Chapter 63: The "Taiyin" is Not Taiyin-Modo Criativo do MC: Máquina Perpétua de Todos os Mundos em Atacado(De vez em quando, relaxo um pouco no trabalho.)

At this very moment, the consciousness of Taiyin went blank for a fraction of a second.

Amidst the agony of death, feeling the severe damage to his physical body and primordial spirit, and even the instability of the Ultimate Laws, panic and fury surged within his heart.

He looked at the seemingly harmless block-shaped humanoid figure, recalling its previous childish and ridiculous behavior, reminiscent of a mortal child.

While a rage of being toyed with by a weakling welled up in his heart, a sense of doubt also arose.

He roared angrily, "Damn beast! What have you done!"

In the excruciating pain of life and death, Taiyin struggled to reconstruct his physical body and primordial spirit.

Compared to his previous bodily reconstruction after being cleaved by fragments of time, this time proved to be incomparably difficult.

Because Taiyin's physical body and primordial spirit were being extracted of their vital components at a much more fundamental scale—at the very bedrock of pure primordial spirit and vital blood—leading to a total collapse.

It was akin to slashing a person, from which he could recover through self-healing, whereas simultaneously tearing off a large chunk of cell membrane from every single cell in his entire body would irresistibly cause his entire physique to collapse into a puddle of tissue fluid.

Under the crisis of life and death, Taiyin no longer bothered to maintain any facade of superficial composure.

Fleeing like a stray dog for a million light-years, Taiyin operated his rebirth technique to its fullest, absorbing a massive amount of reserved vital blood to barely prevent those countless primordial spirit light particles from continuing their downward collapse.

However, while absorbing that vital blood, he vaguely sensed a discordant feeling.

It was as if this vital blood—which inherently originated from him and was forged by the block-shaped humanoid, an artifact of creation—was not as harmonious as in his memories, capable of seamlessly integrating into his body, but instead produced some subtle discrepancies.

From the massive pool of vital blood, the essence of life and the Ultimate Laws were refined, patching up the collapse of his life origin and primordial spirit.

As his physical body and primordial spirit were slowly reconstructed, a violently surging rage burned fiercely in his heart, compelling him to grip the block-shaped humanoid in his hand.

A teenage voice with a hint of a crying tone sounded: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I think I accidentally hurt you."

Just as Taiyin's anger stagnated at this, making him doubt whether the disintegration of his physical body and primordial spirit was not caused by it, and preparing to question further—

From within his grip, a hollow and calm voice resounded once more: (In your cognition, "Fang Zheng" should have said it like this, right?)

"What? What on earth do you mean!" Taiyin suppressed his raging fury.

The calm voice continued: (Taiyin, you have gone mad.)

(The original you, in this changing long river of time, should already be dead; the current you is the dark primordial spirit forged by that black Qi.)

(Do you still remember what we were discussing an hour ago?)

"Me?" The fury Taiyin was desperately suppressing suddenly turned into confusion.

His memories made him perceive something amiss.

Within his memories, spending the past few days with the block-shaped humanoid had given him an indescribable sense of weirdness.

Upon reflection, the conversations he had with Fang Zheng seemed somewhat bizarre and affected.

Recalling it now, he couldn't quite fathom what he had been thinking when he disguised himself, deceived the entity with words, and tried to gain its favor.

That's right, the Taiyin that Fang Zheng knew was theoretically already dead, or rather, had ceased to exist temporally due to the fluctuations of the waves in the long river of time.

When it perceived that it lacked any so-called thought process, it no longer needed to manifest the illusion of thinking.

As long as the human named "Fang Zheng" could conceive of it, the entity could directly yield an answer in the very next frame.

The next moment.

Boom!

A bizarre explosion echoed through the void where no air existed, churning the space.

Amidst what seemed to be only a single explosive sound, Taiyin relied on his divine sense to capture overlapping words.

At this instant, trillions of 'Fang Zhengs' uttered words simultaneously.

Trillions of words overlapped and were emitted concurrently.

That was the speech output originating from "Fang Zheng."

There was no thought process, only continuously outputting answers.

Although the output speed of the block-shaped body's actions was similarly constrained by frame rate limits, speech seemingly did not share this restriction.

It was merely following a certain inertia, continuing to output speech at human conversational frequencies.

Therefore, when "Fang Zheng" noticed that it was not Fang Zheng, it no longer needed to abide by Fang Zheng's vocal limitations and could directly output "speech" outward.

Strangely enough, the block-shaped figure did not adhere to the rules of propagating sound through air.

Even in a vacuum, it could directly produce a voice that attenuated with distance, allowing surrounding life forms to "hear" it.

At this moment, this eerie, thunderous explosion erupting in the vacuum used space-time itself as a medium, triggering an outburst of ultra-high-frequency gravitational waves laden with dense information.

The ultra-high-frequency space-time fluctuations generated solely by this "sound" were sufficient to rival the proximity of a black hole's event horizon, reaching deep into micro-structures with tidal forces to tear matter apart.

Thus, accompanying this explosive sound—

Every single experience of "Fang Zheng" from encountering Taiyin on the Road to Immortality up to the present, down to the shape of a single speck of dust in the air, every ray of light and shadow witnessed, every conversation...

Every single minute piece of information was narrated by a 'Fang Zheng' from his own subjective perspective.

Trillions of words meant trillions of 'Fang Zhengs' speaking simultaneously.

And all these languages were compressed and erupted at the exact same moment.

Pure speech output alone was sufficient to wreak devastating destruction.

And the upper limit of this destructive power would be indescribably immense...

Frowning deeply, as his primordial spirit operated, those trillions of characters were deciphered, reorganized, and manifested as specific scenes within his primordial spirit.

Bewilderment accordingly surfaced on Taiyin's face.

"What?" His expression turned gloomy and uncertain as he clenched his fists, veins bulging.

Something is wrong!

Everything is wrong!

Judging by the current situation, this childish and ridiculous block-shaped person should not be deceiving him; thus, perhaps something truly has gone awry with himself.

"I am not I? Taiyin is not 'Taiyin'?"

After outputting that burst of "speech," the calm voice sounded once more:

(Taiyin, you have gone mad.)

(Just like those so-called dark evolvers in the branch of the long river of time that the former Taiyin described to me.)

(Taiyin's primordial spirit, amidst the shifts of time, has been imperceptibly replaced by you.)

(Compared to the Taiyin I knew, you are more irritable, bloodthirsty, murderous, greedy, and hypocritical...)

(Your psyche is saturated with the dark side; you have become a dark evolver.)

"Humph!" Taiyin's expression was grim and unsightly. "So what?"

"The dark side? I am an Imperial Dao Supreme!"

"I do whatever I please!"

Recalling the persona of the so-called "Taiyin"—gentle and naggy like a woman—depicted in the story told by the block-shaped figure, Taiyin felt a wave of nausea.

"Even if I were to blood-sacrifice the heavens and devour all living beings, that is still my own will!"

"What business is it of yours?"

The hollow and calm reply sounded again.

(Is that so?)

(Is this truly your own choice?)

(What I handed to you was milk, capable of clearing all status effects, whether positive or negative. Once consumed, all status effects on the body are removed.)

(In other words, just as the health potion restored health out of nowhere, causing the former Taiyin to miraculously recover a wisp of primordial spirit—)

(The consumption of milk should likewise have cleared all abnormal statuses from your body.)

(If you believe you can do whatever you please, then in your memory, is everything you have done thus far truly unaffected by that black Qi?)

(If the black Qi that created the dark evolvers turned you into a puppet, made you irritable, bloodthirsty, greedy, and hypocritical, and made you a plaything for the mastermind behind it, how would you feel?)

(At this moment, even if you are a dark primordial spirit forged by the black Qi, now that the black Qi's influence on your psyche has been purged, how do you feel?)