Horror Resurrection: I Evolve Starting with the Ghost Buddha

Chapter 725 Only One Path Allowed in the Archives? Xia Xuanyuan Cuts Through the Unnumbered Path

The first path led to Xia Xuanyuan's death at the hands of Mo Heng's long ruler.

The second path allowed Him to successfully sever the second bone, but it also caused all the unnumbered exits to collapse, including the small door that Lu Yu had just entered.

The third option was for Him to retreat.

The master index was therefore recompiled ten ticks ahead of schedule.

All the paths from the fourth to the eleventh have a clear process, a clear cost, and a clear corpse.

The file was not hidden.

It even wrote down each failure with utmost honesty.

Xia Xuanyuan stood before the eleven roads, the broken sword on his shoulder humming softly.

The Mirror Child's only remaining pair of eyes opened behind Him.

"I see that the seventh method has the highest success rate."

"How many?"

"Thirty percent."

"result?"

"You live, but your second bone is broken."

"cost?"

Jing Tong didn't speak immediately.

In the seventh path, Xia Xuanyuan will use the escape intentions of all those in the observation field to compress them into a massive, cross-field sword. The sword can cut through bones, but at the moment of its power, it will implicitly acknowledge the "willingness to escape" of countless those who have not yet answered.

"explain."

"You will choose for them once."

Xia Xuanyuan pushed open the seventh path.

"That would not be a success."

The boy with the mirror closed his eyes.

"That's all I can see."

That's enough.

Which option are you going to choose?

"I won't choose any of them."

Mo Heng walked from the end of the road.

The right side of the young face was completely covered by white paper, leaving only the left side of the aged face. With each step the long ruler took, the eleven roads became more solid.

"Refusing to choose does not constitute a new path."

"I know."

"Staying put will be included in the third outcome of the withdrawal."

"I know that too."

Xia Xuanyuan raised his broken sword.

He did not cut down any path.

The sword's edge landed on the word "only" at the very beginning of the rule.

Mo Heng's long ruler suddenly pressed down.

"Rules are not the road."

"So I'm not leaving."

Xia Xuanyuan had already lost his one arm, and the broken sword was now attached to his shoulder bone. To change direction, he could only twist his entire upper body.

This sword strike was extremely slow.

It's so slow that the archives can record every single trace.

The target is attempting to remove restrictive words.

[Judgment: The limiting words are a necessary structure for the overall index.]

Attack ineffective.

When the sword's edge encountered the word "only," it was indeed like hitting an unshakeable world wall.

The shockwave penetrated the shoulder bone along the broken sword.

Half of Xia Xuanyuan's body exploded on the spot.

"The eleventh route is also recorded."

Mo Heng said.

"All your possibilities have been checked."

Blood gushed from Xia Xuanyuan's mouth.

He stared at the word "only" and suddenly asked:

"Can this rule be withdrawn?"

"No."

"Who agreed?"

"The master index does not require the consent of road users."

Xia Xuanyuan smiled.

He had forgotten many old connections with Lin Chuan.

But the clearest principle of the eleventh path remains: for every clause that permanently closes off the possibility of exit for the beings on the path without their consent, there is a point where the sword can find a break.

It's not because the sword is stronger than the rules.

Rather, the rules claim to apply to all roads, yet they never pass through any road.

This gap is hidden inside the word "only".

"Found it."

Xia Xuanyuan did not change his move.

The second sword struck the same spot.

Mo Heng's long ruler struck him in the back.

A black and white gash appeared, extending from the neck bone to the waist. The proofreading force merged His current severe injury with the first dead end, attempting to make "not yet dead" a misrepresentation.

The boy with the mirror suddenly opened his eyes.

"You'll die if you strike again!"

"You saw it?"

"see."

"Which one is that?"

Jing Tong was taken aback.

The future is the first priority.

But Xia Xuanyuan did not walk towards Mo Heng; He stood outside the road from beginning to end, cutting off the same limiting word.

"No number."

"The boy with the mirror said in a low voice."

"Then don't number it."

Xia Xuanyuan raised his sword for the third time.

Eleven paths simultaneously tempted Him.

Although He died in the first path, He was able to cut off half of Mo Heng's face before He died.

The fifth path promises to preserve all companions, leaving Xia Xuanyuan alone to forever remain the gatekeeper of the Archives Path.

The seventh route has the highest success rate.

The eleventh path is most like His past sword intent: to bear it alone, to cut it open alone, and then not to ask whether those behind Him are willing to follow.

None of them are outright scams.

Each and every one of them is passionate and heroic enough to make later generations portray him as a hero who sacrificed himself to pave the way.

What truly shook Xia Xuanyuan's resolve was the fifth point.

Only sacrifice yourself.

Don't make decisions for others.

It seems there are no problems.

His foot had already stepped onto the side of the road.

A certain future then came from the broken sword: He would live as a signpost without self, so that all those who came after Him could safely reach their respective exits.

"Isn't this great?"

The boy with the mirror saw it too.

Xia Xuanyuan asked:

"Can I stop guarding it in the future?"

The road offered no answer.

The annotations in the archives answer that question.

[Once a voluntary sacrifice takes effect, it cannot be withdrawn.]

Xia Xuanyuan withdrew his foot.

"It's another path that only I, today, am allowed to answer for my future self."

"But this is your own choice."

"That's what Jing Tong said."

"I'm willing now."

Xia Xuanyuan looked down at the sword root on his shoulder bone.

"The future is uncertain."

Can a person make an eternal covenant for their future self?

"Sometimes."

"And this time?"

"I didn't ask about my future self."

He also opened the fifth way.

This is not a denial of sacrifice.

It's just that we refuse to let sacrifice automatically lose its boundaries simply because it sounds noble.

The black and white light on the long ruler of the ink scale grew brighter and brighter.

"Hesitation is road pollution."

"Hesitation is also a form of moving forward."

Xia Xuanyuan finally raised his third sword.

The broken sword could not withstand the pressure and shattered in the middle, leaving only a section of the sword root attached to the shoulder bone.

He then cut him with the base of his sword.

There was no sword light.

There was no earth-shattering divine power.

Only one traveler, who had lost his right arm and whose half-body was split open, pushed his still-mobile shoulder forward an inch.

The first fine line appears on the character “仅”.

The master index shook violently.

In the field of observation by billions, those beings who were told that "there is only one correct path in life" simultaneously felt that there was a small patch of land without road signs beneath their feet.

They may not necessarily step onto it.

At least it can be seen.

Mo Heng's aged face was completely distorted.

"Unrecorded paths will result in uncorrectable endings!"

"Then we won't calculate it."

"Conflict will kill the world!"

"Both and a half cities of your hometown are dead."

Fang Mo's voice came from the edge of the page.

"It does not exist because of contradictions."

"It's because the archives forced them to choose only one prophecy."

Mo Heng's chest was split open.

Under the white paper, a young eye reopened.