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The highest-level secret conference room was filled with smoke.

The air felt oppressive, like lead, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts.

Wang Yi's name, his photo, and his last words, "Serve the people," are all classified as top secret and permanently sealed in the deepest part of Base 001.

The hero's medal was posthumously awarded.

The family received an astronomical sum in compensation, enough to ensure that they would live comfortably for generations.

But the problem is like a bloody wound, laid out before everyone, unable to heal.

"The 'Suzaku' engine is a vital national asset, without a doubt."

An air force general broke the long silence with a hoarse voice.

His eyes were sunken and bloodshot; this eagle, who had dominated the blue sky all his life, now looked like a bird with broken wings.

"But our pilots have become disposable commodities."

"Wang Yi is an elite among men, a treasure of our Air Force! His physical abilities far surpass those of ordinary people, yet he couldn't even complete a single full mission!"

The general slammed his fist on the table, causing the water glass on the table to tremble.

"We've built this weapon, but we can't afford to use it!"

"Every takeoff is like signing a death sentence! What the hell is this?!"

Every word was like a heavy hammer blow, striking everyone's hearts.

What an irony, what a humiliating situation!

They defeated technology with mythology, only to find that they didn't even have the right to wield mythology.

"Could we... use AI to replace driving?"

A young staff officer adjusted his glasses and made a suggestion in a low voice, his tone tinged with uncertainty.

This is the easiest solution to come up with, and also the most ideal solution.

Instantly, everyone's eyes turned to Chief Scientist Su Qingge.

Su Qingge slowly shook her head, her face even paler than before, her lips devoid of any color.

"no."

Her words were resolute, as if she had used all her strength to extinguish the last glimmer of hope in the room.

"We've tried hundreds of simulations, from the most basic programs to the most complex neural networks, we've tried them all."

"A pure AI system will collapse the moment it comes into contact with the spirit of 'Wind and Fire Wheels' due to the conflict of underlying logic that it cannot resolve."

"That power, it seemed to be alive."

Su Qingge paused, seemingly searching for a less mystical word, but ultimately gave up.

"It doesn't need instructions, programs, or even data."

"It requires 'will'."

"A living person, using his spirit and his soul, to guide, to resonate, and to lead."

"AI has no soul."

These words made the temperature in the entire conference room seem to drop several degrees.

They were once again locked in a deadlock.

Li Guobang leaned back wearily in his chair. He forced himself to light a cigarette, but his hands trembled so badly that he had to strike the lighter several times before it finally lit.

The bluish-white smoke rose, but it couldn't dispel the gloom between his brows.

Overnight, this tough man suddenly had a few glaring white hairs at his temples.

He was at a loss.

There is no solution to this problem.

This is even more despairing than being held by the West's neck back then.

Just when everyone was completely shrouded in this dark cloud called "powerlessness".

Chen Xi, who had been sitting silently in the corner for a long time, slowly stood up.

He glanced at the clock on the wall, then at the empty seat that belonged to Wang Yi, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes that went unnoticed by anyone.

Then, he walked to the head of the conference table and gently put down the enamel mug in his hand that was printed with "Serve the People".

"Thump."

The crisp sound was exceptionally clear in the deathly silent room, like a pebble thrown into a stagnant pool, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

"Since the equipment is no longer an ordinary item."

Chen Xi surveyed the entire room, his gaze calmly sweeping over every face, whether filled with despair or numbness. His voice was soft, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"The person who uses the equipment can no longer be a mortal."

It was a bombshell.

The room fell silent.

Even the sound of breathing seemed to stop at that moment.

All the generals and scientists present stared intently at Chen Xi with the look of someone looking at a madman.

They suspected there was something wrong with their ears.

What does that mean?

Not an ordinary person?

Are we supposed to have a god descend to earth to fly the plane?!

"Chen Xi, this is not the time for jokes!"

Li Guobang frowned, his voice low and menacing.

"I'm not joking."

Chen Xi's expression was more serious than ever before.

He pointed to Wang Yi's information on the screen.

"The root of Wang Yi's tragedy lies in the fact that his body is merely the shell of a 'mortal' person."

"This body cannot bear the power of a god."

"It's like an ordinary glass cup, but you try to use it to hold the entire ocean; the result will only be that the cup breaks and the water spills out."

"So..."

Chen Xi's gaze swept over the shocked faces of the crowd as he spoke, word by word.

"We'll just give him a new 'god's' body."

A collective gasp filled the conference room.

"Genetic optimization?"

"Super Soldier?"

"This...how is this possible?!"

The generals exchanged bewildered glances, while the scientists kept pushing up their glasses, as if trying to get a clearer view of the young man before them.

"No."

Chen Xi shook his head, rejecting the vocabulary from these science fiction movies.

"It's not genetic optimization."

"But..."

Chen Xi's voice was very low, yet it seemed to possess a kind of bewitching magic.

"Physical improvement".

Arguing is pointless.

Facts speak louder than words.

Chen Xi didn't give them much time to explain or argue. He silently sat back down in his seat and took out the phone that had changed everything.

The screen lights up.

He ignored the dozens of urgent messages sent by the "Great God of the Three Altars and Seas" about "when will the mecha be fully equipped?"

They also ignored the latest Game of Thrones critique link shared by [Lei Gong].

His finger slowly slid across the chat list filled with immortals, as if he were flipping through a book of life and death that determined the fate of the nation.

He is searching.

Searching for a deity who may possess the "Art of Body Refinement".

Those who can withstand the ferocious power of the Vermilion Bird Engine are definitely not ordinary human beings.

The Thirty-Six Methods of the Heavenly Gang, The Seventy-Two Transformations of the Earthly Fiends...

These legendary supreme supernatural powers are not merely transformation techniques; their true foundation lies in a physical body powerful enough to shake heaven and earth.

Sun Wukong?

Chen Xi's finger paused for a second on the glittering golden monkey head image before tracing it away.

No.

This monkey is too wild and unpredictable. Although he is physically strong, it is too risky to negotiate with him; it's like asking a tiger for its skin.

Whether this mischievous monkey will pull out a treasure or a stick for you next depends entirely on his mood.

Marshal Tianpeng?

Chen Xi glanced at the gray, perpetually inactive avatar of Zhu Bajie and shook his head without hesitation.

Since being demoted to the mortal realm, this marshal has probably forgotten all his former abilities. All he does is eat and drink all day long. Relying on him is like hoping a sow can fly.

Chen Xi's eyes searched the list, his mind rapidly weighing the pros and cons.

The God of Wealth only cares about money.

The God of Literature is only in charge of learning.

The Old Man Under the Moon (Yue Lao) is only in charge of marriage.

None of them are a good fit.

His finger finally stopped on an ID that rarely spoke, yet exuded a sharp and incisive aura.

The image was a vertical, radiant eye that seemed to pierce through the three realms.

【Erlang Manifests His Holy Spirit】.

That's him.

Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun, Erlang Shen of Guanjiangkou, is the number one war god recognized by the Heavenly Court.

He achieved physical immortality and mastered the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts; his cultivation was almost entirely honed through battles and killings.

When it comes to body refinement, probably no one in the Three Realms can surpass him.

Moreover, this god is aloof and arrogant, disdainful of the Heavenly Court's officialdom, yet he obeys orders but not summons, making him most suitable for "private transactions".