The flying sword of Qingxiao Pavilion wove a web before Feng Hao's eyes.
Thirty flying swords were joined end to end, the red and yellow talismans on the swords flowed ceaselessly, and the spirit energy condensed into a solid wall in the array, with each rotation causing a sharp piercing sound, cutting the air to pieces. Feng Hao's mechanical arm pressed against the trunk of the ancient steel tree, and could clearly feel the beating of the crystal of the tree's heart vein, which was getting closer and closer to the disordered spirit energy in his arm, like two hearts about to resonate.
"Feng Zhan's seed is also equipped with this' fusion of evil things'?" The leading cultivator of the Qingxiao Pavilion sneered, pinched the sword form in his hand, and suddenly tightened the flying sword array, "Today we will use your bones to pay tribute to the polluted spiritual vein!"
The three flying swords in the front row were the first to thrust. The runes on the tips of the swords flickered with a "purification" red light, pointing directly at Feng Hao's mechanical arm. He dodged the side, the flying swords brushed past his arm, and immediately smoke rose from the metal surface, the spiritual energy lines burned by the runes, and the blue-purple light rammed wildly under the skin, but could not break through the blockade of the flying sword array.
The moment his back hit the ancient tree, Feng Hao's gaze fell on the crack in the tree's heart. There was a spirit vein crystal embedded in it, in which the shadow of his father could be faintly seen - an illusion, but with real warmth. He recalled the appearance of his father on his deathbed, his mechanical arm wrapped in the talisman paper of the Clearsky Pavilion, yet still grasping his hand and saying, "The heart of the sword is not in the hand, in the belief."
"Faith?" Feng Hao's robotic arm suddenly stopped struggling, allowing the disordered psychic energy to flow along the trunk towards the crystal. The burning pain was still there, but this time he didn't feel fear. Instead, he felt a long-lost sense of closeness - the spiritual veins of his father were hidden in this arm.
The ancient steel tree suddenly trembled. The Spirit vein crystal burst with blinding light, and the blue-purple spirit energy swam upstream along Feng Hao's mechanical arm, forming a translucent light blade in the palm of his hand. The edge of the light blade was entwined with fine electric arcs, crackling, with both the domineering mechanical prosthesis and the sharpness of the spiritual energy sword, and even the air was twisted into ripples by this force.
"What is that?" The smile of the Qingxiao Pavilion monk froze on his face.
The moment Feng Hao raised his hand, his father's voice rang out again, this time not a memory but a resonance following the spiritual vein: "Hold the sword as if it were your own bones."
He clenched the blade of light.
"Electromagnetic sword qi!"
Three words squeezed out between his teeth, and Feng Hao's figure turned into a shadow in the flying sword array. The blue-purple sword qi split the air, not with a thunderous roar, but like a gentle bolt of lightning, streaking along the edge of each flying sword. Wherever the sword energy passed, the red and yellow talismans dimmed in an instant, and the net of swords composed of spiritual energy broke inch by inch. The flying swords, which were said to purify everything, fell to the ground like paper, and all the Clearsky Pavilion marks on the hilts shattered.
The flying sword array, broken.
The aftereffects of the sword energy hit the ancient steel tree, the crack in the tree heart suddenly widened, and a piece of metal engraved with gears and runes popped out of the groove, made a circle in the air, and landed firmly in Feng Hao's palm.
It was the first fragment of the Chaos Protocol.
The patterns on both sides of the metal sheet were in perfect harmony with his mechanical arm and with the electromagnetic sword qi just now. When touched, it gave the same tremor as the symbiotic wristband, as if saying, "Finally found you."
Feng Hao looked at the fragment in his palm and then at his own mechanical arm. In the sunlight, the blue-purple psychic energy flowed at the junction of metal and flesh, making it impossible to tell where the machine was and where the body was.
From afar came the cry of the Qingxiao Pavilion cultivator, and the thunderous red light of the dust had already appeared in the forest. But Feng Hao merely stuffed the fragments into his bosom and clenched his still-burning mechanical arm.
He knew that the belief his father spoke of was not for him to take revenge, but for him to admit that this hand, this life, this being that combined mechanical and spiritual veins was itself the sharpest sword.
And he had just learned to hold a sword.
Thunderous dust, like blood-red whips, came, carrying the runes of the Locking Spirit array, straight to Feng Hao's brow. The old Taoist's voice was colder than the flying sword: "Break my Qingxiao Sword array with evil things, Feng Zhan's son is indeed a piece of waste that should be purified!"
Feng Hao turned sideways to avoid, and the electromagnetic sword qi lingered on his fingertips. He suddenly noticed that when he held the sword energy, Lei Li's spiritual energy flow was clearly visible - in the red light of the dust, there was a tiny flaw, the old mark of Lei Li's injury from his father's mechanical arm when he was young, and the spiritual vein had not fully healed to this day.
"The flaw is often hidden in the most proud place." Feng Hao's figure charged forward again, and the electromagnetic sword qi pointed straight at the flaw of the dust. This time, he did not deliberately avoid the conflict between the psychic and the mechanical, but instead let the two forces collide and blend in the sword qi, adding a hint of gold in the blue-purple light, that was the power of the spiritual vein of the ancient steel tree.
The thundering dust suddenly got out of control, and where it was swept by the sword qi, blue smoke emerged, and the red light dimmed instantly. The old Taoist staggered back, looking at the sword qi in Feng Hao's palm, his eyes showed shock for the first time: "Impossible... How could a machine carry the power of the spirit vein?"
"Why not?" Feng's robotic arm pressed against the fragments of the Chaos Protocol, and the metal sheet suddenly lit up, casting a pre-era image: the researcher in the white coat injected spiritual veins into the core of the mecha, steel and flesh grew together in the petri dish, and finally formed the blue and purple interwoven light in the palm of his hand.
"That's the truth of the fusion." Feng Hao's voice echoed through the forest, and the electromagnetic sword energy soared again. "It's not blasphemy as you say, it's another way to live!"
He swung his sword at Lei Li. This time, the sword energy did not strike directly but drew a circle around the old Taoist priest. The runes in the circle began to distort, red and yellow patterns interwove with blue and purple spiritual energy, forming a new talisman array - that was a makeshift "symbiotic array" created by Feng Hao using the power of electromagnetic sword qi and protocol fragments.
The thunderous dust could not move an inch in the formation, and the spirit energy was assimilated by the formation and became milder. The old Taoist looked at his hands. The runes used to purify the "alien" now bloomed pale golden flowers in the palm, faintly echoing the lines on Feng Hao's mechanical arm.
"This..." Lei Li's lips trembled, and images of his youth suddenly came to his mind - he had secretly repaired a wounded mechanical bird with the runes of the Qingxiao Pavilion, which later saved his life, but he never dared to admit it.
Feng Hao did not take advantage of the situation. The electromagnetic sword energy dissipated slowly. He put away the fragments of the Chaos Protocol, and the mechanical arm's psychic energy returned to calm, but was stronger than ever. "There are also seeds of symbiosis hidden in your dust." He turned into the depths of the forest, "Come to us when you figure it out."
The ancient steel tree hummed behind him as if to see him off. The light of the spirit vein crystal gradually softened, and the father's vision waved at his back and finally dissipated into the air.
Feng Hao touched the new pattern on the bracelet, which had already resonated with the fragments of the Chaos Protocol. He knew that the appearance of the first fragment was just the beginning. The real challenge is to make more people understand that mechanics and psychics are never enemies.
The shouts of companions from afar, Lin Banxia's symbiotic liquid, Chen Mohen's BUG symbol, Yan Yuanxiu's data stream... Their power is converging. Feng Hao quickened his pace. The blue-violet light of the robotic arm interwove with the spiritual veins of the forest, drawing a long trail on the ground like a road to the future.