Chapter 906

Tens of thousands of Meniko's scholars who consider themselves inorganic seized the scepters and immediately declared war on the Society. Ultimately, with the destruction of 122 scepters as the price, the turmoil finally subsided.

"This disease won't have any aftereffects, will it?" Xing asked.

"Even if there are aftereffects, they won't matter much." Heita said calmly, and as she waved her fingers, another scene appeared before Xing.

Countless researchers dressed in scholar robes were strapped to their seats, black straps tightly binding around their eyes, blocking all sight. The scholars' faces showed no expression, hollow and numb… as if their souls had been formatted. Their hands and feet were all bound, and they were loaded onto the spacecraft in batch after batch.

"To prevent infected scholars from reigniting the Imperial War, the Broad Knowledge Society stripped them of research qualifications and placed lifelong strict supervision on the patients. The Perfect Evolution Sect is now a hollow name."

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Was something amiss in seeking an encounter in the dungeon?

"This… is truly unbelievable; even organic life can be affected by the anti‑organic equation. To what extent have these Perfect Evolution Sect guys transformed themselves?" Weylf took a deep breath; since Xing was affected by the anti‑organic equation, he had vaguely sensed something amiss, and didn't expect it to manifest so quickly in the history of the sect war.

However, compared with tens of thousands of scholars infected, what pained him more was the destruction of 122 scepters. After all, each of these genius creations, once destroyed, is gone forever; these 122 scepters are far more valuable than tens of thousands of ordinary people.

Just thinking that one hundred‑thousandth of Pativya's scepter computing power will be ruthlessly seized, and this sect directly caused the destruction of 122 scepters—how many scholars like Pativya could those 122 scepters help advance in their research?

"Like Xing in the cultivation chamber, semi‑mechanizing the human body might be their 'Perfect Evolution.'" Lililuca said gravely.

"Semi‑mechanization… where's the perfection? It would be better to find those Abundant Folk and study them, develop a method to extend human life, living a few hundred or thousand years in a human form—wouldn't that be more perfect than mechanization?" Weylf could not comprehend the scholars' thinking.

"Do you think the Broad Knowledge Society hasn't explored that area?" Lililuca shook her head. "Researching the Abundant Folk is probably a very delicate red line for the Celestial Vessel; crossing it inadvertently would make one an enemy of the Vessel's forces. Even if the Society is truly interested in the Abundant Folk, it wouldn't dare to research them overtly… The Celestial Vessel's stance toward the Transcendent Folk seeking immortality is something the Society cannot be unaware of."

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"Are there still hidden infected individuals within the Society? Is the purge of the Perfect Evolution Sect also part of the sect war? People keep the answers to these questions tacitly unspoken."

Using this incident as a catalyst, the Interstellar Peace Corporation began to cut funding to the major sects, as the Interstellar Energy Sect—temporarily formed during another century‑long war—seemed to become the ultimate winner. Yet for future generations, these details are of little importance.

"The Silent Lord, to Rupert, is the one who prevents him from leaving his circle of knowledge. But what exactly is her purpose?" The future prodigy felt confused about the appearing colleague.

"To become the hero who assassinates the tyrant?"

"Prevent Rupert's resurrection… No, it shouldn't be that simple." Polka's purpose was like a tasty morsel that Heita kept in her mouth, chewing it over and over. When Heita realized she could not obtain the answer that way, a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, "A new puzzle, exhilarating, isn't it?"

New discoveries became new clues, the new clues quickly turned into new questions, and the new questions, in Heita's eyes, became new amusement.

"She managed to live from the First Imperial War to the Second Imperial War—how old is she now? Could it be the rumors about Agency IX…?"

Heita's thoughts drifted off somewhere again, and Xing could never figure out where Heita's interests would land.

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Death.

"Agency IX… I feel like I've heard of this place before."

"Ahaha~ That's the place Miss Huangquan mentioned before." Urahara Kisu unfolded the paper fan in his hand, a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, "That's Miss Huangquan's destination. Perhaps Miss Huangquan could meet Polka Kaka Mu at Agency IX."

Yei pulled a can of beer from the fridge, opened it with a "psst" sound: "But isn't Agency IX linked to the Void faction? Polka Kaka Mu is from the Genius Club—how could she be connected to the Void?"

"Maybe she has stepped onto two completely different destinies: the Void and the Intellect?"

"Two destinies… how could that be? It seems only Xing can tread several completely different destinies." Yei stared blankly.

"Ahaha~ Miss Yei, how dare you conclude that Xing is special? Though many miracles have happened to her, that doesn't mean she's special~"

Urahara Kisu's smile faded slightly, "Although many current scenes in the firmament involve the Star Rail, beyond the train's crew the cosmos is likely undergoing astonishing changes. Based on my experience, Polka Kaka Mu is still alive; as the #4 seat genius, she probably possesses combat power comparable to a commander."

Moreover, beyond the Void and the Intellect… I even think she might have some connection to the Mystery, making her a person who can match Xing and walk three destinies. Otherwise, her incomprehensible, unreadable face would be truly hard to explain.

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Under the golden dome of the Galactic Library Ismail, where golden‑hued tomes of wisdom are plated, a storm is brewing.

At the chronicle celebration of the Broad Knowledge Society, tens of thousands of scholars made the same choice without any communication.

"Return knowledge to knowledge!"

It's unknown who shouted the first cry, and immediately countless scholars raised their arms and shouted, their cries spreading like a wildfire, instantly igniting the entire library. Scores of protesters hoisted banners aloft and began moving forward.

Xing, Pativya, and countless others— they are members of the procession, unaffiliated scholars, tiny in number. Mixing in the crowd, they protest together; their demand is simple: knowledge should be pure, we must reject filthy politics, reject stinking credit points, and let wisdom return to the fireworks of thought.

Xing climbed the human ladder formed by colleagues and sprayed the library's outer wall with "beacon pigment," writing the slogan: "The Imperial Legacy should belong to the masses!"