Chapter 1556: Six Paths Infinite Recursive Death Loop

The Sun Sword transformed into an antivirus code program!

Under this sword, the system hard drive was thrown into utter turmoil; the zombie viruses plunged into a world-ending catastrophe. From its mere aura, countless zombie viruses crumbled and collapsed of their own accord, exposing a vast stretch of the original dark-green tree wall, and the world was restored to light and orthodoxy.

Even on the face of the Ancient God Ancestor—formed from layer upon layer of stacked zombie viruses—zombie viruses died in sheets, falling away in patches, and a rain of zombie-virus droplets fell from the sky.

The zombies became true corpses, no longer able to affect the Central Array Spirit Computer in the slightest.

"Little thing, seeking death!"

A star-like fury twisted across the face of the Ancient God Ancestor.

Bulges rose on either side of his ears, stretching and lengthening; countless zombie viruses held hands, foot to foot, linking together to form two massive zombie arms ridged with muscle, fists clenched into knots, like ghosts and gods walking out of the eighteenth layer of hell.

The two zombie arms smashed skyward together, smashing toward that blazing sun-sword light.

In an instant, the virus-code attacks on those zombie fists multiplied dozens of times over.

Boom!

The instant fist and sword-light collided, countless bursts of spiritual light exploded and were annihilated.

In a flash, the virus code copied and proliferated, rewriting itself billions upon billions of times, and the Sun antivirus program likewise ran countless iterations.

In that frenzied clash of compilation and decompilation, the torrent of information exchanged in a single instant was enough to record the entire span of a realm civilization from birth to death.

After a brief stalemate,

Crack!

The zombie arms were hacked clean off!

The dazzling, incomparably sharp Sun antivirus sword-light sliced through like a hot knife through water, cleaving straight through the two zombie-virus programs as thick as planetary belts. Beneath the sword, countless viruses shattered, tore apart, and vanished into ash; the hard-drive storage space they had occupied was reclaimed by the Central Array Spirit Computer's normal programs.

"Weak!"

"Weak… damn you, old thing!"

Within the light, the Great Sun Sword Lord laughed wildly: "Three thousand years apart, and you've grown this weak, you mongrel cur? Why haven't your other Celestial Bodies awakened yet?"

"Why haven't they awakened?!!"

"Is this your way of looking down on this sovereign?"

Boom!

Amid the roar, the light of the Taiqing Flying Sword flared suddenly brighter.

She erupted with even more terrifying destructive force, cutting straight through the shattered stumps and zombie fragments to slam into the star-like zombie-virus sphere, blasting it back over a hundred million zettabytes of space and carving a nearly fatal wound into its body; the size of its virus data packets plummeted.

"Ah…"

"Brat!"

The Ancient God Ancestor virus let out an earth-shattering shriek.

The zombie-virus star-sphere he had become was al

most split clean in two by that savage sword, held together by only a single layer of body. Along the sword-wound, around the zombie-virus face, swathes of zombie viruses were instantly deleted, shattered, or directly recompiled and rewritten into normal programs.

A single sword—and he, who once held absolute superiority in battle, had been driven to the brink of death!

"Roar!"

The Ancient God Ancestor virus bellowed.

In such dire straits, he ceased to care about anything; he immediately pulled back every ounce of computing power from the brutal front-line struggle against the Immortal-Gate Programmer Group Army, utterly ignoring the layer-by-layer collapse of his own graphics-card and monitor virus firewalls. All his computing power gathered into himself, and his aura surged several times stronger in an instant.

"Six Paths Infinite Recursion!"

The Ancient God Ancestor fused all his computing power and virus programs into one furnace and punched out a segment of code.

This segment of code compiled the Ancient God's Six Paths rules into a virus program resembling an infinite loop—endlessly recursing, like a curtain of darkness swallowing the terrifying Sun sword-light that had once again come slashing down across the sky, forcibly compiling that Sun-destroying antivirus sword-light into his own virus program, ceaselessly devouring and growing stronger.

The world plunged into darkness.

Jiang Ding looked up.

He discovered that he had already entered an infinite program death-loop.

Within it, the Taiqing Flying Sword slashed, darted, and annihilated virus program after virus program, but those viruses instantly revived—immortal and indestructible—no matter what he did he could not truly delete them or convert them into normal programs.

"Not bad, not bad."

"It seems you've truly learned quite a bit of programming in these three thousand years."

Jiang Ding said with heartfelt admiration.

The Ancient God Ancestor had been locked in combat with the Immortal-Gate Programmer Group Army for a full three thousand years, and his intrusion and counter-intrusion techniques had likewise been advancing at breakneck speed, to the point where even Jiang Ding felt somewhat ashamed of his own inferiority.

Clang!

Jiang Ding drew his sword.

The Heaven-and-Earth Sun Divine Halo blazed with dazzling radiance behind him; the terrifying will of the Materialist Sun Sword Soul swept across heaven and earth, the four corners of the cosmos, and in an instant detected the treasure-spirituality hidden deep within space.

This spirituality was one of the essences of the Central Array Spirit Computer as a seventh-tier treasure.

It was neither good nor evil, neither selfish nor selfless; in the past it had merely been one of the material cornerstones of the Central Array Spirit Computer's mainframe, taking no part in its code decisions.

But now, that treasure-spirituality was saturated with a cold, samsaric, reincarnating, dreamlike aura.

It was precisely the presence of this aura that was the foremost reason why the Immortal-Gate Programmer Group Army, despite holding overwhelming superiority in programming, had never been able to defeat the Ancient God Ancestor and had instead been gradually countered by him.

And today, in terms of spirituality, in terms of the divine-soul path, an even more terrifying existence had arrived!

The Materialist Sun Sword Soul of the Great Sun Sword Lord—more terrifying than a Celestial Remnant Soul!

"A mere remnant soul,"

"Daring not to cut your own throat before this sovereign—what gall you have, old thing…"

Jiang Ding roared coldly.

The Materialist Sun Sword Soul blazed with radiant light, merging into the Taiqing Flying Sword, and unleashed a heaven-destroying slash toward the spirituality within the Central Array Spirit Computer's graphics card and monitor.

With that sword unleashed, the spirituality of all things in heaven and earth trembled.

The Ancient God Ancestor's remnant soul awakened from within the graphics-card and monitor spirituality; daring to hold nothing back any longer, it transformed into a terrifying eight-headed, eight-tailed beast, roaring as it lunged skyward to bite at the sword-light. Borrowing the terrain, it erupted with dreadful might, instantly blotting out the sky and sun, encompassing and dominating every spiritual presence.

Whoosh!

All of this only welcomed a single sword strike from the Materialist Sun Sword Soul.

One sword slash, one cleaving strike passing through, splitting the terrifying eight-headed, eight-tailed entity right down its stubbornly defended center into two even halves, its spiritual matter annihilated into ash, no longer existing in the slightest.

In this stretch of heaven and earth, in the graphics card and monitor system hardware, no will of the Ancient God Ancestor's virus remained.

The graphics card and monitor system were once again taken under the control of the Central Array Spirit Computer.

"Pitifully weak."

Jiang Ding's Sword Soul returned to its place; he lightly stroked the sword hilt and said calmly.

Still, it could not be looked down upon.

The Ancient God Ancestor was a typical law cultivator; his vitality was truly tenacious — if a single thread of a sub-soul had enough nourishment and time, it would multiply and proliferate into many sub-souls.

What was now slain was only the sub-soul within the Central Array Spirit Computer's graphics card and monitor hardware.

Now, having lost the advantages of home ground and hardware, the Ancient God Ancestor would meet the Immortal Gate programmer army head-on within the graphics card and monitor.

Jiang Ding raised his head and looked.

This Six Paths Infinite Recursion virus was flickering without cease; many code chains were collapsing, being fiercely attacked from outside.

In just an instant, under the assault of the Immortal Gate programmer army, this virus program that called itself the Infinite Recursion Illusion Realm had already collapsed, been thoroughly deleted, and the Great Sun Sword Master's life code within it was released.