Into the Immortal Cultivation - Chapter 2138

[Chapter 151: The Flower in a Dream·Senior Brother Mi]

When Wang Qi repaired Zaotian City, he not only regenerated the map, but also refreshed the resources here.

As a result, the residents of Zaotian City were pleasantly surprised to find that all the warehouses were full and the food inside was completely fresh.

Perhaps mortals don’t know what it means for the tide to end so soon because most of them haven’t experienced the last one. But they know what resources mean.

Big cheers filled the city. People sang, danced, and tossed in the streets.

And this time, even the usual high-ranking true cultivator joined the ranks of the carnival.

Because they know what miracles they have witnessed.

This is the power of Shangdong Zhenxian!

After the battle with the magic tide, the city lord of Zaotian City invited Wang Qi to the city lord’s mansion again.

This time, he put on the biggest banquet. Almost everyone with status came. No matter what kind of master he is, in front of Wang Qi, he is as humble as a servant.

In this way, Guo Zhengyan still felt uneasy. He felt that such specifications were not suitable for Shangdong Zhenxian.

Especially this Immortal Shangdong, who just saved the entire Zaotian City.

But for Wang Qi, this is really just a process of writing code. He didn’t make much effort.

At this time, Wang Qi was still thinking about another thing.

When he observed the dead monk, he found that when the monk entered another picture, something was stripped from the data entity.

“If you die here, the soul will become a tonic? Impossible. As a strong man of the past and the future, it is trivial to drain the soul of a planet in one bite. If she really wants this kind of ‘supplement’, then it is not at all. There is no need to use this method to obtain it.”

“The reasonable explanation that I want to get is…will I lose my memory after reincarnation?”

“By the way, what determines the ‘cultivation’ of this world? Is it a function of the outer layer? Or a data entity of the inner layer?”

Wang Qi felt a little puzzled about this last question.

In the documents recorded in the Sutra Pavilion, there are both types of practice.

The Lord of Relief not only provides those who strengthen the “data entity”, that is, the idea of the player’s soul, but also provides methods for interfering with the data layer.

There are many practices that appear to be the same as those outside, but in essence, they are a mixture of these two practices.

There is no psychic physical reality in this world, only simulated perception.

Even mana is virtual.

Therefore, Guo Zilei was so surprised when he saw Wang Qi use ordinary spells to deal with real demons at first.

But from this perspective, the purpose of saving the Lord is somewhat unclear.

If you want to cultivate masters through successive battles, you should not delete your memory.

And if you want to study the technology of programming, you should not delete the memory.

You know, a seasoned researcher is much easier to use than a novice.

“So, what is she going to do?”

“Senior? Senior?” The voice interrupted Wang Qi’s thinking. Wang Qi came back to his senses and found that the city owner Guo Zhengyan was standing in front of him, with a worried look on his face: “But senior thinks the hospitality is not good?”

Wang Qi waved his hand: “This old man is a savage in a mountain village, and he can’t stand these arrogant things. It’s good intentions to lead. It’s good for you to retire.”

Seeing that “senior” likes quietness, no one dares to stay. The crowd came out.

At this time, Guo Zhengyan finally left. He was a little embarrassed and asked, “Dare to ask the seniors, dog…”

Wang Qi waved his hand and started a live broadcast.

In the picture, Guo Zilei is crying hard while reading hard.

“Well, the old man is urging him to read.” Wang Qi said, “When he finishes reading those books and comes out, he will be able to inherit the magic of the old man.”

Guo Zhengyan was shocked. He almost knelt down and said to Wang Qi, “Senior…this…this…”

Wang Qi frowned: “I feel bad? Want me to return my son to you?”

This is not impossible. Cultivating Guo Zilei is just a step of idle chess. Without Guo Zilei, there were also people like Guo Zisen and Guo Ziyan.

“How dare you!” Guo Zhengyan was shocked: “Senior, this kind of re-creation, I…I…I dare to let Zi Lei’s evil barrier commit the big crime of deceiving his master and destroying his ancestors!”

Wang Qi nodded. Seeing Guo Zhengyan’s tears, he said, “Don’t worry, what this old man taught your son is true knowledge. Don’t kneel all the time. I don’t like to kneel and kneel.”

Guo Zhengyan got up and said But I can’t stop thanking. He rambled about some stories. For example, his wife died in childbirth, and he was a father who didn’t continue the string, but he accidentally spoiled his son, and he couldn’t beat him later, so on and so forth.

A story of a poor father and an equally poor son.

Wang Qi is also not very interested in this kind of story.

However, he had finished listening.

After the whole city was quiet, Wang Qi also began to practice.

He had felt before that there was something wonderful about the idea of relieving the Lord of God. In this regard, he is not an expert, so he does not dare to assert that there is no back door or trap to relieve the Lord.

But at this stage, it does work.

At present, Wang Qi is making a new attempt.

He wants to “wake up”.

In this illusion, time does not necessarily have meaning, and space has no meaning at all. He didn’t know how many days had passed outside. But if he returns to the physical body, he can still have some certainty.

According to the view, he kept shrinking his spiritual consciousness.

From “observing yourself through the virtual body composed of functions”, to “shrinking into the function layer and observing the function layer that constitutes the virtual body”.

In this fantasy, almost no one can do this.

Then, these things gradually receded.

It stands to reason that he should have gotten rid of the perception given to him by the illusion. At this time, he should be able to feel the original perception of his body.

The electric surge between the nerves, the yin and yang changes of the soul, the activity of the primordial spirit, the flow of mana…

However, none of these sensations are present.

At the beginning, he suspected that he could not get a home through cultivation.

However, theoretically speaking, since he has escaped the illusion, he should be able to “wake up”.

But he didn’t feel that way at all.

Could it be said that there is really a problem with thinking?

Such a thought flashed through Wang Qi’s mind.

Maybe he didn’t jump out of the illusion, but this idea, combined with his own subjective feelings, was that he thought he had jumped out of the illusion.

But…

this kind of issue involving “self-referral” really cannot be judged within the system.

No, no, there is another possibility.

In addition to this unprovable and unfalsifiable possibility, there is another possibility.

In other words…

“I have no physical body.”

In the darkness of the self-proclaimed Wu Ting, Wang Qi judged so calmly.

“I’m not the ontology. No, I’m not a clone lower than the ontology consciousness.”

Within the remaining memories, there are actually suitable words to describe this state.

“Now I’m… ‘Senior Brother Mi’?”

Wang Qi thought this statement was strange.

However, after realizing this, his mind changed.

Of course it’s not a divine plague spell. The current “this” Wang Qi doesn’t remember such things as divine plague spells.

In fact, even if he remembered, he would never use it.

The God of Relief is not a sea god like Sister Mi who has zero resistance to divine plague spells. Since the sea gods themselves can change their personalities, Sister Mi has no natural resistance to divine plague spells. But the Lord of Relief is a strong man who combines the past and the future.

According to “this” Wang Qi can’t remember what he wanted to do, a strong person in this realm can use a reverse-chronological character to break down the magic spell, which must be cycled along the sequence.

The divine plague spell cannot deal with the relief god master.

“Oh, what the hell am I thinking! Even if I’m Senior Mi, I’m still a good Senior Mi!” Wang Qi said: “I didn’t know how, but I did something too much to Senior Mi… …Well, but it should be ineffective against the God of Relief.”

“That is to say, I actually strayed into the illusion of the God of Relief.”

“Probably… when I passed through the Astral Aura? The Astral Qi of the God of Relief was really real. Is it an illusion attribute?”

However, there is no answer to this.

But since there is such a possibility, Wang Qi’s thinking in the future will have to change slightly.

Whether it is possessing a machine or taking a house, this memory must be integrated into one’s whole body.

The information here is too important.

The first task now is to leave.

Of course, at this stage, we still use the magic tide to gain reputation, fight for a chance to meet the Ninety-Eight Monarchs, and then hijack them to go to reality.

“Ninety-eight kings can’t work, just seven emperors!”

“You must leave!”

When Wang Qi was thinking like this, he was also trying to unravel the function layer overlaid on his “data body”.

He is trying to spread his data body in this “network fantasy”.

He can do it. After breaking away from the personal barriers, his characteristics of the sea god class were further highlighted.

Fortunately, no one dared to disturb Wang Qi’s cultivation at this time.

Otherwise, the monks in Zaotian City will definitely see a shocking scene.

The figure of Shangdong Zhenxian, who had just saved their city, actually began to twist and was not affected by gravity.

He is breaking away from this simulated physical environment.

But in the end, Wang Qi returned to normal.

The God of Relief may not understand mathematics. However, she will know beforehand.

The function layer she wrote is full of all kinds of whimsy. In Wang Qi’s view, many of them belong to the unexpected and unattainable inspirations.

But here, everywhere.

He sighed: “Well, I have to admit that the integration of the past and the future is indeed of great help to scientific research.”

[End of this Chapter]