk. So, am I still who I was, or am I entirely new?"

"This..."

Sword Dance didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Because no matter how she answered, it felt like touching Mei's nerve.

However, Sword Dance was not unworthy of being the Deputy Palace Master, her mind was clever, and she quickly came up with a reply.

Sword Dance smiled and said, "This is a matter of perception. If the senior believes she is the same as before, then she is; if the senior feels she has lived a second life, then it is akin to rebirth. However, aren't the clouds of the past also part of the newborn self? The accumulation of past experiences is what forms the true self."

Mei blinked her eyes: "What you said is quite similar to what that guy said."

"That guy? Nephew Jixuan?"

"No," Mei shifted aside, pointing to the pavilion in the corner of the courtyard, where three humanoid mechanical entities were waiting for a fourth to play mahjong.

They were not shy, raising their hands to greet, then shouting in a somewhat strange tone:

"Hurry up! We've been waiting forever."

"Come on, if you can't play, just say so. We three value our time highly; it's been ages since we last had a machine oil SPA."

Mei giggled in response, slightly bowing to Sword Dance, and turned around to float back.

She continued speaking, "I'm coming, I'm coming, cut me some slack, I'm a deceitful monster, my brain is gone, just a skull remaining, you know."

The three mechanical entities kept speaking:

"So why do you, who are unscientific, make us scientific beings wait so long?"

"You're dangerous, deceitful and unscientific monster."

"With your lack of self-identity, you're easily inclined to becoming a masochist. I recommend you promptly undergo personality correction."

"We once worked with a legendary figure—I mean, we perfect, independent cognitive entities did so several cycles ago, in your terms, it's a type of reincarnation, but ours was within a network—that legendary figure possessed a strong masochistic trait, his name was Zheng Shiduo, quite the legend."

Mei admired and said, "I hope one day I can become such a legend."

"Then you've got to work hard."

"Need us to adjust our verbal aggressiveness?"

"Tone it down a bit," Mei pouted, "I have self-respect too, always being mocked by you little ants."

Outside the courtyard, Sword Dance: ...

Alright, deceitful monsters probably all have a screw loose.

Sword Dance lowered her head and entered, intending to walk towards the main house, but her gaze caught something in another corner.

There sat two deceitful monsters in humanoid form.

They were seriously listening to a silver-gray robot giving a lecture, and the lecture content turned out to be...

Uh, some peculiar painting techniques? 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Sword Dance's immortal sense tentatively spread out, astonished by the bizarre scene before her.

In the backyard, there were a dozen more deceitful monsters in humanoid form, each busy with their tasks;

Some were reading, some playing chess, some researching the creation and innovation of dual-wheeled vehicles;

Some were gathered around glowing light screens, holding strange Magic Artifacts, using them to manipulate figures within the light screens to engage in simple martial combat.

Seven or eight silver-gray humanoid mechanical entities were mingling with them.

This scene left Sword Dance full of questions.

And behind a rockery, Sword Dance discovered the Nine Spirits Sword Venerable Sword Nine, wrapped in layers of barriers.