For a long time, the statue remained calm, exactly as it had been when he sculpted it, only weathered by time, and still majestic even without a face.
The faceless god!
This is what the old man called him. He had completely forgotten the face formed by the stars that he had seen the day before, no matter how hard he tried to recall it. Therefore, when carving the statue, it was faceless, because the old man dared not casually create a face, as that would be disrespectful to the gods and an insult to his own faith.
The autumn evening breeze rustled through the leaves, creating a melody that brought peace and tranquility.
The old man's eyelids finally drooped, his head fell heavily, and his breathing stopped completely.
Suddenly, the statue behind the old man emitted countless starlight. Dark clouds covered the sky, burying all the light and turning it into night. Everything fell silent.
A swirling galaxy appeared on the face of the statue, which then transformed into the appearance of a handsome man. Looking at the old man who had just died, he extended a finger and gently touched him. Starlight rushed into the old man's body, condensing his still-dissipating soul.
The old man's dazed spirit regained consciousness under the starlight. His eyes saw a being as dazzling as a galaxy, its light shining unrestrainedly. He recognized it at a glance as the deity he had served for decades.
He knelt on the ground, trembling with excitement, hoping to imprint his faith firmly in his heart with his own eyes.
But how can mortals look directly at gods? Gods possess divine power, and even this brief moment of gaze caused the old man's soul to fluctuate, slowly disintegrate, and be assimilated by the endless starlight, becoming a single grain of light among countless rays.
Although he knew that his end would be death, he believed that if he heard the truth in the morning, he could die content in the evening. For a believer who had devoted himself to serving God for decades, nothing could compare to seeing God with his own eyes, even if the price was death.
"My name is Huangtian!"
The old man smiled happily upon hearing this, bowed respectfully, opened his eyes as wide as possible, and stared directly into the body of the deity. Endless starlight poured directly into her soul.
Bang!
The deity watched expressionlessly as the old man's soul shattered into countless fragments, then turned and left the dilapidated little temple.
After a while, a vortex appeared in the dark clouds above the small temple, and a burst of brilliant starlight fell from the sky, completely erasing the existence of the small temple.
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In the inner world, only half an hour had passed when a smile suddenly appeared on Xu Le's lips. The other three members of the group suddenly felt a strange chill and couldn't help but shiver.
"who I am!"
“I am Dou Mei! No, I am Wang Yu, or Xu Shui’an…”
A ball of azure light emerged from the river of information and returned to Dou Mei's body.
Xu Le did not disturb him. This attempt was to prove the credibility of his conjecture. He should not confine his thoughts to one place, but have the openness and boldness to try new things. If he stood still, he would eventually be overtaken by others and would only become a weakling.
Dou Mei seemed to have fallen into madness. Countless memories were mixed together, and she no longer knew which one was her personality and which one was the real her. Under the wash of countless memories, her brain automatically began to clear the traces left by the earliest personality on her body. All the personalities began to mix together and gradually take shape.
Dou Mei's voice was a mix of crying and laughing; sometimes she spoke in a woman's voice, and other times she displayed a masculine and heroic demeanor. This behavior made the other three people frown.
As Xu Le watched Dou Mei slowly transform from madness to a struggle between different personalities, and finally towards the state of her final reincarnation, a smile appeared on his lips, as if he were witnessing the successful completion of one of his scientific research results.
Dou Mei slowly stood up, looking around in confusion. She saw three people bound to the void chains who looked somewhat familiar, but she had no clear impression of them at all, so she quickly looked away. This behavior chilled the hearts of the three people, who now knew Xu Le's intentions.
Modify memories, retain only the abilities!
As Dou Mei had expected, she saw Xu Le. Her face showed a look of shock, and then she knelt down devoutly, touching her forehead to the ground to express her inner reverence, and respectfully said, "Your Majesty the Heavenly Emperor!"
In Dou Mei's eyes, Xu Le's appearance and power should be the embodiment of the god he worships most, the will of that supreme being. Therefore, as a person who is almost a saint, his faith cannot be shaken by external things, and even the fall of the god cannot change his faith.
The Artificial Saint Project, the Memory Erasure Project! The Creation of Loyal Soldiers!
This is Xu Le's idea: to use the countless pieces of information in the river of memories to create a series of reincarnation worlds to temper the soul. While the soul memories of those being washed are being filled into the river and continuously expanded, useful souls are being selected.
Through constant guidance in countless scenarios, she developed a faith as devout as the Holy Spirit, becoming a loyal, resolute, experienced, and composed subordinate.
However, only a few souls can retain consciousness through erosion. Dou Mei and the other three all possess abilities such as emotions, so they have a stronger resistance to these erosions and a higher success rate than ordinary souls. Instead of being washed away into unconscious blank souls, unable to even develop self-awareness.
Although Dou Mei's soul was good, she was on the verge of collapse several times due to feedback from the Heavenly Dao consciousness. Fortunately, the Heavenly Dao consciousness corrected her in time and began a new guidance, which allowed her to be successfully cleansed and brainwashed, and a seed of loyalty was implanted in her, so that she would never betray the Heavenly Dao.
Xu Le nodded in satisfaction at Dou Mei's performance and asked with a smile, "Are you still capable?"
Dou Mei knelt on the ground, raised her head when she heard Xu Le's question, and answered seriously, "I have sorted through my memories, and the memories of that woman named Dou Mei are still there. I can use them normally, Your Majesty."
“Very well, then you try it on him!” Xu Le pointed at the seriously injured Shen Chong.
“Your will is the direction I will follow.” Dou Mei stood up and walked towards Shen Chong, her body radiating a sinister power that made people weak.
"Dou Mei, wake up! Don't fall for his trick!" Shen Chong's expression changed drastically as he watched Dou Mei approach, and he began to scream frantically.
But it was all in vain. In their eyes, Dou Mei was just a personality born from a composite of other memories, a soldier with absolute loyalty to Xu Le.
Dou Mei channeled her weak power into his body. Due to his severe injuries, Shen Chong had no strength left to resist and was easily corrupted. He couldn't help but cry and beg Xu Le for mercy, a stark contrast to his previous unyielding demeanor.
Xu Le looked at the highly efficient Dou Mei and instructed her to wait aside. The souls of the three were extracted one by one, and together with the souls collected in Liu Yanyan's side quest, they were put into the River of Information.
However, things didn't go as planned. Only three souls succeeded on the first try: Gao Ning (the smoke cannon), Xia He (the bone-scraping knife), and a farmer's soul. The other souls were washed away and turned into blank souls, unable to develop independent consciousness or potential. Xu Le threw them into the sheep talisman to make soul liquid as nourishment to enhance their souls.
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Chapter 127: The Accelerating Rabbit (Handsome Guys and Beautiful Girls, Vote Now!)
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Deep in the remote mountains, there are no well-maintained roads. If the mountain people want to go down the mountain, they can only go down via steep mountain roads, or by tractor, which is a bumpy ride that makes them feel uncomfortable all over.
Inside the village chief's son's house, in a somewhat old wooden cabin, the interior was decorated like a traditional kang (heated brick bed) in Northeast China. Despite being a farmhouse, the windows and doors were locked with rusty padlocks.