Mo Qian had a detailed understanding of this world, and he found that the cultivation methods here were useless to him.

After a closer look, he realized that the magic here was nonsense to reality.

If you think about it, even the skills of the game characters can be realized, so the theoretical basis of magic here is naturally as illusory as a game for reality.

Perhaps the only thing that is meaningful in reality is their art.

However, once he understood the history of the development of civilization in general, he found that many places did not conform to the laws of social development at all.

For example, in the framework of civilization, it is quite rough, this continent is full of city-states, the nations form scattered alliances, and there are barbarians in the north.

Not to mention the language, the central countries are all Chinese, and the northern barbarians are some languages with completely unknown meanings.

And the text has not changed for 10,000 years, which is simply incredible.

You must know that on the earth, in just a few thousand years, language and writing have changed I don't know how many times.

Not to mention the class, other places don't know, but just looking at the current kingdom, its class division has been solidified for nearly 10,000 years.

Even if there is a change of dynasty, the class itself has not changed.

In addition, there is the production structure, the military system, the official system, and the commercial and agricultural chains, all of which have only undergone a metamorphosis once 10,000 years ago, and have continued to this day.

What's even more unbelievable is that their magical civilization is not only not progressing anymore, but is constantly declining.

It's okay if science and technology don't progress, after all, this is a magical world, but as the core competitiveness, the magic system of the primary productive force is actually regressing.

Their ancestors were extremely powerful, and opened up the living space of today's human beings in the world of fierce beasts, and after 10,000 years, the descendants only opened up less than what they wanted, and then in the last thousand years, there was no survival at all.

In ancient times, there were many powerful people, and magic was extremely prosperous. And now, although the status of the magic system has never wavered, a large number of spells have been lost, and the strong are fewer and fewer from generation to generation, and almost everyone is remembering the glory of the ancients, chanting the good of the ancients, and being inferior to their ancestors.

The once brilliant spell-casting techniques, the abundant cultivation methods, a large number of them were lost, some of them completely disappeared, and some were buried in unknown corners.

Once someone finds the ancient cultural and technological relics, it will immediately bring a burst of bloody rain and stir up waves.

Those who can benefit from it can often become a leader for a while, and even stand at the peak of the times.

Today's Sanctuary is only a handful, but all of them have ancient inheritances, or ancient remnants.

And they hold the remnants of the ancients, but it is precisely the reason why they stand at the pinnacle, and the root of their admiration.

In this regard, Sean even said in an extremely envious tone: "The Sage has mastered the cultivation method thousands of years ago, or even earlier, and it is extremely powerful. ”

When Mo Qian heard this, he felt how sad it was.

The strongest magic is ancient magic, the strongest technology, the ancestral secret art, the strongest inheritance, the remnants of 10,000 years ago, and the strongest treasure is the ancient artifact.

Some remnants of ancient times can still stand at the top in this era and become the secret treasure of the town, inspiring countless people to seek and compete, and lead to the foundation of their rise.

This is the sorrow of the whole civilization, and the sorrow of the ancestors who created those technologies.

The offspring they have tried so hard to shelter are not as good as the next.

Isn't it possible to re-study it after it has been lost for so long? Is it true that after 10,000 years, there is no better technology to replace it?

Loss is not a reason for the regression of civilization, some cultural loss is just that, as the core of civilization, how can magic technology decline?

Just like on Earth, technology is lost more because it loses its competitiveness and is eliminated by progressive societies.

There will always be something better, there will always be a new era coming, and the decline of one productive force will inevitably symbolize the rise of another.

If there's something to replace magic, it's gone.

However, for 10,000 years, the status of magic has never wavered, it has been the foundation of this civilization, and it has always been the most competitive system.

In this case, why did it decline? Is it possible that the minds of people in this world are imprisoned? Has the imagination been emasculated?

No, Mo Qian made in-depth contact with these people and listened carefully to some things.

It is found that in the small pattern, the people here have a fairly high sense of initiative, the people here have very rich feelings, and the IQ is also normal.

The details of civilization are extremely exciting, everyone has their rich life and feelings, and the story of just a small town can be endless.

This kind of richness at the bottom, roughness in the general direction, wonderful details in the microscopic, and unnaturalness in the macrocosm make Mo Qian feel extremely disobedient.

Mo Qian deeply felt that the whole world view seemed to be strictly set, like a big hand, suppressing the world pattern.

In this regard, the people here are unaware of this, but feel that everything is good in ancient times, and regard the more ancient it is, the stronger it is, and enshrine it as the truth.

It's as if this is a low-dimensional world of a novel with an unknown name, the general direction has been completely fixed, the pattern has been written in general terms, and only countless places that have not been described and mentioned have been completed under the derivation of the real world, full of natural wonder.

"Is that so?"

"What about the realistic world?

It's too much like a world of novels, and Mo Qian reads some novels and quickly accepts this idea.

Immediately, he tried to imagine some urban fiction world with his trumpet, and then rubbed the hearthstone. However, the game pops up directly, and the character data is lost.

He built more than a dozen trumpets in a row, all of which were like this, and finally he found that as long as it was the earth, it would not work.

"Why? Only non-terrestrial fantasy worlds can make it possible for game characters to exist?"

"Why, is the earth very special? If there is an earth, it must be high-dimensional?"

After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't think of a reason for Mo Poor, and returned to that world.

Although this world is suppressed, although this world is very low-level, the people here are rich in emotions and have normal intelligence.

The world is useless, but people are.

Maybe it could be reborn by constantly filling the world with real matter, but the people here are too weak, and this is a long-term project.

In the short term, it makes more sense to bring people out here.

When they go to Earth, even if they can only stay in the data carrier, it is still an artificial intelligence.

If they exist in game servers, computer systems, and mobile phone systems, then they will not become residents of the online world, a low-dimensional intelligent race.

"Sean, do you want to be stronger?" said Murphy.

Sean was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly lay at the feet of the Holy Priest and said, "I am willing to follow you!"

"You'd better think clearly, once you follow me, your life and death are in my hands, and you can't follow me, you are only following my incarnation. Mo Qian said.

"Incarnation?" Sean and his wife were stunned, the Holy Priest in front of them was already incredibly strong, what was that sense?

As he spoke, Mo Qian pulled the Holy Priest back and cut the full-level mage over.

Sean saw that the Holy Priest disappeared in front of him, and after a while, a mysterious human mage appeared.

"I'm going to take you out of this world, and now is the only chance you have to refuse. Mo Qian reminded again.

"Leaving this world?" Sean's eyes widened, and he looked at his wife and said, "Can I still come back?"

"Yes, I'll arrange it. Mo Qian said.

"Then I'll go!" Sean said with a deep breath.

Mo Qian silently rubbed the portal, and after saying goodbye to his wife, Sean stepped inside.

With the portal, it doesn't matter where the landing point is, anyway, it's the ink poor.

The first stop, not any games, but a folder on this computer called Edge of Reality.

When he reached the folder, he saw an incomparably agile villain staying in the folder, looking around in astonishment, it was Sean.

He looked at it for a moment, tentatively came to the border of the folder, and then ...... Jumped out.

Its expressions are vivid, its movements are natural, and its materials are life-like.

Mo Qian pressed the keyboard and immediately cut the minimized Warcraft game interface out and made it full-screen.

This move seemed to greatly alarm Sean, who saw him rush out directly from the back of the game interface, come to the front of the game interface, and then stand there looking at his home in the game screen.

At home, the mage was still there, and his wife was beside him.

He shouted at the frame, but Madame was unaware of it, and it seemed to be just a projection in front of her.

Mo Qian cut off the picture again, returned to the desktop, and then opened a text and typed: "Can you see the world, is there any exit?"

"No...... Where is this?" Sean was a little devastated, huddled in the corner of the table, for whom the whole space was closed.

The space seemed to be airless and lifeless, but he wasn't going to die.

Jumping from the folder to the desktop, and then to the picture of his own home, the whole feeling is full of absurdity and bizarreness, as if he is in the pocket of a god.

Only when Mo Qian presents that projection can he see his home, otherwise, if he turns off the projection, then he can only see a strange border floating in mid-air, and behind it is a blue sky and white cloud prairie.

The prairie is but a shadow of the world, which may be covered by something at any time.

This strange perspective made him difficult to accept, and he felt fear from the bottom of his heart, and the incomprehensible depression drove him crazy.

"Let me go back! please!" Sean cried, as if he was really about to break down.

Mo Qian frowned, was the world he saw weird, or could he not accept this two-dimensional sense?

Seeing him curled up and motionless, Mo Qian moved the mouse over and grabbed Sean with a drag.

It was as if Sean had been pulled by some kind of force majeure, floating on the desktop, as if it was a dragged piece of software as the mouse slided.

But he is a living person, while being dragged by the mouse, his hands and feet can also shake indiscriminately, and even his body rotates, struggling over and over again, with his back to Mo Qian for a while, and Mo Qian facing head-on for a while.

When he faced the 'camera', Mo Qian could see his terrifying face, and the emotion was extremely real.

"Tick tock. Sean, a strong man, was scared to pee, and the yellow liquid remained at the bottom of the screen.

Mo Qian moved Sean and put it aside, and then clicked on the lump of urine again, and found that it could also be dragged, and even, right-clicking can open a bunch of operations, including cut, copy, paste, upload, compress, uninstall and rename, etc., and even view its properties, it really looks like a piece of software.

However, when he clicked on the attributes, the lump of urine disappeared directly, as if it had never appeared.

Mo Qian put the mouse on Sean again, and the right button also clicked a series of things.

"Don't!," Sean shouted in fear.

Mo Qian stopped, he knew that Sean could exist, it must be an uncertain state, and it was absolutely impossible to explore why it existed, and once he looked at the details of his program, the basis of his existence collapsed, collapsing into a very realistic result: its existence was wrong.

"Don't worry, I won't destroy you, you calm down. What the hell do you feel, and why are you so afraid?", Mo Qian asked as he typed into the text.

Sean said incoherently, "Closed...... Crushing...... I do not know...... It's weird here...... I don't know ......."

He couldn't describe how he felt, and he couldn't tell what he saw.

This made Mo Qian very disappointed, looked at the large row of game icons on the desktop, and secretly thought that he could only take him to various game servers, and if he wanted to live simply on the desktop, he would go crazy.

First of all, it's better to be in 3D, click the mouse directly to upload it, and then think that the landing point is somewhere on the map of Azeroth, and send it over.

Sean appeared directly in Shining Gold on one of Azeroth's servers.

Mo Qian opened a coalition number, a teleportation, aimed at Sean, and immediately came to his side.

Looking at the upper right corner, he saw that the server was indeed random.

"Oh my God...... Where is this?" Sean looked at the bizarre game world, feeling that every plant and tree here was so weird, and there were many wild wolves not far away, swimming meaninglessly.

"This is Azeroth, and this is just the first stop. ”

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