He is the leader of the Tantric sect in Chagdu.

Chapter 102 The Beginning of the Genealogy

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Even Lian Nie's little face couldn't help but twitch; let's not even talk about the distorted expressions of the others.

On the other side, the fox had already turned into a dazed look, burying its face in the sofa and pretending to be dead. Meanwhile, in front of everyone, Aina twirled around in her conjured dress, transforming from pure white to a black and red outfit, showing off her hem with great interest.

The girl, who looked to be seventeen or eighteen, was like the rising sun, with a contradictory blend of lightness and heat in her demeanor—the unpredictable expression on her face allowed her to seamlessly coexist with both friendliness and aggression, giving people a mysterious sense of "danger."

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Aina curiously poked her soft, fluffy cheeks.

"A girl's body—it's amazing."

She hugged her arms, her face flushed with an unnatural rosy hue, and sighed softly as she squinted at her surroundings—Lin, who was closest to her, shrank back as if she had been electrocuted—those eyes, a blend of gold and pure white, gave her a stinging pain as if her soul had been laid bare.

",Feel sorry."

Aina quickly realized what was happening and subtly averted her gaze.

During this period, the excessively expanding power could still be well contained within the body, but when the glass spirit liquid was added to the tin, it showed a tendency to "overflow"—it needed to be specially suppressed.

"But why is it a girl?"

Ronan was a little stunned. He had already confirmed the fox's gender, and what he was seeing was some kind of "clone" ability. Logically, clones should follow the user's habits—

Not a perverse sense of humor.

"This isn't just any ordinary clone of mine—"

Aina shook her head, opened her arms forward, and chuckled, "The embodiment of intelligence, my current masterpiece. Even though I'm in control now, she can still act autonomously according to the intelligence and principles flowing in the spiritual liquid, even without manual manipulation."

The guiding principle he used to construct this "avatar" was the "moth"—undoubtedly, the nest would be a paradise for the moth, and the pre-compiled "intelligence" would operate according to the domain and inclinations of this principle.

A girl who is unpredictable and elusive is not frightening, but if she also possesses the power to overturn the order, then she is a cornerstone capable of reshaping everything.

"I want more people to witness the graceful posture of a bird in flight."

Aina looked at her palm, in a corner unseen by anyone, and a complex emotion rose in her eyes, as if a deep scab had fallen off, no longer bleeding, leaving only a scar in place.

The scar remains here; the skin underneath has become smooth and flat to the touch, yet it is still visible. Even if you try to cover it with your sleeve, the mark will always remain.

"As for why I have this image—perhaps it's so that I won't forget someone."

Of all those present, perhaps only Nie had ever seen Nana before, so she explained softly, "Before I was able to react, some seeds of sorrow had already been sown—they had taken root in my very being. I can't do much more than try to continue her ideals."

"She was determined to climb to the top, a proud and ambitious bird—she had once risen from the abyss, but was also swallowed up by this unreasonable world, and could never fly higher again."

The fox pondered: "What she couldn't do—even if it's a belated remedy, even if it's a poor performance on stage, I will present it in its entirety."

From the bottom of the nest, all the way to the top of the nest—this is the "ambition" inherited from Nana, a pure desire to rise.

The next instant, Ai slowly sat up from the sofa beside her, while in Aina's eyes—a pure white light suddenly faded, followed by a golden-red light slowly rising—

Aina, who had gained free will in a sense by copying the "Impression Mask" contained in the vessel into this body, looked at the fox with her inorganic-looking eyes and then silently nodded.

"It's up to you now," Ai said to her.

Slowly, as the glassy liquid flowed throughout his body, the intelligent incarnation's eyes became increasingly lively, eventually turning into a look of bewilderment and confusion.

Driven by a certain will and according to her predetermined purpose, she walked alone out of the Gray Court and headed deeper into the dark earth.

—Aina will go to the bottom nest.

The perspective returns to the living room. Having just escaped the first-person view, Ai's mind is momentarily blank—theoretically, both the original and the avatar's personality originate from "Ai's" vessel, and this conflict in perspective brings him a dizzying sense of disorientation.

However, he quickly adjusted—for a budding mystic, whether it was split personality or multitasking, it was already a pressure that his already developed mind could bear.

"But should we just let her go alone?"

However, Mia muttered to herself, "No matter how you look at it, it's worrying to see a girl like that going to the bottom of the nest alone—what if she encounters danger?"

"Peace of mind."

Ai stretched on the sofa. "Don't treat her like an ordinary human—the intelligence contained in the tin shell is not yet complete; it only has the rational part for now. If we encounter any insurmountable crisis, we can simply discard the shell and return to the form of light."

He wagged his tail: "The Glassy Elixir is a liquid born from radiance. No one but me can possess it from the light. Even in the bottom nest, light is everywhere. That veil can block us, but it cannot stop the flow of light—"

"Speak like a human being." Lin rolled her eyes.

"In other words—this journey to the bottom nest was not an adventure for Aina, but a process of 'completion'."

The fox hugged its tail to its chest as a pillow. "Right now, Aina's intelligence is incomplete because she only has rationality. I hope she can complete her intelligence through deep learning, just like training an AI with extremely high potential using a complex environment."

The fox had high expectations for "Aina": her true form was a ball of glassy liquid. In this initial version of Aina, Ai only added a few settings to her—such as the tendency of a "moth", her ambition to rise, and her purpose of "exploring the bottom nest".

It's essentially a blank template with only basic tags.

If we consider the bottom nest as the site of a giant social experiment, then this immature intelligence can grow in the process of "learning from humans," eventually transforming into the existence that Ai envisions:

"Wisdom," which has no soul yet is constantly striving to become complete, relies on radiance for its existence. It has no vital points and cannot be completely killed. It can learn endlessly and be eternally reincarnated. It is a mystical ghost that is constantly moving upward and constantly completing itself.

"Glow Type, Strong Artificial Intelligence, Aina Generation 1"

—In a sense, this is also a form of cyber immortality in commemoration.

"I am devising a force that can replace 'think tanks,' otherwise even if Grey Court were to one day stand in the center of Nest City, it would forever remain under the watchful eyes of the Foundation."

Ai made no attempt to hide his ambition, chuckling, "Aina is just one of my experiments—"

—Of course, this wasn't the only time.

"In addition, I have another backup plan—although it is only in the experimental stage."

He spread his hands upwards, and a pure white book emerged from nothingness—it flipped open with a "whoosh" in the gray tide, revealing lines of brilliantly golden characters.

Compared to ten days ago, the original text looks more complete—the radiant light swirling and leaping within it slowly converges onto a single page of white paper.

This is a record of events written in pekin ink: "In the time of ignorance, when the light was murky—the one who basked in the light raised the law of intercalation, and the sun fell into that pool, and the day's cracking and pure white rebirth—that person lit up the light."

—This is the reconstruction of the Path of Heavenly Light.

A line breaks off: "The filth of blasphemy would crawl in from the cave, and the messenger of pure white warned the worm: You must not come here. This is the teaching of the Father of Light. When the dearest friend of light roared and came here, the slender worm fled in fear. Then the messenger told the serpent of Uzo who remained, 'Your names have been cleansed in pure white.'"

—This is the worm's obstruction, and the dependence on the name of Uso.

These are all achievements that have already been made.

—It seems that there haven't been many big commotions.

Ai shrugged.

To re-establish the standards, a massive amount of "influence" is needed—an influence that is not a fleeting force, but rather a mark that must be etched into the times and the world.

Pure white records the "legends" of the Radiant Ones, compiling this original text from top to bottom—and the raw materials that Ai needs to provide for it are more "interference power." In any form, as long as it is a "merit" that is remembered and acknowledged by the Radiant Ones, it is the paint to continue the teachings of the Lamp.

Including salvation, transformation, missionary work, and the collection of faith—"human beings" are also a link in the chain of influence. Believers create their beliefs, while foxes write doctrines. This is an internal closed loop of "self-deception," and also a process of deceiving the world.

Only in this way can a true original text be written while circumventing the already fallen criteria.

For the original text, the key element that constitutes its power is the "pathway".

The magnificent path called "Dawn" is only being traversed by Ai alone, and she is already trying to deceive the world—if there is one more person—not to mention Little White Hair's outburst, it will most likely collapse on the spot.

But aside from the grand path, it's not impossible to try building a few other paths regarding the principles of light—

It's just like being a dog planner.

Ai felt that she had a good grasp of the balance between numerical values ​​and mechanics, and all she needed was a hands-on experience.

Of course, the specifics of the operation will have to wait until they truly embark on the path of light. The fox is currently waiting for the singularity to be born, and with its help, Ai might be able to spread her influence throughout Lolanda's Hallownest, or even beyond the Dome, and eventually the entire Nest World.

In this final period, he also needed to lay the foundation for Gray Court's future plans:

Today, although the outskirts are almost unified and the Gray Court has established a firm foothold, the organization of the Fox's forces cannot yet be called a "cult"—it has only established a supreme "Father of Light" but has not yet formulated teachings for him. As a result, the worship of Gray by the various subordinate factions can only be "imagined".

The pretentious image you conjure up in your head is no doctrine whatsoever.

—Of course, Ai also had his own considerations—disdaining the lowest level of "brainwashing" control, he longed to create a broad and common "program" for Grey Court.

Those who know nothing but idolize others are just too low-class.

Ideological guidance is the key!

The fox knew that in the Nest City, a world that did not conform to the normal course of civilization, many experiences were more of a burden than a help. For example, the alternate world revolution novels he read in his previous life were often set in the Middle Ages or an era with even lower productivity.

In that environment, reforms to the mode of production and the development of production tools might be more effective than liberating productive forces. A novel system would have been a game-changer in the Middle Ages, but in the Nest City it's a bit laughable.

There is never a lack of production capacity here; at least outside the bottom nest, there is no shortage of highly developed technology capable of feeding everyone on a material basis. For an agricultural civilization that still depends on climate change, this place is already paradise.

But an unseen divide remains intense, and humanity fuels conflict through comparison—nobility and beauty are luxury goods that can be assembled, while class is rusted iron.

Population and sexual characteristics are an irreconcilable gap. At birth, intellectual assessments, ability tests, and character assessments are all indicators of differentiation. Kindness and empathy are forgotten things—discrimination and superiority are everywhere, running rampant in the nest.

This is a chain that carries all positive spiritual enjoyment from the "lower" to the "higher".

Silent exploitation, invisible oppression.

The deepest ailment in the city is the decay of people's hearts.

Ai sighed.

—Unaware of the decay.

Perhaps only the reconstruction of the "heart of the masses" can be called a true "supreme transformation," but that is far too distant. As a second choice, trying to spread "goodwill" outward and elevate the "principle of justice" from its previously ignored position is also a good path to transformation.

Please, villains can be allies of justice too!

"so----"

—If we were to consider things more decisively.

The swaying pure white light was icy and chilling. A light, still incredibly naive yet strangely terrifying, ignited in Ai's eyes. "I dare not entrust that glorious future to anyone. I can only trust myself."

—Even if it becomes the shadow of autocracy, the prototype of a tyrant.

"The one who can illuminate the path ahead and correct the world's errors can only be me, the chosen one of radiance."

The fox chuckled, his calm expression sending a chill through Ronan, who had inadvertently met his gaze—the eternally burning fire in his eyes froze in that instant, followed by a chill rising from the depths of his heart.

He couldn't speak, and Ai Yi just smiled, only slightly turning her gaze away.

—If one is destined to weave the fate of all beings, even if it means building a new prison for everyone—

That being must be me.

"Aiyi"

Amidst the ever-expanding ocean of desire, the crimson blood within remained as steady as ever, so solid that even the surging red tide within it despaired.

Gray matter clustered around him, witnessing with him a faint inscription etched on the cover of the pure white tome: "Genealogy · Radiance".

This is merely a preliminary outline, and more details are yet to be revealed.

"The fruit is about to ripen, and the harvest season is just around the corner."

With the next sentence, the fox abandoned its cryptic style, lightly shuffling out of the living room in its fluffy slippers and heading straight outside.

"Haa~" He yawned repeatedly.

"I'll catch up on sleep after I finish this—first, I'll go check on those strange bottom-nest people."