The very concept of life grew increasingly blurred, the line between it and death fading until it was impossible to say what state could truly be called 'living'.
'But what difference does any of this make? I am thinking, and neither life nor death can change that.'
An existence caught between the two, an electronic Ghost, an immortal Eternal Being—the Artifice Sage, Wu Chongwen—walked through the endless streams of online information.
He was thinking.
And so, he would not stop.
Just like this world that was gradually coming to a boil.
The world of the Extraordinary was just so: it surpassed the concepts of mortals, step by step, transcending ever higher.
The ancient threat had been cut off, and the cancer within civilization had been excised.
A civilization freed from all its shackles—which path it would choose at the crossroads, no one knew. No one could predict.
There was only one thing they could know for certain.
