Chapter 343: Chapter 343
343: Chapter 123 Conditions to Become Xiang Shan 343: Chapter 123 Conditions to Become Xiang Shan Xiang Shan had a moment of enlightenment.
This was the landscape of the Eighth Martial God’s mind.
Those “memories” were crucial in forming the personality of “Xiang Shan,” at least in shaping the Martial Ancestor during the Sublimation War era.
It was because of these past accumulations that Xiang Shan was able to become the Martial Ancestor Xiang Shan.
This journey of memory retracing was not in chronological order, nor was it logical.
Instead, it followed the order of Xiang Shan’s thoughts.
Xiang Shan recalled the conversation from 30 years ago when Jing Hongtu persuaded him to become the project leader for the Rama Project, and this conversation extended to his visit to Jing Hongtu in the 1940s.
Then, he pondered “the opportunity of my visit.”
In 1943, Xiang Shan’s mother died of some genetic disease.
His father had died of liver disease even earlier.
Thus, in 1944, he did not return home for Chinese New Year’s Eve—after Zhu Xinyu returned to her hometown, the house was empty.
Later, he visited Jing Hongtu due to overwhelming psychological pressure, hoping to talk to the elder.
In between, there might have been something else…
Although it was only a bit, he felt a trace of dissonance.
Xiang Shan traveled through his own past. Thɪs chapter is updated by NoveI★Fire.net
“Abyss” collapsed into a “black hole.” Then the “black hole” exploded.
Sound, imagery, touch, smell…
Massive “memories” fell like waterfalls, surged like fountains.
Xiang Shan continuously experienced the “past.”
He realized, this was “Xiang Shan.”
To say these memories “cannot be taken by anyone” was a bit strange, because it was Yawgmoth, the father of all machinery, who took the memory storage device of the Martial Ancestor, leading to the existence of the Martial God.
To call it “unique” was even less appropriate.
This product had already been copied twice.
But indeed, it was “the reason why Xiang Shan is Xiang Shan,” the “uniqueness” of the individual Xiang Shan.
Having experienced such times, such history, so the nameless ones became the “Ancestor of the Martial Path,” “those who changed the world.”
Of course, in other words—if anyone experienced these, then anyone could be “Xiang Shan.”
Gained family love, lost family love.
Gained friendship, lost friendship.
Obsessed with perfection, let go of obsession.
Created faith for himself, then transcended faith.
Once abandoned the worldly pleasures, pondering alone in the laboratory.
The lost memories were replenished.
Xiang Shan’s spirit gradually became complete.
Therefore, Xiang Shan became strong.
Then, Xiang Shan landed smoothly.
He returned to the embrace of an arm.
The young mother held him, pausing with each word as she read from a sign beside the road, “I·for·everyone·everyone·for·me…
He saw himself playing with children’s math puzzle toys.
He saw himself in 2013, holding a rocket model excitedly watching an astronaut’s live lesson.
He saw himself flipping through an elementary school morality textbook.
This was Xiang Shan’s origin.
“‘I for everyone, everyone for me’…
‘Delight in helping others’…
This was the foundation of memory.
The ideals Xiang Shan practiced all his life started here.
Then, he saw something that shouldn’t be here.
It was a little girl, only two or three years old.
She was being held by her father, and the two of them were watching a children’s program on the computer together.
A giant of light descended from the sky, defeating the monstrous beast.
The little girl, excited, grabbed her dad’s neck to imitate.
The father laughed as he pretended to be knocked down.
This was not Xiang Shan’s memory.
“Her favorite children’s program…” Xiang Shan looked at a corner of memory.
He realized something was amiss.
Among the many memories just now, a considerable number of them were misplaced.
The main perspective of those memories was not “Xiang Shan,” but “Zhu Xinyu, who was with Xiang Shan.”
The “Memory Labyrinth of the Martial Ancestor” was created by Yawgmoth uploading the captured memories of Xiang Shan, and then countless others added their own “memories spent with Xiang Shan” as data to complete this historical figure.
Limited by technical conditions, occasionally unexpected content would flow in.
The Martial God often only accessed a part of the Martial Ancestor’s memories—because the memories uploaded by later people far exceeded those actually possessed by Xiang Shan.
Every event experienced by Xiang Shan had multiple perspectives of memories.
And what the Eighth Martial God received, were Zhu Xinyu’s memories.
He was Xiang Shan, but also “Xiang Shan through the eyes of Zhu Xinyu.”
Perhaps, the impurities in this memory endowed the Eighth Martial God with a completely different perspective, paving her future path in Inner Strength.
Or perhaps, the fact that the little girl who became the Eighth Martial God could inherit this memory indicates that her brain structure is similar to Zhu Xinyu’s—she herself is a one-in-a-million talent in Inner Strength.
The moment Xiang Shan realized this, he saw a third person here.
A little girl with dark skin.
“I want to be a hero.” The girl smiled brilliantly, “I want to dispel darkness and gain light.”
“I want to make everyone happy.”
Xiang Shan knelt before her.
“I’m sorry,” Xiang Shan said, “I was the narrow-minded one.
“Then, thank you for reigniting me…
Thank you for allowing me to continue in this era.”
The girl smiled more brightly, “I am a great hero too, right?”
“Thank you for giving the loser a chance to stand up again.”
The little girl looked at him, uttering the exact same words, “Thank you for giving the loser a chance to stand up again.”
Xiang Shan hugged the girl.
Then, he plunged into a brand-new memory.
It was now the girl’s turn to open her eyes.
“So that’s the setting,” said Xiang Shan to himself.
Under Wang Yi Emery, a volunteer of the Hospital Knight Order, an orphan adopted by Doctor Hu, and also his “long-term patient” and occasional assistant.
It was indeed an accident, as certain as certain can be.
Initially, it was just an internet device she had got from Doctor Hu.
Then, in a deserted corner of the internet, she found a mysterious address.
She connected, she read.
Really, it was just a little bit,
the “happiness” that once existed in the Old Era, transgressing the mazes of history, fell into her soul.
But it wasn’t something unattainable.
It was something that had existed.
—The current world was the one that was unreasonable.
The moment this thought appeared, she began craving evidence.
She searched this memory section, wanting to find something that could support this idea.
Then, she grew determined.
She relinquished her self.
Then, over a hundred years ago, the most vicious thug was reborn.
The fierce Righteous Person was conscious of himself.
He realized that a significant portion of the “other perspectives” in his memory,
and these perspectives with their special format data, provided him with Zhu Xinyu’s thoughts, Zhu Xinyu’s way of thinking, Zhu Xinyu’s perspective on the world.
The individual who would later become the Eighth Martial God realized this.
This body might possess a talent for Inner Strength greater than the “Martial Ancestor Xiang Shan.”
He made a bold decision.
Xiang Shan, who had once raised the banner of revolt powerfully and sacrificed himself seven times,
while “Turing” continued to support the Jianghu.
Maybe he could try a different path—he might attempt to gather strength in the darkness.
Of course, initially, he definitely couldn’t just set out directly.
This person chose the way, joining the Martial Arts School.
There, she met a kind-hearted old man named Zheng Lunnao.
Under Zheng Lunnao’s guidance, she regained “Martial Ancestor Xiang Shan’s Martial Arts” — Mech Armor Iron Fist.
This was one of the Martial Arts that best aligned with Xiang Shan’s own philosophy.
Xiang Shan relearned it, and with a high and far-reaching understanding, he quickly stood out among the numerous disciples.
Then came the limited competitions.
Xiang Shan was surprised to see Doctor Hu among the crowd cheering on the sidelines,
this made him quite happy.
Perhaps influenced by the girl’s lingering thoughts, Doctor Hu seemed a respectable “elder” to Xiang Shan — he could view Doctor Hu as a fatherly figure.
Doctor Hu seemed genuinely happy for Xiang Shan’s Martial Arts competition.
However, Xiang Shan also knew that Martial Arts competitions were only temporary.
He just needed to acquire enough resources to fully cyberize and gain savings to support advanced internet browsing.
He wouldn’t become a Paralympic champion as Doctor Hu hoped, helping other orphans occasionally.
During the competition, he made long-term plans.
Xiang Shan used internet meditation to strengthen his Internal Strength Cultivation.
Using his identity as a “volunteer,” he entered hospitals of Doctor Hu’s colleagues multiple times, stealing yeast and virus toolkits — convenient tools for genetic modification.
He produced Restoring Enzymes himself and then gradually accumulated resources.
The most perilous time was when he ventured out of this city, entering Earth’s internet.
His will had to shuttle between satellites.
And King Aqini — that Hartman’s will roamed here, too.
The Moon was King Aqini’s fiefdom.
Legend has it, the sole wish of the God of Fire was to forever watch over humanity’s hometown, to forever defend humanity’s origin.
For a Hero, Earth was one of the most hostile places in the entire Solar System.
The only consolation was that King Aqini was busy.
There were too many Heroes he needed to kill.
Xiang Shan operated between networks.
He gradually bolstered his Inner Strength.
When he reached a bottleneck, he began stealing technical data of relevant Scientific Knight Orders, perfecting his understanding of the “brain” and “consciousness,” learning the latest findings in cognitive science.
Of course, this included Wang Yi Emery’s Hospital Knight Order.
Initially, Xiang Shan hadn’t paid much attention to this.
But when his tentacles reached beyond the Earth’s internet…
He seized the moment when Earth and Mars were closest, stealing technical data from the Araya Knight Order of Mars.
He studied the technology related to the Personality Mask.
Then, he realized a terrifying possibility.