I, Dark Tiga, began my 30 million-year slumber.

"It's all or nothing, this is the final step!"

Zhang Mo manipulated the rule-based short sword towards the final connection point of this origin.

At this moment, his soul had dimmed to the extreme, and was on the verge of dissipating.

One failure means utter ruin!

brush!

A flash of cold light followed.

The rules shattered violently with a short sword.

"not good!"

A very strange feeling came over me.

The next second, a pain ten thousand times worse than before struck.

In the dark space, cracks instantly appeared all over the body of the pitch-black figure.

If Zhang Mo could see this, he would be shocked. Dark Tiga's body was so strong, yet it was now covered in cracks, looking like it was about to dissipate at any moment.

In the mental space.

He lost consciousness instantly due to the excruciating pain, but quickly regained it under the intense stimulation of the pain.

In that brief moment, Zhang Mo quickly focused his mind and merged the nearly separated source together.

He knew very well that he had just failed; even though the primordial energy seemed about to be completely separated, it was no longer possible.

As the origin rapidly gathered, Zhang Mo's soul quickly solidified.

The intense pain persists.

"I was really lucky this time. The excruciating pain brought me back to my senses, otherwise I would have certainly died!"

Although the soul no longer dissipates, it is utterly dim.

"No, it's impossible to succeed right now. I have too many distracting thoughts; I must remain absolutely calm!"

He gasped for breath, the tearing sensation deep within his soul constantly reminding him that even though he had cleared his mind of all distractions, achieving perfect tranquility was still not enough.

"I must enter a state of absolute calm!" Zhang Mo's eyes flashed. "I need to temporarily abandon all emotions, erase all humanity, and overcome human weaknesses!"

Only in this state can he remain absolutely calm, and there will be no more mistakes in separating the source.

“I’m already losing my emotions, and I’ll eventually become indifferent and heartless. I’ll just consider this an early adaptation.”

"However, emotions and humanity cannot completely disappear at this time. It would be bad if the guy behind us noticed something!"

Zhang Mo's gaze sharpened slightly as the dark rules surged into his soul, allowing it to recover rapidly.

"Fortunately, it's just recovery, not like last time when the soul was split and damaged!"

Zhang Mo shook his head, and used the dark runes in his hand to create a cage.

This is a place where he temporarily stores his emotions.

Emotions and human weaknesses must not disappear now, although they will disappear sooner or later, but not now.

"I need to rest properly, solidify my soul, and repair my body, otherwise I might not be able to withstand the next division of my origin."

"This should take about half a month."

He set aside the orb of light and his spirit returned to his body.

He frowned slightly upon seeing the gruesome state of the body. "This time we were really lucky; otherwise, there would have been no trace of him!"

Zhang Mo felt a wave of fear. His body was so strong, yet it was now covered in cracks.

If it weren't for the intense pain that briefly brought him back to consciousness, he probably would have been dead beyond any hope of survival.

He raised his hand, and the energy core formed from the rift universe floated in front of him, surging energy into his body to help him repair it.

Chapter 396 Origin Division

"Begin the peeling!"

Zhang Mo murmured something.

Suddenly, a strange light enveloped his soul.

The light, like water, seeped into his soul, washing over it again and again.

With each surge of light, a faint ray of light of various colors would be drawn out and enter the sphere of light formed by the dark rules.

These clusters of colorful lights represent Zhang Mo's emotions.

He could feel his emotions fading away bit by bit, and his once bright and lively eyes gradually became calm and indifferent.

After a long while, the eerie light washed over Zhang Mo's soul one last time, bringing out the last wisp of white light.

Zhang Mo glanced indifferently at his emotions; as human beings, emotions are an integral part of life.

The emotions extracted from a normal person, categorized by size, are enough to fill that cage of rules.

But not even a third of his emotions were fully expressed.

At this moment, his emotions seemed to be slowly dissipating, thread by thread.

He gently raised his hand to catch some of the dissipating emotions, but even he couldn't figure out why these emotions had vanished.

After gazing calmly for a moment, he suddenly pointed to the other side, where he lay forever asleep.

"It was bound to dissipate anyway, and while we can't stop it, we can gather these scattered emotions together and give them to you!"

Zhang Mo spoke calmly, as if these were not his emotions.

A strange light connected him to another version of himself, and the emotions that should have dissipated quickly coalesced and surged towards that other version of himself.

His emotions will eventually disappear, but they won't really disappear, because they will simply become the emotions of the unawakened version of himself.

"Perhaps this is another kind of rebirth!"

"After successfully splitting this half of the origin, I will fuse the half that possesses the essence of Tiga into yours."

"At that time, you can be considered Zhang Mo, who was born in this universe and inherited everything from Tiga."

"You, who possess all my memories and emotions, may be my alternative rebirth."

"But that should be after I'm dead."

Zhang Mo looked at him calmly, her gaze as still as a stagnant pool.

He raised his hand and modified his memories, erasing the soul division and the origin division.

What you need is an absolutely true memory, and an absolutely false memory!

Zhang Mo calmly completed the other person's memory again, and everything was real.

Time travel, a system, witnessing a great war over 30 million years, constantly acquiring memory fragments, vying for plasma sparks, helping Belial, experiences with Camilla, and so on.

The memories that were divided into the soul and the origin were replaced by memories that were merged with the dark rules.

The memories of being assimilated and the memories of the soul being bound by the rules of the universe were also directly erased.

In reality, this memory is but a very short breath, and a few small things naturally connect to it.

Everything is both absolutely real and absolutely false.

After finishing all this, Zhang Mo lowered his hand and focused his gaze on that mass of origin.

With a wave of his hand, the primordial energy floated in front of him.

With a gentle lift of his hand, the runes formed from the dark rules instantly condensed into a short sword of rules.

Without the slightest hesitation, he manipulated the rules and slashed with the short sword.

Intense pain struck, but Zhang Mo seemed oblivious to it, his gaze remaining fixed on his origin.

In a state of absolute calm, these minor pains would have no effect on him whatsoever.

In this state, his speed in manipulating the rules and slicing the origin with the short sword is several times faster than before.

Previously, splitting the source would take at least ten hours each time, and it still couldn't be done successfully.

At the current speed, the original source division will not fail within three hours at most, provided no other unexpected events occur during this period.

However, this is his mental space, so no other accidents are likely to happen here.

However, as his origin was severed, his soul also rapidly dimmed.

With a whoosh, the rule-bound short sword shattered suddenly as the final strike landed.

Zhang Mo's soul instantly became blurred.

But soon Zhang Mo's soul began to solidify rapidly.

In the spiritual space, two identical primordial spheres floated there.

Zhang Mo's gaze was indifferent, and with a wave of his hand, a ball of primordial energy floated in front of him.

With a thought, the vast dark rules instantly transformed into runic chains that pierced into this primordial energy.

At the same time, the vast dark rules enveloped another source and began to nurture it.

Before Zhang Mo, the chains of rules suddenly taut and began to pull outwards.

A faint black light was drawn out from the source.

This is the residual Tiga aura within the origin of this mass.

With a gentle push, that aura merged into another source.

The dark rules also enveloped this source and began to nurture it.

Soon, under the dark rules, the source filled with Tiga's aura was restored to its original state, just like before, with no indication that the source had been divided.

With a gentle push, Zhang Mo sent the source of energy drifting towards the sleeping figure and merging with him.

Zhang Mo then turned his gaze to the lifeless mass of origin in front of him.

With a gentle wave of his hand, the dark rules began to cleanse this primordial energy in round after round.

Finally, during the twenty-third cleansing, a very hidden seed of cosmic rules was cleared out from the source by the dark rules.