Bringing The Farm To Live In Another World - Chapter 16542

Chapter 16540. An Unexpected Incident

The soul imprint is actually a very fragile energy, a very special energy. It contains all the intangible aspects of a person, such as memories and emotions. If a person loses their memories and emotions, what is left? Wild animal instincts? Perhaps.

The most important components of a person are their memories and emotions. Imagine if you lost all your memories and emotions, and someone told you you were someone else, giving you all that person’s memories—you would never have your original memories again—would you still be the same person? Memories determine a person’s self-definition, while emotions sometimes determine a person’s personality and their final choices.

Therefore, both memories and emotions are extremely important, and these are precisely what a person’s soul imprint contains. If a person’s soul imprint is damaged, they may lose their memories or emotions.

Some might say that memory and emotion should be the same; if you lose your memory, you won’t have emotions either, and if you have emotions, you’ll regain your memories. This is true; memory and emotion are indeed one. However, within the soul imprint, memory and emotion may not be one. It’s possible to lose memory but retain emotions. You might see someone and feel intense emotions towards them, but you don’t recognize them. This is different from ordinary damage, which might be physical. This kind of damage is not physical but a damage to the essence. In other words, if you lose your memory because of damage to your soul imprint, you lose it forever and can never recover it.

Those who worship the gods, upon being killed, have their soul imprints damaged. While these soul imprints return to the gods, they are mostly used as pure energy rather than reintegrated into the divine realm. This is because restoring a damaged soul imprint is extremely difficult; even the gods must expend considerable effort. It’s more cost-effective to cultivate new followers than to restore damaged soul imprints.

Therefore, those who die fighting for the gods, though their souls return, are used as pure energy and not reintegrated into the divine realm.

This is why, although the God of Creation had many followers in his divine kingdom, and their soul imprints all ended up with him after being killed by Zhao Hai and his group, he didn’t place them in his own divine kingdom. Firstly, his divine kingdom was too small to hold so many people; secondly, he wouldn’t waste energy on such individuals, as it wasn’t worthwhile.

Of course, the God of Creation could still add more people to his current divine kingdom, but he wouldn’t use the soul imprints he obtained there, because using those imprints would require first restoring the original ones, which was too inefficient.

The God of Creation wandered around the city, observing his surroundings. Various shops lined the streets, with many cultivators coming and going. He glanced around and then entered a shop called Divine Weapon Pavilion. He had heard of this shop before; it was owned by the Golden Light Buddha, and the quality of its goods was generally reliable.

The God of Creation entered the shop, and immediately a young shop assistant approached. This assistant wore ordinary monk’s robes, but his head was bald—a common sight in Buddha City. These were the local residents, followers of the Golden Light Buddha.

The assistant approached the God of Creation, bowed respectfully, and said, “Greetings, benefactor. Is there anything you need?”

The God of Creation replied, “I wish to buy some weapons to reward my followers.”

The assistant understood immediately and smiled, “Congratulations, sir! Please follow me.” He then led the God of Creation to a counter, behind which stood a personal terminal. Upon reaching the counter, the assistant said to the God of Creation, “What do you need, sir? Just tell him.” He then bowed to the God of Creation and turned to leave.

At this moment, the clerk behind the counter bowed to the God of Creation and asked, “What do you need, sir?”

The God of Creation replied, “Give me a few flying swords first.” The clerk responded, and with a flick of his hand, several flying swords appeared on the counter. These swords were all very beautiful, with various shapes, clearly not ordinary items.

However, the God of Creation knew very well that such flying swords were merely for show in the God Realm. The reason they were made so beautiful was because they were meant to be given as gifts, and swords given as gifts naturally had to be beautiful.

The God of Creation glanced at them and found that the flying swords had various attributes, which pleased him greatly. He asked, “How much?”

The clerk immediately replied, “Ten thousand spirit stones each, or items of equivalent value.”

This price was truly inexpensive; in the God Realm, such a price was already very reasonable.

The God of Creation didn’t haggle further but simply nodded and said, “Alright, I’ll take them.”

The shopkeeper smiled and said, “Alright, I’ll wrap them up for you, sir. Please pay over there.”

The God of Creation nodded, walked to the side, and directly took out spirit stones to pay. There were only seven swords in total, and he still had 70,000 spirit stones. After all, he had controlled the God of Creation Sect for so long, and getting them to offer spirit stones was quite easy for him, so he had a considerable amount of spirit stones on hand.

After paying, the God of Creation took the longswords, which the shopkeeper wrapped in a black cloth.

Leaving the Divine Weapon Pavilion, he came to a shop called Lingsu Pavilion. It was a tavern, but it only sold vegetarian dishes, without any meat.

The God of Creation came here for two reasons: first, to have a drink, as he enjoyed drinking; and second, to gather intelligence. He wanted to see if he could collect any information, because taverns were places frequented by many people, and such places often yielded special intelligence.

The tavern was large, with many square tables in the main hall. The God of Creation casually found one and sat down. A waiter, also bald, approached and bowed to the God of Creation, saying, “Esteemed guest, is there anything you need?”

The God of Creation replied, “Two small dishes and a pot of wine.” The waiter responded and immediately withdrew. The God of Creation sat there, quietly listening to the sounds around him.

In such a place, under normal circumstances, no one would deliberately try to keep things secret. Being able to come here with a few friends for a drink and a chat was a great pleasure.

The people talking were just discussing ordinary things, nothing particularly noteworthy. The God of Creation was somewhat disappointed. Just then, the food and wine were served. The God of Creation ate and drank while listening to the sounds around him.

Just as the God of Creation was about to finish his wine, one of the two people not far from him said something that made his hand, which was pouring wine, stop abruptly.

“Have you heard? Today someone in the city was asking about someone called the God of Creation. They’re offering a reward for anyone who can provide clues.”

The God of Creation froze. He hadn’t misheard; that person was indeed talking about the God of Creation. And as far as he knew, he was the only one called the God of Creation. How could his expression not change?

However, he quickly recovered. Only he, his followers, and Zhao Hai knew the name God of Creation. No one else knew. In other words, the people in the God Realm didn’t know he was called the God of Creation. In the God Realm, he always referred to himself as the God of Life and Death, so everyone else assumed he was called the God of Life and Death and never knew he was called the God of Creation.

The God of Creation regained his composure. He poured himself a glass of wine and slowly drank it, but his mind was racing. Who was looking for him? Very few people knew he was called the God of Creation. Those in the lower realm who knew his name had all vanished. And even if they did, it was impossible for the news to reach the upper realm. As for Zhao Hai, he was still hiding in the Black Sea, too afraid to come out. Apart from them, no one knew he was called the God of Creation. Who was looking for him?

The God of Creation listened to the two men as he pondered this, but they had only mentioned it casually and hadn’t discussed it further. Now they were talking about other things, and the God of Creation couldn’t help but feel disappointed. He finished his food and wine, paid the bill, and left the Lingsu Pavilion.

Normally, based on his usual practice when visiting Buddha City, he should have already left by this time. However, this time he didn’t leave but wandered around, hoping to find out who was inquiring about the God of Creation.

Since he had no idea who was inquiring about the God of Creation, he had no specific destination and could only wander aimlessly. Just then, he came across a shop called the Spirit Seed Shop. This shop sold seeds, which many people used for planting in their divine kingdoms. Planting spirit plants required seeds, and Buddha City naturally had a place to buy them.

The God of Creation didn’t plant anything, so he hadn’t gone to the Spirit Seed Shop; he was just passing by. At that moment, two cultivators came out of the Spirit Seed Shop, talking as they walked. One of them said, “We’ve inquired, and no one knows of a God of Creation. Do you think it’s because this is just a fake name he uses, and he’s not actually called the God of Creation?”

This cultivator’s words immediately caught the God of Creation’s attention; he knew he had found the person he was looking for. (End of Chapter)