Birth of the Demonic Sword Chapter 1956 1956. Plan

Chapter 1956 1956. Plan

Divine Demon's copy almost ravaged its figure. It tore its chest open and studied its insides while gales flowed inside its broken body to help with the process.
The old cultivator in the distance didn't know what to do. He had sensors showing him data that he couldn't read properly. Heaven and Earth had literally made those functions to prevent similar situations, but everything appeared pointless in front of the influence of the favored son of the "Breath".
The chaotic laws stopped abiding by their programming to help Divine Demon's copy. That energy was the product of Heaven and Earth's second form, but that didn't seem to matter. Every fuel in the world belonged to its peculiar existence in case of need.
The influence of Divine Demon's copy went past the powerful ancient inscription methods used by Heaven and Earth to program the world. It appealed to something that went deeper than formations or hidden meaning. It was as if every energy in the world was born to serve it.
"Where is it?" Divine Demon's copy asked as annoyance seeped in his tone. "Where did you put it?"
The old cultivator had no words. He couldn't answer truthfully when the copy was in that state. He had to stall until the restriction finally calmed it down. Still, he didn't know whether he would have enough time for that. Nothing was working on his side, and Heaven and Earth were mostly dormant. They couldn't do much in that situation.
The truth about the matter could turn Divine Demon's copy berserk. That white existence was probably searching for the core that its current form lacked. Yet, that part of its law didn't exist in the world anymore. It had disappeared when the original died. Heaven and Earth would have already retrieved if they could.
Divine Demon's copy was ravaging its body attracted by a faint resemblance. The energy gathered by the chaotic laws was pushing its current existence closer to the original, but two different beings could never create an identical true meaning. The rulers knew that far too well, which was the very reason behind their initial invitation.
Only a complete acceptance on Divine Demon's side to surrender his law would have preserved it in its entirety. The expert had even gone all-out with his last attack, so a lot of his original true meaning had disappeared. A lot of the current state of the copy's world was only a reproduction of what Heaven and Earth had memorized.
Divine Demon's copy had uncovered the entirety of its torso, but no organs appeared in the open. Its insides were a mass of whiteness with different textures. It was nothing more than a puppet created to replicate its old self, and the red shades coming out of its eyes had slowly started to realize it.
Initially, that realization was only a mere doubt, but the torrents of energy flowing inside its figure continued to enhance its functions, which eventually led to a conclusion. Divine Demon's copy learnt to be a mere replica of a law that the world didn't recall.
Everything stopped at that point. The conclusion left the copy speechless and devoid of any desire. It had to acknowledge to remain incomplete to find the will to move on, but it couldn't consider that life. No one at its level could.
Divine Demon's copy turned toward the old cultivator as anger gathered in its red eyes. It couldn't find itself, but it could vent as long as it felt those burning feelings. It had a proper target in its reach even, and its hand quickly rose to point at the bald expert.
Chaotic laws flowed toward its hand as soon as they felt its intentions. The copy amassed power to prepare a spell that could take out its opponent in a single blow, but confusion appeared on its face when it noticed that the gales weren't taking the intended shape.
Divine Demon's copy rotated his hand to study those chaotic laws, and they transformed into a cup full of wine as soon as its palm aimed at the sky. Its eyes sharpened when it inspected that familiar item and sniffed the booze that it contained. The world was telling it something. It was showing a path.
"I see," Divine Demon's copy eventually exclaimed as understanding dawned upon its mind. "The world doesn't know. Heaven and Earth don't know either, and my existence is mostly fake. Yet, I remain the closest thing to the original, so I can naturally tend toward that state."
The old cultivator had feared for his life before, but that announcement made him snap back to reality. He had to stop what was happening since the process could completely destroy that existence.
The expert had no power over Divine Demon's copy, but he had a weapon. He had the truth, which he didn't hesitate to announce now that the situation had become too problematic. "You can't recreate yourself. Your old existence dispersed. It's gone forever. You can only accept to remain a replica!"
"I think that the old me would have had something cool to say now," Divine Demon's copy snorted before spreading its arms and calling upon all the energy that its influence could gather.
Gales made of chaotic laws stormed the area and fused with the white figure, transforming into a massive hurricane that enhanced its influence and allowed it to reach distant locations. The calamity grew as more winds gathered inside it, and the old cultivator found himself unable to keep his eyes open once everything became too violent.
Everything lacked order, but Divine Demon's copy had a plan. It was vague and far from perfect, but it was a proper tactic that could allow it to retrieve its existence.
Its current power came from a world built on top of understanding that Heaven and Earth had copied and replicated after millennia of study. The rulers had never managed to grasp what Divine Demon would have become in the ninth rank. In theory, a true rank 9 version of the expert's existence had never appeared in the world.
Divine Demon's copy couldn't change its current world to obtain the true rank 9 version. However, it could force itself to regress in the eighth rank, create an almost identical replica of its previous law, and approach a proper breakthrough.
The creation of the world could theoretically fill the gaps that Heaven and Earth had been unable to copy since its existence would naturally tend toward its intended state. The problems that the procedure could cause were countless, but Divine Demon's replica planned to compensate for everything with the help of the Immortal Lands.
"I'm coming to get you!" Divine Demon's copy shouted, and the massive hurricane echoed its words before expanding even more.
The calamity became so violent that the old cultivator had to retract his consciousness to keep it safe inside his mind. The gales had become too dense and fast. Even his incredible cultivation level couldn't allow him to observe that procedure properly.
The world was raging to announce its support to its favored son. The storms were willing to forsake everything just to give the copy a chance to retrieve its true self, and everything eventually started to shatter. Laws didn't matter anymore in front of powers that could touch Heaven and Earth.
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Author's notes: I guess same time for the third.