Jing Jiu's awareness extended to all parts of the universe along the interplanetary network at an unimaginably fast speed.
First, he controlled the entire Star-Vanguard Fleet.
In the next moment, he planned to control the space hub of the Scorpion Tail Nebula and control the supply of resources to the Federation of the Milky Way.
Next, he planned to enter the top-secret database of the military to find the code of the defense system of the ancestral planet and kill someone for the Immortal Tan.
In the end, he planned to control the entire Federation of the Milky Way and ask General Li and the other ascendants to surrender.
This was his plan.
Jing Jiu had thought about it with his eyes closed for many days in the Scorching-Sun Battleship while facing the Go pieces all over the sky.
As for how to ignite those permanent stars, he had merely thought about it in the beginning. There were still three hundred years to go, so there was no need to hurry.
Theoretically, this plan was not a problem; it was because General Li had no idea that Hua Xi was the replica of that person.
Yet, everything in the world corresponded to each other.
There was no such thing as observing someone, and no such thing as controlling something.
Even if one merely glanced at someone, many photons would fall into one's eyes.
When one used his awareness to control a device or a chip, the corresponding data would come back to one's awareness. Back when he connected to the interplanetary network in the library of the Shixin Institute under the Stargate for the first time, it was overloaded because the amount of data he downloaded was too large. He was in the universe now, and he was using the long-distance wireless transmission. Theoretically, as long as his spiritual world could withstand it, there was no upper limit to the speed of downloading or communicating.
The ring was neither a real information node nor a data bridge; it was more like a digital label.
As his awareness spread to all parts of the universe, a great deal of information came from all over the universe and entered his spiritual world.
This was not a problem, nor was it dangerous. He was not a regular human, and his spiritual world was as deep as the ocean. And he could stop the process at any time if he wanted to.
Stop.
When he thought of this word, he had actually given an order with his awareness; but … he didn't stop.
A great deal of data kept coming from all over the universe, flooding into his brain like the tide and entering his spiritual world.
Most of the data had nothing to do with the exploration of his awareness; they were meaningless pieces of information.
All kinds of images, all kinds of characters, flashed in his consciousness, and then sank into the sea. The peaceful ocean in his spiritual world started to ripple, and the ripples grew larger and larger. His temples started to swell like those of a regular human.
Feeling the torrent of information, Jing Jiu understood something.
During the selection of the female priest of the Stargate, the Scorching-Sun Battleship had fired its main laser cannons toward the ground.
Jing Jiu dodged those lasers and flew to the space to open the body of the Scorching-Sun Battleship, preparing to take control of this battleship through the network.
At that moment, a faint sigh echoed from the depths of that seemingly real, dark data channel.
That sigh seemed to come from the bottom of a well, carrying with it an extremely deep chill, giving off an extremely cold feeling.
He immediately turned around and left, because he felt that this person was an existence that could threaten him. (These three sentences are copied from the previous one.)
When he saw the girl in the bathrobe by the hot spring, he knew that she was that existence. He trusted her because the priests and the ascendants were enemies, and more importantly, he thought they were the same kind of people. Back in Chaotian, Qing 'er and Ping Yong-Ka were his staunchest allies; but why would she be an exception?
Of course, this choice was risky. In order to minimize the risk, he led her away from the Main Planet and traveled around, in an attempt to convince her and himself.
It wasn't until he saw the sunny Jian Xilai and received the magic crane he left for Shen Yunmai a few days ago that he had finally made up his mind due to the pressure from the other side. He poured a cup of tea for her and put on the ring.
He had done all that he could, but it was a pity that things had become boring and repetitive again.
Jing Jiu said to Hua Xi, "The repetition doesn't suit your level."
The repetition referred to the method.
He entered Jian Xilai's spiritual world, but he was sneak-attacked and a spiritual awareness was left in it. Now that he had opened up his Dao Heart and connected to the interplanetary network without any obstruction, he had entered her spiritual world and was sneak-attacked again. This time, the target of the attack was his spiritual soul.
Hua Xi said, "I know the humans very well. Your nature is the repetition."
Jing Jiu said, "I thought you would think we are the same kind of people."
"Not yet," said Hua Xi calmly.
During the brief conversation, the information from all over the universe kept pouring in like a violent torrent.
It was hard to describe the quantity of the information. Even the storage equipment of the highest state in the Science Academy of the Federation would be filled up in a few milliseconds. The information was not carefully selected. Some of them were words, some were pictures, and some were videos; but most of them were disordered pieces that couldn't be arranged properly, occupying more space than the others.
They were like the broken stones, the turbulent torrents, the collapsing mountains in the air, the broken planets, and the red giant stars. All of them kept coming in.
It could be understood that the data of the entire human civilization was bombarding his Dao Heart in an attempt to destroy his consciousness.
Jing Jiu felt a bit dizzy, similar to the feeling Shen Yunmai had after he took the medicine.
It was probably because of this that he didn't notice some crucial data hidden in the seemingly chaotic torrent of information.
Hua Xi looked at him through the thin layer of ice. There was no emotion in her eyes.
Seeing the scene, Jian Xilai remained silent.
The Sword of the Twelve Storey Building was moving outward slowly. The young Daoist monk's Daoist robe was still as red as before.
The red overcoat was so eye-catching in the dark space.
He flew back to General Li.
General Li said to Jing Jiu, "You're indeed the strongest Cultivation practitioner in Chaotian, but you're not a human being, but a weapon."
Jing Jiu had heard of this statement or something similar.
It was said by his Big Brother Taiping through Apiao when a meeting was held on the Tianguang Peak many years ago.
Many people said that he was a sword devil and was not qualified to be the sect master of Aoyama, so he should leave.
However, it was evident that neither General Li nor Hua Xi would let him leave.
"I'm nobody's weapon. I'm myself."
Jing Jiu continued while looking at Hua Xi, "Do you think you can disperse my consciousness with these data?"
"These data are used to format and overlay your brain."
Hua Xi went on, "After that, I'll have to write a new program to control you."
"Nothing can control me," said Jing Jiu.
Having said that, his gaze fell on the ring, countless bright sword lights appearing in the deep end of his eyes.
In the next moment, he clenched his hand so hard that the ring on his finger began to twist and deform slightly.
He had no way to stop the data of the human civilization from rushing into his ocean of consciousness. It was because the information was flowing too fast, and the door couldn't be closed.
As such, destroying the ring as the data channel should solve some of the problem.
More importantly, he could vaguely sense that this ring had a deeper meaning, which could pose a threat to him.
Since the other party intended to trap him in this way, this ring must be an extraordinary object.
Pah!!! The gems on the surface of the ring broke into pieces one after another, shooting out powders that looked like crystal raindrops. At the same time, a great deal of powerful energy emerged.
The broken gems turned out to be the most advanced formations of Daoist sects. What was more impressive was that there were devices similar to the gravitational field under the formations.
The formations of Daoist sects were exceedingly powerful, and each of them was as powerful as the Great Formation of Cloud-Dream Mountain. It could be said that they were the best in the Cultivation circle of Chaotian.
The miniature gravitational devices were even more incredible, far superior to the technology of the Federation of the Milky Way.
A thin space separated Jing Jiu's finger from the ring, so that his sword wills and energy couldn't land on the ring.
The ring was indeed the product of two civilizations, and it could block the All in One Sword.
There was a similar product of civilization in this world, which was Shen Yunmai.
Even Shen Yunmai was not his match in the end; how long could this ring last?
As soon as the countless white lights came out, they were bound by the sword wills on his finger and shattered into nothingness.
This was the most powerful sword he had ever wielded.
The formidable sword wills spread to all parts of the space, and a great many meteorites in the asteroid belt were shattered instantly.
General Li and Jian Xilai turned into two sword lights and retreated to a place thousands of miles away.
The formations on the surface of the ring were broken one after another, and the space between them grew thinner.
Looking at the broken gems floating in the space, Hua Xi displayed a regretful expression in her eyes.
A moment before the ring was completely destroyed, a thin green light suddenly appeared on Jing Jiu's wrist and tightened automatically.
The green light was not a real object, and it was not even a real light; it was the projection of a certain information wave, or in other words, the external display of a program.
The whole universe seemed to hear a sword sound.
It was not the flying sword breaking through the air.
It was the sheath.
The gems and the formations on the surface of the ring were stabilized again.
The torrent of information from the human civilization grew more violent.
The key data hidden in the torrent of information were revealed, and they had their own connections and rules. It turned out to be a program.
The program had locked his awareness and was in the process of rewriting the code.
This was the cleanest way of restarting the system, or in other words, restoring the factory settings.
…
…
"This ring is not the Inherited Heaven Sword; it's the program."
An aged and distant voice rang out in this patch of the universe, echoing in everyone's mind.
A huge figure appeared amid the stars in the sky.
It was a short and thin old man wearing a conical hat. His face was hidden in the shadows, so it was hard to see him clearly.
He was not a real person, but a projection of the spiritual awareness in the real world, like the green light on Jing Jiu's hand.
All the ascendants bowed to the old man reverently.
The Grandmaster of Aoyama.
The Shen of Aoyama.
Jing Jiu looked at him, saying nothing.
"You destroyed the Inherited Heaven Sword by all means in Chaotian, thinking that you would be free after that. But you forgot that it was me who made this sword."
The Grandmaster of Aoyama continued while looking at him, "You destroyed one sword, so I'll make another one."
Jing Jiu remained silent while sensing the weight of the green light on his wrist, which was as heavy as heaven and earth.
"Don't try to stop it from happening. It's meaningless even if you don't admit that you are the weapon left by god."
The Grandmaster of Aoyama continued while looking at him, "It's because … All in One, you are my sword."
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