Mo Qiong lowered himself with the box and instantly broke through the information security mechanism.
To prevent the box from having deep rebound characteristics, Mo Qiong had implanted various lethal characteristics on the Terminator.
No matter what, the box had to reach Mo Qiong's landing point before it could rebound.
Even if the time was zero, there would be a "landing point" in its information record. This was guaranteed by Mo Qiong's absolute accuracy.
Therefore, the moment the box reached its landing point, the Terminator would already be dead. When it recovered, it would be protecting a dead person.
However, reality proved that Mo Qiong had thought too much.
The box did not have deep rebound characteristics. After killing the Terminator, Mo Qiong sensed the box's information and broke through the superposition state. It then recovered its original depth.
Unfortunately, the same method could not be used on Bo Luo Ge's doppelgänger.
Mo Qiong could not implant any characteristics on Bo Luo Ge's doppelgänger. The reason he could implant them on the Terminator was that Mo Qiong had already sensed the two characteristics of "forced movement" and "unshakable."
This meant that Mo Qiong had already recorded two landing points on the Terminator.
This was similar to a long time ago when Mo Qiong knew what a person's internal organs looked like and could shoot an arrow through their body.
However, Mo Qiong's understanding of Bo Luo Ge's doppelgänger was superficial. Its characteristics determined that no one in the endless dimension could know anything about Bo Luo Ge. There was also a layer of absolute isolation inside.
To know its internal structure or information level, one had to lower the depth of Bo Luo Ge's doppelgänger.
However, it would rebound the moment it was lowered. Mo Qiong did not have time to observe or do anything.
"Indeed … there is no Bo Luo Ge's doppelgänger."
"There is not even Bastet metal …"
Mo Qiong held the box and easily saw through all the information inside.
The entire dimension was inside the box. This was an inclusion on the information level. Even though the box was only so big, all the information in the dimension belonged to the "box."
As long as one used one's thoughts, one could change the information inside.
The information in the dimension was like sand that contained countless details and was an all-purpose material.
In Mo Qiong's thoughts, boundless light spots were reflected.
A light spot could be an object, a region, a rule, a phenomenon, or a concept.
Mo Qiong knew what each light spot represented. He could 'expand' a light spot, or rather, in Mo Qiong's mind, he could subdivide a light spot into infinite light spots.
That was a deep level of information about an object. For example, a light spot that represented a terminator. After Mo Qiong opened it up in his heart, the information was boundless, and countless light spots appeared.
Every one of them contained information about the Terminator, such as mass, volume, energy, coordinates, status …
All the characteristics of a Terminator, everything that a Terminator had done, everything that a Terminator possessed … and so on.
When it was expanded again, there would be an infinite number of light dots on any of the Terminator's status information points.
For example, if he opened up the information about the Terminator's condition, there would be countless possibilities regarding its condition, as well as annotations, interpretations, and explanations …
At that moment, the Terminator was in a state of obliteration. Both his body and soul were destroyed, but his information was still present. It was just that the information on the surface was hidden.
Being alive was one kind of state, the death of the body but the soul was another kind of state, the destruction of the body and soul was another kind of state, and non-existence was also another kind of state. And the most fundamental death was the deletion of information.
Deletion of information is considered to be stateless.
Mo Qiong wielded the box and could tamper with all the light spots.
And there seemed to be no limit to the information light spots. Mo Qiong could continuously expand them. Every light spot could become infinite, and every one of the infinite could become infinite again.
There was no end to the expansion. A person's condition had its own condition, and its own condition, and its own condition, and its own condition …
Every law's concept had its own concept. For every concept's annotation, there were countless pieces of information to annotate the annotation, and annotation upon annotation upon annotation …
Information was infinite, and every single point was infinite as well.
Mo Qiong could use them to create anything he could imagine, tamper with what already existed, or make anything that didn't exist exist.
He couldn't know all the information at the same time, but the box was very convenient. Mo Qiong only needed to think of a concept and he could directly search for it. The relevant light spots would then appear in his thoughts.
However, this seemingly omnipotent box couldn't even do the first thing that Mo Qiong wanted to do.
He couldn't revive all the creatures that had been deleted in the entire dimension.
The original information had been deleted, and there was no backup.
Mo Qiong didn't even know the people that had been deleted by the terminators. Mo Qiong didn't know what they were doing before they died, what they were thinking, and what they had.
Because there was no backup in the box, and all the information had been deleted, Mo Qiong couldn't find it either.
He tried to create a 99. It was very simple. Mo Qiong could easily create a similar image, and even the way of speaking was similar. But the created one would not be the original one. Mo Qiong didn't know what the original 99's information was.
"How ruthless." With a thought, Mo Qiong created a pure white world.
It was like a white hall that was so clean that there wasn't a speck of dirt.
Inside, Mo Qiong revived the terminators. At the same time, he also removed the mental distortion of the ancient gods.
He had already removed all the miscellaneous settings of the terminators. They were pure mortals.
The few ancient gods that had died were also revived by Mo Qiong, and they regained their original selves.
"You … why is the box in your hands!" The terminators couldn't accept this sudden change.
From his point of view, he was still stepping on Mo Qiong and treating him like a flying sword a second ago. The next second, the universe was reversed and the box was in Mo Qiong's hands. The situation had turned upside down!
The world had changed too quickly, and he couldn't accept it at all.
"Come back!" The terminators had once designed a special ability to recall the box. He was still trying to use it, but he didn't have any special ability now.
The terminators realized that it was useless. His eyes turned red and he pounced forward.
Losing the box was enough to make him lose his mind.
"Return the box to me!" The terminators went crazy for a long while.
However, he couldn't get close to Mo Qiong at all. His actions didn't elicit any reaction from Mo Qiong. Mo Qiong didn't even glance at him.
Mo Qiong studied the box silently and continued to ignore him.
This time, the terminators didn't have the right to be angry. He, who was already an ordinary person, felt terrified at Mo Qiong's indifference.
In the pure white space, Mo Qiong held the metal box. His black hair was like a waterfall, and his clothes were like clouds. He just stood there quietly, as if he could never reach it.
His eyes seemed to be focused on some kind of worry, but there was a look of understanding and relief between his brows.
The terminators stopped their meaningless actions and looked at the distance that couldn't be shortened. They knew that as long as Mo Qiong didn't want to, no one could get close to him.
Mo Qiong was just standing there, but he gave the terminators an indescribable pressure.
This wasn't any kind of rule suppression, nor was it any kind of condensed aura. It was fundamentally different from the mysterious rule suppression that the terminators had set.
It was just a kind of natural, faintly discernible aura.
It made the terminators feel like they were just a small fry standing there.
"Hahaha! I'm going to be revived! "
Suddenly, in the white space, a white-robed old man suddenly appeared on the spot and laughed towards the sky.
"The special ability that I set for revival is based on the body's previous state. If you're not satisfied, you can change it yourself. I've already given you the authority of an all-rounded information editor," Mo Qiong said.
Altering, transferring, and creating were just one-sided aspects of a heavenly ghost. Only an information editor was an all-rounded heavenly ghost.
Bird Sliali was full of emotions after being reborn.
He closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he had already returned to his youthful state. His white robe had also turned into a coarse black robe.
Even though he didn't look as graceful as when he was in his white robe, there was still an indescribable weight to him.
Bird Sliali had learned Confucianism when he was young, Mo Qiong when he was young, and became an assassin when he was old. He had traveled all over the world and experienced all kinds of hardships after his death. When he looked back, he realized that the time when he was following Mo Zi was the happiest time of his life.
Today, he had already become an all-rounded heavenly ghost. The so-called containment, the so-called absolute characteristic, could be taken as he pleased, born as he pleased.
"Bird Sliali pays his respects to the great one!" Bird Sliali bowed deeply.
He then stood up and smiled at Mo Qiong.
Bird Sliali tilted his head and glanced at the terminators and ancient gods. He asked, "How should we deal with them?"
Mo Qiong still didn't say anything.
The ancient gods were already looking left and right in shock. They were looking for the sword tomb!
"Where's the tomb?"
That was then, and this was now. The ancient gods were very tactful, and their will to live was extremely strong.
At that moment, they hurriedly transformed into ancient divine swords. Among them, Seth quickly used the energy in his body to create a sword tomb. Then, the nine ancient divine swords automatically flew into it, inserted themselves, and obediently laid down.
The terminator's pupils shrank. Thinking back to what he had done to Mo Qiong, he couldn't help but feel his hands and feet turn cold.
The ancient gods could still transform back into swords and consciously seal themselves, but he couldn't do anything. He was helpless and stood there like a lackey.
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