Life Copy Game

The moment he heard He Ao's words, the purple-eyed young man's originally cold expression suddenly froze. He looked at He Ao, snorted coldly, and said with a slightly sarcastic tone, "The one who should be anxious should not be me, but you."

He seemed to have regained some of his senses, and the corner of his mouth curled up into the same smile as before. "The ritual itself can only help you contain and master the talent sequence, and the fusion itself is mutual. When you fuse with me, I am also fusion with you."

He raised his head and looked at He Ao, with a smile on his face growing wider and wider, "Thank you for your 'ritual', it will be an important 'help' to help me complete my 'promotion'."

If Howo really broke the Spinning Wheel of Destiny through the Egg of Analysis, restored it to its most essential talent sequence, and prepared the secret medicine, he would take it during the ceremony.

Well, that was certainly a normal promotion.

The rapid fusion created by He Ao Supermodel's ritual can help him quickly master the power of the talent sequence.

Unfortunately, there are no ifs in this world.

What is now fused with He Ao is not the pure 'Talent Sequence 272: Fate Memory Master', but the talent sequence that is fused with his own will after the fate spinning wheel is shattered.

This power itself carries a strong 'toxicity'.

When this talent sequence merged with Howo, the will of the Spinning Wheel of Destiny was also merging with Howo.

When he ate the sugar coating, the poison had already entered He Ao's body.

He Ao naturally understood this, but he did not respond to the purple-eyed young man's words, nor did he show fear or panic because of the purple-eyed young man's "threat".

He held the tea in his hand, quietly watching the purple-eyed young man in front of him who was showing obvious emotional fluctuations, with a slight smile on his lips.

It was as if he was admiring some kind of "masterpiece" of his own, admiring the purple-eyed young man who was desperately trying to prove himself after being "ridiculed" by him.

An eerie silence spread in the space between the two people, and also in this small house emitting a hazy light.

"It seems that your consciousness is indeed a little abnormal." After an unknown amount of time, facing He Ao's "gaze", the "smile" on the purple-eyed young man's face seemed to be a little stiff. His face sank and he looked at He Ao, "When death is about to happen, you still care about the ridicule of me."

"Maybe." He Ao took a sip of the tea that was no longer hot, then slowly placed the enamel teacup on the table. He smiled at the young man with purple eyes, "But it seems that you are indeed a little anxious. Since you have already won, why are you so anxious?"

The purple-eyed young man’s expression froze.

This time, he did not retort immediately, but took a deep breath, then lowered his voice and said hoarsely, "I admit that you angered me, but your behavior is meaningless. It is the same as your other "fraudulent" methods. They are all meaningless tricks. They can't interfere with me, nor can they save you."

He raised his head and glanced at the hazy houses around him again. "Do you feel it?"

A slight tremor came from the old wall, and the entire space seemed to tremble at this moment.

The old sofa was shaking slightly, making a creaking sound, and the shelf made of old wooden strips was hitting the wall, making a banging sound.

It was as if an earthquake, from weak to strong, was rapidly "attacking" the old house.

The purple-eyed young man withdrew his gaze and looked at He Ao in front of him, with a slight smile on his face again. "Your 'ritual' accelerated our fusion, and also 'accelerated' the collapse of your subconscious."

His voice gradually lowered, with a mocking chuckle, "Are you ready to face the 'promotion' of death?"

But He Ao, who was sitting opposite him, did not answer him. Instead, he slowly stood up and stretched out his hand in this violently shaking space.

Under the slightly confused gaze of the purple-eyed young man, He Ao's palm touched his cheek.

The hand passed through the skin of the purple-eyed young man and his head as if passing through a phantom.

"Alas," He Ao withdrew his hand with some regret, and sighed softly in the blank and puzzled eyes of the purple-eyed young man, "It would be great if you were a physical entity."

The purple-eyed young man's face turned cold when he heard He Ao's words, then he lowered his head and said coldly, "A fool who is about to die doesn't know what to do."

In the violent vibration, his figure quickly dissipated in the confused light.

He Ao raised his head and looked at the familiar little houses around him.

Bang--

The small house that originally "held up" him was shattered into countless scattered fragments in an instant. These three-dimensional fragments spread out in his field of vision, like snowflakes filled with light, floating in the dark abyss.

The bone-chilling cold spread to the hem of Howe's clothes, penetrating into his skin like a maggot on the tarsal bone, piercing his coldness.

For a moment, he seemed to have regained the 'feeling' of his own 'body', and the feeling was so clear.

He seemed to be able to see the pulsating blood vessels flowing with blood and the cells that were constantly active in taking in and expelling substances.

See your beating heart and your rising and falling chest.

See the energy flowing through his internal organs and limbs.

The forces from the talent sequence and from martial arts were intertwined and mixed into the energy circuit of his entire body.

He had spied on his own body from a higher-dimensional perspective more than once, but each time he "spied" was different from this time.

He no longer relies on a particular 'perspective' or 'viewing', but on 'perception'.

It's like a person closing his eyes, touching his own skin, touching his own flesh and blood, feeling the beating of his pulse, feeling the temperature of his body, and observing his body from an unprecedented 'angle'.

He could clearly feel every inch of change in his body and every ray of power flowing through his energy circuits.

At the same time, he could also feel that a huge force, far beyond the strength of his body, was "merging" with his body.

In other words, it was forcing its way into his body.

The force was so powerful that it tore apart his flesh, his cells, his blood vessels and energy circuits in almost an instant.

It's like stuffing a whale into a small balloon. The droplets of liquid left by the whale alone are enough to make the entire balloon seem like it's about to explode.

The intense tearing pain, accompanied by the keen perception, spread to Heo's sea of ​​consciousness and his will.

At one moment, he felt as if he was immersed in an ocean. This silent ocean was wriggling, as if a huge mass of flesh and blood was wrapping around his body and swallowing him.

It's not that he was promoted to an angel, but that he, as an angel's "sacrifice", was being "enjoyed" by this powerful supernatural force.

His body is being 'deconstructed' and becoming part of the myth.

Along the way, Howe met too many crazy angels.

They lost their shape and their consciousness, and were like activated talent sequences, dominated by extraordinary power.

At this moment, he seemed to be able to barely understand the state of those "angels".

This power is so overwhelming, B-level, falling into the power of an angel is like a drop of water falling into the ocean.

The vast majority of water droplets will simply be assimilated by the ocean.

How can a drop of water contain the ocean?

And that power reached more than just Howe's body.

The surging power rushed towards Heo's will and soul like the sea.

At this moment, he felt that his soul was also filled with a huge "power". His memory, his will, and his thoughts were all being "diluted" by a power as huge as the sea water.

Just like the house deep in his subconscious that had just been shattered, those points of light scattered in the depths of the abyss were like snowflakes falling into the sea, and his 'consciousness' was quickly melting into this dark abyss.

He tried to find any signs of the Spinning Wheel of Fate or the purple-eyed young man around him, but all he "saw" was emptiness.

This 'deep sea' of power was so huge that what engulfed and alienated him was not a specific will, but this huge power itself.

Or maybe it could be said that this huge and crazy force is some kind of alienated "will".

This is the real 'Angel Level', the real 'threshold' of crossing the myth.

Rituals and secret medicines are actually less important things in this promotion.

What really matters is whether mortals have the ability to accept or control the power of angels?

If you cannot accept it, no matter how well prepared you are, you will just become another crazy angel and the alienated force itself.

The enormous force was still constantly pressing into his soul and his body.

The twisted and crazy thoughts, together with the surging power, filled his sea of ​​consciousness.

This madness is not a self-willed thing, but something hidden deep in the talent sequence, something that accompanies the power itself.

Gradually, He Ao felt his consciousness becoming blurred and his thinking began to slow down.

He was not afraid of the violent pollution, but this time the "pollution" seemed to be a bit too much.

Their quantity was so huge that it seemed to never run out and constantly washed over Howe's consciousness, just like washing over a wall carved with various patterns.

The shallower marks were quickly erased, and the deeper ones were gradually faded.

Soon, these patterns became fewer and fewer.

He Ao's consciousness was gradually submerged in this flood-like water.

He was gradually unable to think and control his emotions.

He no longer had any thoughts to find out where the will of the 'purple-eyed young man' lay.

The surging water flows towards the deepest part of the carving little by little, erasing the deepest mark little by little.

Images flashed through his mind quickly, as if they were his "memories" and also as if they were his "self".

He saw the wanted criminals he had withdrawn before. Their faces were already blurred and were quickly wiped out in the violent "water flow".

Then he saw Yang De, Wu Lan, Liu Zhengyun, Li Cheng, Ge Ya... and the people he met along the way.

The appearance of these people was clear at first, and then quickly became blurred, but they were not erased quickly.

Vaguely, He Ao seemed to have sensed something.

And in the deepest part of his consciousness, a winding river and an old man fishing by the river appeared in his vision.

The surging 'water flow' also washed away the old man's phantom, but it did not quickly erase the old man's face.

Howo stared at the phantoms that gradually became vague and hazy in the light. These phantoms formed the last barrier of consciousness.

It seemed as if there were some invisible lines extending from these phantoms and spreading over He Ao's body.

That was his past and the fate he was involved in.

But he seemed to have 'forgotten' many things and many people. Originally, there should have been many people in this position.

"Do you feel that the barrier of your consciousness is too weak, and that there are too few people or things that can anchor your consciousness?"

And in this wash, a voice that resounded in the soul reverberated in Howe's mind. It seemed as if he was right behind Howe, leaning on him, with a hint of 'joking' and 'mocking' in his calm tone.

"Because many of those 'memories' that were enough to serve as anchors of consciousness have been erased by me, and those whose fates were deeply tied to yours have also had their fates weakened by me."

The calm voice continued.

"You may be aware of your own forgetfulness, or you may be aware of the modification of your fate, but what does it matter? The modified fate will not be restored because of your awareness, and the erased memory will not be restored because of your attempt to remember."

That mocking smile was like an open net, trapping Howe's consciousness.

"You have never understood the power of myths, nor can you comprehend the greatness of myths. When you try to challenge myths, your fate is already doomed."

"In my eyes, you are nothing more than a struggling ant, nothing more than a foolish mortal, nothing more than a small fish trying to jump out of the fish tank. I can easily overturn the fish tank, crush the ant, and control the fate of a mortal like you."

"If I hadn't been sealed by those stupid guys, and if you hadn't been very suitable to be my 'substitute', you wouldn't have lived to see the day I met you, and you wouldn't have come this far."

"You should be thankful that you still had some value to be used, and that I am willing to give you a chance to live two more days."

"And now, everything is over. What you thought was a ceremony, what you thought was glory, what you thought was 'victory', in fact, it doesn't matter. It's all just your own dream."

"From the beginning, your fate is in my hands,"

The voice slowly returned to calm, and the teasing and mockery completely disappeared, just like a god who had played enough with his toys and easily killed an ant, and completely returned to the ruthless silence.

His voice finally echoed in the empty sea of ​​consciousness, in the consciousness that seemed to be erased, "It's like a puppet hanging on the stage, the ending has been fixed long ago and has never changed."

"Really?"

Just at this moment, a low voice of inquiry suddenly echoed in the abyss, echoing in the torrent of pollution that seemed to be able to drown everything.

Suddenly, violent waves arose in the entire deep sea, and the flowing light and shadows instantly gathered into a blurry purple figure.

However, before the figure could react, his shoulder was held down by a hand that stretched out from the deep sea of ​​consciousness.

Then, a whisper that seemed to be leaning into his ear sounded softly amidst the violent pollution.

"I got you."