Inside the Cultivation Room
The atmosphere became subtle, with two figures standing opposite each other, perfectly identical in shape, features, and demeanor. The mirror-like setting was both eerie and wondrous.
"You..." Qin Tian raised an eyebrow slightly. He had absolute control over creations enhanced by the Power of the Martial Immortal, so he wasn't afraid of this "imposter." However, seeing another "himself" standing in front, not a self-created avatar, was an indescribable feeling.
At that moment, "Qin Tian" slightly moved his lips, uttering a series of obscure syllables.
It wasn't the Empire's common language, and Qin Tian couldn't understand its meaning at all. Moreover, since robots had no soul, his [Spiritual Wisdom Divine Authority] ability couldn't establish communication.
"Hold on," Qin Tian gestured, taking a palm-sized portable translator from the storage space, handing it to the other, "Ingest and assimilate this, and parse its language system."
