"It’s actually kind of fresh."
Spider Xi asked curiously,
"You guys are done fighting already? Who won?"
Tie Dan said impatiently,
"Fight what fight, its real body’s in the fish eyeball, and you’re still yanking on my leg and tying up my hands—how the hell am I supposed to finish the fight?
Cut the crap. I just did a lap earlier and didn’t see a single ghost. Now this guy’s the same.
Why can’t any of us sense this General’s Primordial Spirit fluctuations? Don’t tell me there is no General at all and the crazy one is actually you?"
Spider Xi explained gently,
"That’s because you’re using your Primordial Spirit Method wrong. You’re not on the same channel as most races under the heavens. Your intensity is too strong and your spectrum too narrow. It’s like, sure, you’ve got a loud voice that can carry really far, but because the noise is too big, it drowns out the surrounding channels, so of course you can’t hear the whispers of the weak.
In fact, when dealing with you normally, we can also feel that what you’re doing is less ’communicating’ and more ’attacking.’ The moment you open your mouth it’s Primordial Spirit lock-on, like you’re about to crush the other guy’s head. You don’t stop until their mind is ground into collapse. Every Divine Thought impact is like hammer blows and axe chops. Without some mental resistance and psychological prep, just making contact would trigger a stress collapse.
Of course, we also understand, Brother Xuantian, that you don’t mean it. Your species is just born loud. Like how a giant spider can hardly notice the mites under its feet. Our Taihao Clan has racial specialization in the Primordial Spirit, that’s the only reason we can communicate with you normally. But the General doesn’t have this talent, so naturally you can’t hear his voice."
Tie Dan and Xianwei couldn’t help but exchange a glance.
"Uh, well, it’s not exactly ’unintentional’..."
"What’s a mite?"
Tie Dan cast the old man a white-eyed look, then turned to Spider Xi.
"What do I have to do to meet your General and talk to him directly?"
Spider Xi thought for a moment,
"You’ll have to close your eyes."
Tie Dan was speechless,
"Was I too loud just now or are your ears busted? I said I want to ’see’ your General!"
Spider Xi explained gently,
"We understand what you mean, that’s exactly why we suggest you close your eyes—because it’s the same logic. The information you can ’see,’ the channels you can receive, are simply too many, and you process all that information too fast and too thoroughly. You can directly see through the Rose Garden, see through the firelight reflected on the walls, observe the essence of the General’s physical body. So the channels where the General’s consciousness can exist get treated by your subconscious as noise and ghosting and filtered out.
So if you don’t want us to act as translators, if you absolutely want to meet and talk to the General directly, then it’s best not to look, not to listen, not even to think. Just go straight to dreaming, cut off as much external interference as possible, and use your heart to feel the whispers in the Void. That way you might be able to see the General."
The meat gave a little twitch and bounce.
Tie Dan hesitated for a moment and exchanged another glance with the old man.
The old man Xianwei said to the spider,
"I don’t need that. You just translate for me. Tell him the food’s too salty, add some sugar."
The meat twitched, and Spider Xi said,
"Alright, alright, no problem. The General invites you to join the legion. The legion provides meals."
The old man Xianwei was satisfied,
"That works. As long as they feed me, I’m good."
Tsk...
Spider Xi said,
"Then I’ll take Brother Xianwei to handle the paperwork now. Brother Xuantian, you can take your time communicating with the General. If you’re hungry, we’ve also prepared meat for you."
The old man Xianwei said,
"Does your General have this kind of minced meat? Give me a bit more of that."
After the two of them left, Tie Dan stood there staring at the minced meat on the seat, falling into contemplation.
If this lump of meat really was the legion’s General, that actually made sense. That would explain why the legion soldiers could only use legion tech through the meat sauce—because this lump of meat was originally the Titan’s master. But how exactly was he supposed to communicate with a pile of ground meat? Wouldn’t just swallowing it be faster...
The meat shivered.
Tie Dan glanced at the meat, thought for a moment, closed his eyes, and silently thought out each word.
I talk too loud. Now then, if you hear me, bounce twice.
The meat bounced twice.
Tie Dan flew into a rage,
"Bastard! You understand me and you still dare make fun of me! Don’t think I don’t know anything—you’ve got plenty of ways to communicate! Even if you’re just rotten meat, if you can bounce and twitch you can damn well type directly!
You’re just looking for excuses to stall, trying to use that spider’s Primordial Spirit Method to tame me! My patience has limits! If you don’t send me back to Taiji Heaven right now, believe it or not, I’ll wipe out your whole legion!"
The meat gave a shudder, and hurriedly projected a Star Map from the console, drawing a string of vortex-like golden curves straight toward Earth.
Tie Dan calmed down for the moment and recognized that the other side was using the Chaotic Star Sea’s asteroids and gravity slingshot effects, marking out a twisting, winding route.
But then the other party added all kinds of red light spheres to the Star Map. Some of the spheres were centered on meteorites in the Chaotic Star Sea, and the golden curve the meat had just drawn could just about push past those spheres.
However, most of the spheres were clustered around Jupiter and the Moon, so dense that the red spheres overlapped into two enormous balls of yarn, cutting off the golden curve.
Tie Dan naturally understood—the meat was saying that if they wanted to reach Earth, they’d definitely pass through the territory of the Three Great Sects and be blocked by those hundreds of Demon Venerable Taoist Ancestors.
Tie Dan snorted coldly, indicating he didn’t need some piece of rotten meat worrying about that. He’d just kill his way back.
The meat twitched, opened a video pop-up, one feed showing Yazi standing like armor in the universe, and the other showing four Bald Heads soaking in a Blood Pool, skull to skull, with thick cables plugged into their brain lobes, physically linked together.