Then he realized... Just surviving a round of Dissociation Technique was hard enough, let alone achieving 'perfection.'
The fast forward and rewind buttons were almost worn out, and he hadn't even constructed the framework of the Saint's shadow!
And then, immersed in his work...
Snap!
Everything rewound, back to the starting point.
Ji Jue raised his head in a daze: "What happened?"
"Hm, let me take a look..."
The examiner's sardonic voice rang out again: "You died of old age.
Counting the time, a hundred and ten years, quite a long life.
Your life was one of arrogance and aimless pursuit, a life of no value, a life that brought tears to the embers.
You poured your limited abilities into mimicking the almost infinite power of the Saints. Though you made some progress, unfortunately, you achieved no results."
He said: "My suggestion is, start over."
Ji Jue glared angrily.
Damn it, you—
But he still had a shred of sanity left, so he didn't curse out loud.
