Gao Xin also doesn't know if awakening an AI system will help his resurrection.
But he knows that if he doesn't do anything, he's very likely to die in three days.
Now, whatever can be done, he will do it, expanding his operational space as much as possible. Maybe he'll find other methods for bodily resurrection.
If this doesn't work, he'll look for a way from Feng Wuji.
"Hiss... I can feel it..."
Gao Xin doesn't know how long he's adapted until a massive flood of data memory gushes out like an overflow.
Headache, a severe headache strikes, even though Gao Xin currently has no head.
But his virtual brain simulates this anguish, like someone chiseling on his skull.
He can sense something growing in his brain.
"Where are the people? Where are the buildings?"
All the light Gao Xin can perceive is twisting, like writhing snakes.
The world he sees is changing, and the style is transforming into pure data streams, extremely distorted.
