But soon, the tone of the images changed.

They turned into a tragic dark red and a despondent, gloomy gray.

Gaixia.

The night wind howled, and from all directions came the mournful songs of the Chu State.

Xiang Yu sat within the main tent, stroking the mane of the Crow-Piebald Horse. Looking at the peerless beauty who had just slit her throat with a sword before him, that indomitable man let out a wail like a lone wolf weeping blood.

"My strength plucked up the mountains, my might shadowed the world; but the times are against me, and my steed gallops no more..."

"Yu, oh Yu, what shall I do for you!"

The final scene froze on the banks of the Wu River.

The surging river water rolled eastward.

Xiang Yu was covered in blood, holding a long halberd, with hundreds of thousands of Han soldiers behind him.

He looked at the elders of Jiangdong on the opposite bank and laughed toward the sky. His laughter was filled with resentment, desolation, and ultimate pride.

"Heaven wishes to destroy me, so why should I cross!"

"I, Xiang Ji, shall never live in dishonor!"

He drew his sword across his throat and committed suicide!

Fresh blood dyed the waters of the Wu River red; the curtain fell on a generation's Hegemon-King.

The moment he saw Xiang Yu fall, Zhou Huai could clearly feel that intense obsession and resentment lingering deep in his memory, so thick it could not be dispersed.

That was indignation! It was rage against the injustice of heaven and earth!

At the very instant Xiang Yu's consciousness was about to plunge into boundless darkness and completely dissipate...

The System, following the plot twist Zhou Huai had written at the end, forcibly intervened at the memory's conclusion!

Within the endless darkness and nothingness.

A golden light, ten million times more dazzling than the sun, suddenly tore through the Chaos.

Zhou Huai's lofty figure, like a creator, stepped down the stairs and walked one step at a time toward Xiang Yu's shattered Soul.

"Xiang Yu, is there resentment in your heart?" Zhou Huai's voice echoed in the memory space like the tolling of a great bell.

Xiang Yu, lying in a pool of blood, snapped his eyes open. Within those pupils burned a raging fire: "I am resentful! Heaven wants to destroy me; it is not a failure of my generalship!"

"Since Heaven wants to destroy you, then I shall grant you new life!"

Zhou Huai reached out from his superior position, his palm surging with endless Law power. "Come to my world and become the sharpest spear under my command! I will lead you to slaughter these gods and Buddhas, and this unjust will of heaven, until everything is clean!"

"Are you willing to submit?!"

The Xiang Yu in the memory looked at Zhou Huai, sensing a supreme dominance no less than his own at his Peak.

He tightly gripped the outstretched hand and knelt heavily on one knee, letting out a roar that shook the nine heavens: "General Xiang Yu is willing to go through fire and water for my Lord, and will never retreat even in death!"

"Rumble—!"

All the images shattered violently at that roar!

In reality, the underground hall of the Eternal Night Guild.

*Crack!*

A heart-palpitating, terrifying pressure exploded outward from Xiang Yu as the center, feeling almost physical!

Xiang Yu slowly opened his eyes.

He had experienced the wildness of youth, the glory of his Peak, the despair of being surrounded by Chu songs, the tragedy of his suicide at the Wu River, and finally, the fanaticism of regaining new life in the darkness!

All emotions and obsessions finally settled in those pupils into an ultimate dominance as deep as an abyss or a prison!

"Success..." Zhou Huai took a deep breath, his eyes full of wild joy.

Xiang Yu's personality had been successfully molded!

This was no longer a Puppet shell that only mechanically executed orders, but an invincible commander with complete memories and the world-shaking spirit of the Hegemon-King of Western Chu, yet possessing absolute faith in Zhou Huai!

Xiang Yu slowly raised his head, his gaze locking onto Zhou Huai sitting on the sofa.

He stood up abruptly, his twelve-foot-tall, robust body like an insurmountable black iron tower.

Then, he took a large stride and dropped to one knee with a "boom" on the floor!

"My Lord!"

Xiang Yu's voice was hoarse and powerful, carrying the weight of having crossed life and death in his memory. "General Xiang Yu has returned from the darkness! All things of the past life are like passing clouds. In this life, my life belongs to my Lord!"

"Wherever my Lord's blade points, I shall trample all obstacles! Even if it is the will of heaven, I will use this long halberd to pierce a hole in it for my Lord!"

Zhou Huai stood up, walked to Xiang Yu, and reached out to pat his shoulder, which felt like it was cast from refined steel.

"Good! Very good!"

The more Zhou Huai looked at Xiang Yu, the more interesting he found him.

Kneeling before him was no longer a Clone to be manipulated, but a living person.

The Hegemon-King of Chu, Xiang Yu, who had left a profound mark in history.

Previous Clones, no matter how strong their combat power, were only similar in form.

But now, with those memories and obsessions, he was not only similar in form but also in spirit.

The dominance radiating from the inside out was something no data or code could simulate.

*Crunch, crunch...*

The crisp sound of chewing came from the side.

Chun, who had been sitting at the dining table eating a vegetable salad, also stopped her movements.

She chewed half a leaf in her mouth, her eyes fixed intently on Xiang Yu in the center of the hall.

"Interesting..." Chun swallowed the vegetable in her mouth and pulled out a tissue to wipe her lips. "He has become different from before."

"Clearly it's still the same shell, and the power level hasn't changed at all, but why..."

Chun tilted her head slightly, searching for the right words to describe the intuitive difference.

"Why do I actually smell the intense scent of human emotions and desires from him?"

She stood up and circled Xiang Yu, clicking her tongue in wonder. "What did you just do to him? Don't tell me you can not only perform Fusion on Clones but also fabricate a complete Soul out of thin air?"

Zhou Huai leaned back on the sofa, smiling without saying a word.

The secrets of the Wisdom Core AI 2.0 naturally could not be fully disclosed.

He bypassed Chun's doubts and turned to look at the kneeling Xiang Yu, asking gently, "Xiang Yu, you have now reached the threshold of Level 70. Having just reviewed your magnificent life, what insights have you gained?"

Zhou Huai paused and asked expectantly, "Will this memory-based insight help you comprehend your own Domain?"

Hearing this, Xiang Yu's pupils flickered slightly.

He lowered his head and cupped his fists, his voice steady and respectful. "Reporting to my Lord! In my mind, countless scenes of battlefield slaughter are constantly intertwining. The blood of Julu, the fires of Pengcheng, the tragic songs of Gaixia... they are all vivid before my eyes!"

Xiang Yu raised his head, his Battle Intent high. "I sense power constantly colliding and compressing within my chest! It is a Law power that transcends my Physical Body! It's just..."

His brow furrowed slightly as he encountered an invisible, intangible barrier. "It's just that this power is still slightly lacking in maturity and has not yet completely broken out of its cocoon. I hope my Lord will grant me some time for secluded meditation!"

"No rush." Zhou Huai waved his hand, signaling him to rise. "The fact that you can touch that barrier already proves that this path is viable. Take your time to meditate; just let nature take its course."

He had used the System's Personality Editor to fabricate a virtual personality for Xiang Yu, completing his memories and obsessions.

But whether such an artificially molded Soul could truly comprehend its own unique Domain as smoothly as a naturally gifted powerhouse remained an unknown.

Everything would depend on whether the Wisdom Core AI 2.0 was powerful enough in its underlying logic Fusion.

"Yes! Thank you, my Lord!"