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Chapter 1626: The Central Spiritual Array Computer Returns to Normal

The final location is the central processing unit of the central array spirit computer.

Jiang Ding held the hilt of the sword and walked slowly.

This is a hazy world, like a dream. All kinds of bizarre scenes emerge at any time. There is no heaven or earth, no universe or time. Everything is messed up.

This is the final location of the remaining soul of the Ancient God Patriarch.

This is also the core of the central array spirit computer processor. It is the place where the souls of the predecessors with excellent thoughts and morals of the immortal sect throughout the ages return. It is also the final destination of the heroes who have sacrificed their lives for the immortal sect over countless years.

Yuan, the first ruler of the Immortal Sect and the founder of the first Central Array Spirit Computer, had his spirit buried here;
The second generation of Xianmen ruler, Cong who inherited the Yuan Road, his spirit is buried here;
Wu was the sixth generation of the Xianmen regime. He completely freed the Xianmen from slavery, established Qingfeng University, Beidou University, and many research institutes and laboratories, and laid the foundations for the future development and growth of the Xianmen. His soul is buried here.

All in all, the final destination of those who walk on the road to immortality is here.

If Jiang Ding is unable to continue his immortal path in the future and his life ends, he will eventually be buried here... This is the core of the immortal sect's most important civilizational artifact.

Even though his rank was less than the eighth rank, and not even quasi-eighth rank, he managed to withstand the possession of his body by the remnant soul of a celestial being for thousands of years and remained undefeated.

The world around me changes suddenly.

"Kill, kill, kill..."

“Charge, charge…”

Jiang Ding walked into a vast and endless world, boundless, with countless warriors, wearing different costumes and riding different warships, they were all charging towards one place, shouting, never stopping.

Their charge hit a cold, dark mountain.

It was like waves hitting a reef, instantly breaking into countless water droplets, unable to shake the mountain at all.

But they never admit defeat, they never give up, and they never perish. They still charge and fight endlessly, never giving up.

Jiang Ding's nose felt sore.

This is the will of the citizens, the will of countless dead citizens in past history, who will never give up the fight.

Jiang Ding raised his head and looked towards the center.

An old man with gray hair and beard stood on the top of the dark mountain, with his hands behind his back, looking at him quietly.

The two looked at each other for a long time.

"Little friend,"

"Old man, there is something I don't understand."

The ancient god ancestor's voice was hoarse and vicissitudes, and he said: "I have clearly occupied the core of this dead thing and controlled all the spirituality of the core. Why can't I control all of its spirituality?"

"For thousands of years, I have been trying."

"Even if it is a treasure from heaven, I have a chance to fully control it. The difficulty is not too high. However, I am still helpless against a mere seventh-grade special magic weapon."

“It’s really puzzling.”

"I wonder if you can teach me, little friend?"

The Ancient God Patriarch revealed a hint of gloom.

Obviously, he had already controlled the spirituality of all the magic weapons, but he could not completely control this inanimate object. In the end, it even gradually got out of control, and once again a set of logic independent of his was born.

This was the main reason for his failure in this war.

If this magic weapon called the Central Array Spirit Computer had been completely possessed by another person from the beginning, he would definitely not have been defeated, even by the creature in front of him who liked to maintain his youthful appearance.

Keng~
Jiang Ding slowly drew out his sword, and the black golden blade came out of the sheath little by little.

"The reason is,"

"The Central Array Spirit Computer does not have a centralized spirituality. It does not have the independent spirituality of traditional magic weapons. The Central Array Spirit Computer... is a collective creation of the Immortal Sect's will."

Jiang Ding said calmly.

"This will cluster creation is made up of the citizens of Xianmen who died in history and the citizens of the present. There is no absolute center called 'Emperor' or 'Master'. You can destroy, occupy, and transform the core of the Central Array Spirit Computer, but you cannot destroy the will of the Central Array Spirit Computer."

"The Immortal Sect's Will Cluster Creatures recognize the core of the Central Array Spirit Computer because the core represents their will." "The core is not their master."

"You have seized the core of the Central Array Spirit Computer, but you do not represent the will of the Immortal Sect's predecessors, and you do not have constitutional procedures. How can you completely replace the core of the Central Array Spirit Computer?"

"How ridiculous."

"A beggar picked up the imperial seal. Does he think he is the emperor?"

The boy's voice mocked.

The sword blade gradually exuded a terrifying aura of destruction.

It was getting thicker and colder. A top-notch quasi-celestial swordsman was gathering strength. A terrifying sword spirit attack was taking shape and was about to emit a terrifying light.

Not to mention the remnant soul of a celestial being, even a real celestial being would be injured if attacked by this kind of sword spirit.

Not to mention, he was never able to fully control the spirituality of the central array spirit computer, and his soul was gradually weakened under the constant attacks of the will of the immortal sect's predecessors.

When the sword spirit of the Great Sun Sword Master arrived here, his fate was already determined.

From the beginning to the end, the Ancient God Patriarch had no possibility to completely take over the Central Array Spirit Computer. The only thing he could do was to destroy the Central Array Spirit Computer, which would not bring him any benefits.

"The core is not the master of the spiritual power of the magic weapon..."

“Is it decentralized magical spirituality?”

The Ancient God Patriarch was startled.

He seemed to be completely unaware that his death was approaching, and fell into a frenzy of thought, his mind constantly pondering and searching for answers.

"But how can a magic weapon have power if it is decentralized?"

"Each strand of magical spirit has its own will and habits. Decentralization is doomed to be a pot of loose sand, weak and powerless. Even low-level cultivators can easily destroy such loose sand.

This dead thing is definitely not weak among its peers. On the contrary, it is very strong, which is completely against common sense..."

"Use the power of incense to forcibly change the will of all the spiritual beings of the magic weapons and make them converge?"

"This is not possible either. There are problems..."

"How did you do this, this..."

The Ancient God Patriarch’s thoughts were stuck in a dead end, and he roared in a somewhat frantic manner: “No! You little bastard, you are deceiving me!”

"This must be an unknown opportunity that you got, which allowed you to do something so counterintuitive!"

"You dare to deceive me? You are seeking death..."

"Roar!"

His figure and the dark mountain beneath his feet suddenly transformed into a ferocious beast with six heads, six tails and six wings, which swallowed the green-clothed young man in the sky in one gulp.

Keng!
The sword cultivator's sword, which had been ready for a long time, fell down.

The sword light cut straight through the head of the ferocious beast, and then returned to the scabbard.

"This is where you are weak."

"It is your fate to die at the hands of my sword in the future."

Jiang Ding said calmly.

The ferocious beast with six heads, six wings and six tails froze in mid-air.

Then, a golden sword mark appeared in the center of his body. The sword mark gradually expanded and tore him in half. The sword energy on the scar turned into the true fire of the sun, devouring it all, leaving no residue. Even the remaining soul of the celestial being was completely dead.

The spirituality of the central processing unit blooms with light, and infinite code logic is rapidly constructed, once again forming a legitimate core recognized by the will cluster of the immortal gate's predecessors.

The central array spirit computer returned to normal again!

(End of this chapter)