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第一千零五章 百年前备份

What is cultivation?

This was something abstract yet real. Each cultivator, practicing different techniques, ultimately achieved the same goal—though each left behind a unique mark from their specific technique.

Before him were three golden figures, roughly human-sized, just like the glowing cubic objects he had encountered earlier. They were all physical manifestations of one's cultivation, condensed to an unimaginable degree.

Moreover, Li Fan keenly sensed that these golden figures contained distinct yet identifiable energies.

Each was unique but shared a common feature—like intricate mechanical constructs, forming a specific structure.

Li Fan was certain that if he accidentally triggered any mechanism on them, they would execute their pre-programmed tasks.

"None of this shows signs of spirit energy. It's all about stacking one’s own cultivation."

"Is it to hide completely?"

"The application is so exquisite; it's hard to imagine."

After a moment of contemplation, Li Fan extended a thread of spirit energy and retreated to a safe distance.

Then, he manipulated the spirit energy as a guide, piercing one of the golden figures with force.

It was like setting off an explosion of gunpowder. A powerful yet unstable aura burst forth.

The golden light quickly condensed, but only his eyes revealed uncontrollable radiance.

From this, Li Fan could clearly see the appearance of the golden figure.

To his surprise, this purely cultivation-formed golden figure resembled the Propagation Supreme Sage almost identically!

Or perhaps it was built according to the widespread statues of sages in various regions!

The awakened golden figure showed no sign of confusion. It scanned its surroundings as if following a preset sequence, then pointed its hands in mid-air.

Streams of golden light separated from its body and flew towards different objects. After being touched by the cultivation-infused light, the previously lifeless items seemed to gain sentience.

They quickly rearranged themselves into a rough human form.

After completing this, the first golden figure looked at the other two still sleeping figures, firing beams from both eyes onto them in turn.

The second and third golden figures were activated sequentially.

The second golden figure shattered into viscous golden liquid, which flew into the vaguely formed human figure created by the first one.

Meanwhile, the third golden figure transformed into a beam of light that emerged from the ground and vanished somewhere.

Absorbing the golden liquid, the form became more lifelike.

However, it did not seem to have its own consciousness.

Soon after, the third golden figure returned with an unknown black object pulsating inside it.

Life's presence suddenly descended.

"This must be the backup plan for the Revival of Spirit Master?" Li Fan thought as he observed from a safe distance.

It seemed to confirm his hypothesis. As the golden liquid coiled and condensed into a实体, a strange, raspy voice emerged from underground: "I… am I dead?"

The tone was filled with confusion and reluctance.

The Spirit Master looked at the two golden figures guarding him, showing surprise: "Creation Golden Figures? Did I really develop this? Dammit…"

Despite being resurrected, the Spirit Master did not feel joy but rather anxiety and unease.

"Based on my memory, it should take another century for a breakthrough."

"Oh right, there must be a time track here."

After rummaging around, the Spirit Master indeed found what he was looking for in a corner. But after reading it, his face changed dramatically: "Three hundred and twenty-eight years later? After so much time has passed, how could this memory backup still exist?"

After a brief panic, the young Spirit Master quickly calmed down.

"Considering my cautious nature, I couldn't have gone without backups for over three centuries. But resurrection can only rely on me..."

"The only logical explanation is that an unforeseen disaster destroyed all subsequent backups."

"Shit…"

The Spirit Master sucked in a cold breath.

"It seems the Revival of Spirit Sect must also have perished with me. Truly, relying on a ragtag group to achieve great things is too difficult."

As he spoke, the Spirit Master seemed to verify his conclusion by attempting to activate the Life Source of All Living Beings technique.

To his surprise, it flowed smoothly without any hindrance. He vaguely sensed that over one million people were simultaneously practicing this technique!

"What's going on?" The Spirit Master was suddenly agitated.

He frowned and paced back and forth, eventually concluding that a traitor had emerged in the sect, not only killing him but also erasing all his memory backups.

Only the most primitive backup remained, perhaps due to its ancient age, which managed to survive.

This conclusion left the Spirit Master even more puzzled: "What exactly did I experience that made me so trusting of outsiders?"

"Even my deepest secrets were revealed. And I was betrayed by someone who directly led to my death..."

The Spirit Master racked his brains but could not find a coherent explanation.

Finally, he sighed deeply: "Until I figure out what happened, I can only hide."

"But since I've always done this and got used to it, it's fine."

"Having narrowly escaped to the cultivation world, yet ending up in this state. Dammit..."

The Spirit Master complained as his body, composed of parts and physical cultivation, began to change.

His arm transformed into a long pipe, which pierced through the cubic wall beneath him.

The flickering golden light from the pipe indicated that he was absorbing the cultivation stored within it.

His realm aura soared from the initial stage of Qi Condensation upon revival.

"Fortunately, I've accumulated quite some cultivation over these years."

"I should recover my original strength soon," the Spirit Master said.

Just then, he suddenly lost control of his body.

Realizing an attack, he immediately ordered the two golden figures to defend him. But before he could issue commands, a stone figure exuding divine compassion filled his mind.

"Red Dust Compassion..."

His thoughts were interrupted as he regained consciousness, still unsure of where he was.

Trying to contact the two guardian figures, he found that they were unreachable.

The Spirit Master's heart sank.

(End of Chapter)

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