Although he didn't know how he got into the state of asking his heart, Chen Yi quickly understood the situation he was in from the darkness around him—this was the path of inquiry, and the only way for the ability to build a way to use his abilities other than awakening.

Now that he has come to the Path of Inquiry, Chen Yi originally planned to emulate Shi Juexing and explore all the details of the Path of Inquiry, so that he could look at his past rationally. But after walking a few steps, I was a little dumbfounded.

There was a black rumbling all around, and I was exploring the details, it was simply catching squid in a large pool of ink on a moonless night, and I couldn't see my fingers at all.

With no reference, no direction, and no distance, Chen Yi simply wandered aimlessly and casually, and chose a direction to move forward.

To Chen Yi's surprise, although it was a little strange when he recalled it before, when he actually practiced with problems, it was a completely different feeling. In a world without sound, light, or smell, he didn't seem to feel anything wrong at all.

Chen Yi tried to put his fingers in his mouth, but he felt that his movements were a little uncoordinated, as if even the sense of touch was a little blurry, so that he couldn't put his hand in his mouth.

As for the sense of taste, there is simply none.

Chen Yi can understand the environment he is in, and the path of conscience is actually a spiritual test, and from this point of view, most of the feelings will be disturbed to a certain extent - as if it was a big dream, and no matter what the dream is, it will deviate from reality.

However, this does not mean that the path of inquiry is just a big dream, because everything he can see, what he feels, everything he experiences, although unreal, is very concrete—specific to each person's path of inquiry, which allows them to truly recall every detail.

Chen Yi is in such a wonderful state at the moment, his mind is clear, his thinking is normal, and his memory is unprecedentedly clear, and he can even remember the details of where he fell and scratched the skin when he was a child, what people were around, what material the ground was, and there seemed to be ants crawling in the crevices of the curbstones.

The only problem is that his perception seems to be disturbed in some way, he can't see, hear, smell, taste, and his sense of touch has lost its former acuity, and it can't even be described as dull.

Chen Yi walked aimlessly while taking out some math problems to make his head move. To his surprise, in this state, the math problems that gradually became unfamiliar with the past of the college entrance examination and no longer used have become the feeling of knowing it when it was the hardest time to read - even clearer than then, and some details can be calculated more clearly.

As he walked, he began to look through his memories, sorting them into categories in chronological order, like a shelf, collecting them one by one. In this state, all the feelings of anxiety and boredom disappeared, and he used unprecedented patience to sort out his memories.

It is a very cumbersome thing to include his own memories in a book, but Chen Yi is not in a hurry, he does it little by little, the human memory has a very huge capacity, so that Chen Yi's reading of his own memory at the moment is just a very small corner of the huge gallery.

After sorting out his memories, Chen Yi suddenly felt that he had benefited a lot, and some details that had been blurred or forgotten over time had once again deepened his impression, as if his whole person had been renewed.

Of course, there are also some unpleasant memories, as if they happened yesterday, Chen Yi thought about it, and once again classified the parts that made him feel uncomfortable, compiled them into a book, and put them behind the memory booklet for each year, using a black cover to remind himself that the things here are not so fun.

There are not many such memories, Chen Yi seems to have fallen into a state of absolute sanity at this moment, and he calmly calculates his memories in terms of data to measure whether the damage of a certain memory to himself will be greater than the gain when looking at the memory.

After completing these, Chen Yi once again looked through the memory booklet, extracted the different parts in it, such as knowledge-related memories, happiness-related memories, and trouble-related memories, and compiled them all into a book.

However, when Chen Yi successfully completed all this, he stood motionless in front of the frame.

"That's not right." The young man looked at the shelf area that was several times larger than the original, occupying a larger place, and the memory book that was several times thicker than the original, and suddenly said, "This is not my memory, this is just a large pile of memory residues that seem to be sorted out clearly." ”

He vigorously knocked down all the shelves, and those shelves poured out Chen Yi's memory books, and as he continued to work hard, countless books were piled together, whether they were joy, anger, joy, sorrow, glory, humiliation, all piled together, and finally under his control, they merged into a furnace.

Eventually, a huge, heavy, dictionary-like booklet appeared in the gallery, which was as tall as a floor when erected, and it was thicker than Chen Yi's height when lying down, as if it were a super thickened Simmons bed.

In this super dictionary, there is no deletion or evasion of anything, nor does it make any table of contents, Chen Yi opened one of the pages, and found that there was no content in the page, just a gray mist. As Chen Yi thinks, an image gradually appears on the page, recreating the previous experience.

Chen Yi stopped remembering, and the page returned to a chaotic gray color again. This kind of chaotic appearance without any classification is the most real original image of a person's memory.

This huge dictionary covers all Chen Yi's memories, whether it is happiness or sadness, whether it is anger or joy, nothing is worth avoiding, nothing is worth erasing, these are his memories, the happiness and troubles in the world are piled up, and finally Chen Yi is created.

This is Chen Yi himself, with all his memories, all his experiences, all his experiences, whether happy or sad, they are just a part of him.

Chen Yi suddenly felt that he had a joy from the heart, which broke through the peace in the path of inquiry, and entered his ancient spirit, making him seem to be about to shine with joy.

In fact, Chen Yi is shining!

In this gallery imagined by Chen Yi, Chen Yi's body suddenly shone brightly, illuminating everything around him, and the bright white light completely filled this empty and huge gallery.

Then, the huge dictionary that contained Chen Yi's memories also glowed, followed by the surrounding walls, floors, and ceilings, and in this imaginary gallery, countless lights enveloped everything, and finally turned into a white light, and then disappeared into Chen Yi's mind.

Chen Yi opened his eyes, it was still pitch black around him, he reached out and touched his cheek, the touch was blurry and illusory. He walked forward, continuing his path of inquiry, until he once again touched an electron moving back and forth in the void.

The feeling was indescribable, and Chen Yi didn't know if it was his sense of touch that played a role, or if the charge in the electrons had baptized his soul. Chen Yi only knew that he seemed to have been touched by something, and then a completely different feeling appeared from when he walked the path of inquiry before, letting him know that he seemed to have encountered an electron.

This time, he didn't rush to search everything around him with the electron, but simply stuffed this negatively charged, football-like huge electron into his arms, and then continued to move forward.

After an unknown amount of time, another electron touched him from the darkness, and he once again grabbed the charged soccer ball from the pitch black and continued to sneak.

One after another, one after another.

Chen Yi couldn't remember how many electrons he had collected in total, he only knew that there seemed to be an endless big bag in his arms, and no matter how many he stuffed into it, he couldn't feel any changes.

The other electrons seemed to be becoming more and more difficult to catch, and the nearest one of the electrons collided with him, but in the next moment it bounced out at a surprising speed, as if two magnets were repelling each other.

He seems to have collected enough electrons. Chen Yi thought about it as he made a jumping motion. In this dark spiritual world, jumping does not allow him to fly, but every moment he jumps, it means that he has given up control of himself, allowing the omnipresent gravitational force to determine where he falls.

Eventually, his vague sense of touch told him that he seemed to have touched something else, a huge, planet-like behemoth.

A nucleus, perhaps part of a nucleus, but whatever it is, it's definitely not an electron.

Chen Yi released all the electrons in his arms, and the electrons that lost their speed were attracted by the huge planet and adhered to the surface of the planet.

It was still pitch black all around, and Chen Yi was not in a hurry, but walked forward again, taking steps to find other electrons.

Although he didn't know how many electrons he was looking for, or how many nuclei he needed to come into contact with, Chen Yi felt that he could do it—in this state, he had absolute patience.

: In this chapter, in fact, the core is the perception of memory, which makes me very happy to be able to say it

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