Chapter 518

What is going on?

What exactly happened?

Wang Yu was also momentarily stunned.

The gray-white spiritual pattern flying out of his body was naturally the newly forged Guardian Soul Pattern.

As for the silver orb shooting out of the iron chest, if he remembered correctly, it was the “data sphere” containing Wang Tiezhu’s memories.

This object was a special item created by Helena using her psychic abilities, copying all of “Wang Tiezhu”’s memory data into it; in a certain sense, it could even be said to be Wang Tiezhu’s own consciousness.

Because this memory data sphere was born within the login interface, it could not be taken into the real world, so he had always kept it stored in the interface lobby.

Now it had suddenly broken free from the box, seemingly connected to the newly forged Guardian Soul Pattern—as if summoned by it, it had actively flown toward the pattern.

If the Guardian Soul Pattern spontaneously flying out of his body was surprising, he could still accept it to some extent.

Because earlier, yin spirits and other yin entities had shown unusual behavior within the login interface space; though the soul pattern was not a yin spirit, it belonged to the category of spiritual essence and was fundamentally very similar, so some unexpected behavior here was understandable.

But for Wang Tiezhu’s “memory data sphere” to appear on its own, and seemingly undergo some unknown strange transformation with his Guardian Soul Pattern—

This immediately made Wang Yu wonder if this was connected to Helena.

After all, this memory data sphere was her creation; it was almost certainly tied to her.

Wang Yu’s thoughts raced swiftly, yet he felt no panic.

Outside this space, he might have been cautious and wary, but this was the login interface—even if his physical body were destroyed here, he could fully restore himself in the real world.

After thinking it over, he immediately recited the incantation of the Soul Descending Technique, murmuring under his breath, then raised his hand and shot a silver spell toward the distance, intending to recall the soul pattern first.

But the next moment, his expression subtly changed.

The silver spell pierced into the swirling lightning and the soul pattern, clearly reestablishing the connection—he could still sense it clearly with his spiritual awareness—but the soul pattern gave no response at all, as if the spell had lost all control over it.

Out of control?

He did not continue to activate the Soul Descending Technique. Instead, he formed a hand seal with one hand, and instantly a red light barrier appeared over his body; he slowly walked forward, stopping again two or three meters away from the soul pattern and the lightning, squinting closely to observe.

At this close range, he could clearly see each strand of lightning entering the soul pattern, and these strands kept surging endlessly from the silver glow formed by the shattered data sphere, as if they would never cease.

This didn’t seem like mere interweaving or collision, nor simple fusion—it resembled energy infusion!

As Wang Yu realized this, his heart tightened; he muttered a few incantations, and within his pupils, two simple talisman symbols flashed and vanished—immediately, a pale yellow aura spread through the air.

He had activated the Qi Observation Technique, to see what was normally invisible.

But unfortunately, even under the Qi Observation Technique, Wang Yu detected no other unusual phenomena; he could only stand there silently watching, while quietly counting his own heartbeats.

After about fifty heartbeats, the thunderous sound around the soul pattern gradually faded, the lightning on its surface receded, and the soul pattern reappeared independently.

But this Guardian Soul Pattern was now vastly different: the original gray-white symbol, no larger than an egg, had grown a full size larger and now shimmered with a silver-white glow.

These silver-white hues were composed of countless miniature spiritual symbols forming the pattern.

These miniature symbols now flickered like countless eyes, appearing deeply eerie.

Wang Yu’s expression of astonishment had just appeared.

“Puff.”

The silver-white soul pattern suddenly blurred, then rapidly expanded before his eyes into the vague silhouette of a giant silver-white rabbit, one person’s height.

Two large paws, long ears, a fluffy face with two tiny silver eyes—its expression was one of bewildered humanity.

“The Chongyun Rabbit Spirit has been revived.”

Wang Yu was startled, instantly stepping back two paces; without hesitation, he reached into empty air, and points of crystalline light coalesced in his hand—he now held a stack of jet-black flying daggers.

Should the giant rabbit spirit make any hostile move, his second-rank flying daggers would strike instantly, piercing the spirit full of holes.

“No, no, this isn’t me!”

The silver-white rabbit silhouette raised its furry forelimbs, glanced at them, then immediately spoke in the voice of a young man—familiar, filled with shock and terror.

“Wang Tiezhu—is that you?”

Hearing the voice, Wang Yu asked with sudden realization.

“Yes, I’m not a monster—I’m Wang Tiezhu, ah…”

Upon hearing Wang Yu’s words, the giant rabbit silhouette turned toward him; as soon as it recognized Wang Yu’s face, it cried out joyfully—but immediately screamed in agony, collapsing and writhing on the ground, wracked with unbearable pain.

Wang Yu froze, wondering whether he should cast a spell to help.

The giant silver-white rabbit silhouette on the ground blurred again, its form shifting once more, its cries fading gradually until silence fell.

Wang Yu stared at the new form emerging from the giant rabbit on the ground, his mouth slightly open, his face filled with surprise.

“Big Brother Wang, what happened to me? Didn’t I remember a huge hole opening in my belly, and that I was about to vanish?”

As the screams faded, a young man slowly rose from the ground; his face bore a striking resemblance to Wang Yu’s, and he asked timidly.

The figure was unmistakably Wang Tiezhu, who had vanished from the login interface years ago—his body now a silver-white spectral form, but otherwise identical in build and appearance to his former self.

Wang Yu, by contrast, had changed subtly over the years due to his experiences and cultivation of the Xuanjia Jing and other body-refining arts.

“Wang Tiezhu—is it really you?”

Wang Yu looked at the young man and confirmed cautiously once more.

“Big Brother Wang, it’s definitely me! What just happened? How did I turn into a monster, and why did I suffer so much afterward?” Wang Tiezhu murmured, utterly bewildered, as if he remembered nothing.

Seeing this, Wang Yu took a deep breath.