Drastic changes are taking place between the consciousness of the trinity of Yuanxun, Xishen and me in the sea of knowledge: on the one hand, my consciousness is increasing, my will is firmer, my cognition is clearer, my thinking is more open, and my feelings are more profound. On the other hand, this strengthening of self-consciousness promotes a closer integration between the mind and the self-consciousness, so that the mind is also strengthened, and an invisible force is born. This kind of power is somewhat similar to the power of the divine thoughts generated by the perception of the wish stars during the cultivation of the Yuan Fetal Realm, but those divine thoughts are discrete and grain by grain. And now, this kind of power similar to divine thought, within the consciousness of the Trinity, is like the tide of the vast ocean, surging Pengbai, the huge waves are monstrous, and with a majestic momentum of swallowing the sky, it wants to break through the last barrier of fusion with Yuan Xun.

Yuan Xun is like a bottomless pit, constantly devouring these powers, as if he can never meet his needs.

Mordin's heart is as calm as water. He continued to experience, constantly perceive, and constantly understand, and his mind became more and more firm, and his consciousness became more and more clear. He looked back on the various visualizations and aspirations in the process of cultivation, examined these experiences from a higher perspective, and through the surface of things, he discovered the inner and essential connections, and gained a kind of countless epiphanies of seeing that the mountains were not mountains and the sea was not seas, and the world completely changed in his eyes. The original illusory and distant visualizations have become imprints one by one, condensed in conscious beliefs, and become a part of one's own thoughts.

The growing consciousness prompted the rest of the gods to generate even greater power, and the raging waves turned into monstrous floods, rushing towards Yuan Xun. In the virtual "real" world in the sea of knowledge, dark clouds pressed on the top, golden lightning slashed towards the earth, as if to penetrate the whole world, and roaring thunder came from the depths of the universe, roaring to shake all obstacles.

Suddenly, an unprecedented huge golden lightning bolt pierced the entire world of Zhihai, and after that, the dark clouds dissipated, the thunder and lightning were silent, and the sky was clear again, and then, everything began to shake, gradually becoming blurred, transparent, and illusory, and finally all disappeared.

Mordin's sea of consciousness is gone, replaced by a world of utter chaos. The chaos, the chaos, the disorder, made Mordin, who was completely unprepared, almost faint.

"It's too complicated, billions of times more complicated than the blue sea of light of the Breathing God!" Mordin tried to shrink his mind, trying not to be confused by his consciousness in this chaotic world.

Yuan Xun has merged with my consciousness, or rather, with the help of that majestic power, my consciousness broke through the last barrier and successfully controlled Yuan Xun. Since then, his cultivation has entered a new realm, that is, the Yuan Shen Realm. But what he didn't expect was that after entering the Yuan Shen Realm, it would be such a situation.

"It may be that after entering the Yuan Shen Realm, the amount of information received is too large, and my consciousness can't handle it, so confusion will occur. While thinking, Mordin contracted his consciousness to minimize the interference of the complex information on his consciousness, and slowly, this feeling of fainting was reduced a lot, and he stabilized his mind and carefully explored this chaotic world.

Countless lattices, curves, and patterns are displayed in consciousness, they are irregular, entangled with each other, constantly changing, disappearing and appearing, like a microscopic quantum world that can only be described by mathematical formulas.

Suddenly, something very familiar appeared in his consciousness: a red light kept jumping.

"Red tarantula virus? It used to stay in Zhihai, I haven't seen it for a few days, and now Zhihai has suddenly disappeared, where is it?" Mordin wanted to communicate with it, but he didn't know how to make a sound. The sea of consciousness disappears, and the consciousness of the Trinity returns to its original position, combined with the consciousness of the brain, and is no longer a separate individual, and can no longer speak in the virtual world.

"What are you doing here?" Mordin asked subconsciously.

"I'm still in your brain, I can't get out!" Unexpectedly, Mordin received this message from the tarantula at once.

"Hey, you don't need to open your mouth to send a message?" Mordin thought strangely, just now he consciously wanted to ask a question to the tarantula, but he didn't expect to be received by the tarantula, is this just communicating with divine thoughts?

"Come here, I have something to ask you. Mordin sent another message.

The tarantula stared at Mordine with a fearful eye, its legs curled together and refused to move.

Mordin's mind moved, and an invisible force pulled it closer, and the tarantula at this time was as huge as a small mountain, full of spider hair, and the terrifying mouth was like a pair of steel tongs, sharp and huge.

"I'm going to ask you a question, and you're going to answer it honestly!" Mordin sent again.

"Yes, I will tell you the truth. "The massive tarantula was as weak as a small worm in Mordin's eyes, and he could crush the tarantula into powder with the slightest thought.

"I ask you, where did you get those outer senses?" Mordin remembered the red points of light of the tarantula he had seen in the sea of consciousness, which could probe the structure of the immune cells in Mordin's body, so that he kept mutating and avoiding the devouring of the plague cells. So Mordin concluded that those red points of light were the tarantula's outer consciousness.

"It's copied by your divine thoughts. The tarantula replied honestly.

"My Divine Thoughts, but my Divine Thoughts can only be perceived in my sea of consciousness, and cannot reach beyond the range of my sea of consciousness?"

"It's the same, except you have to reframe them. ”

"How?" Mordin asked.

The tarantula blinked in embarrassment: "I can't say clearly, I can only do it and not say it." ”

"Then you can make another one for me. ”

The tarantula looked at Mordin in embarrassment: "But I don't have any thoughts at all now, so I can't do it." ”

"Do you need my divine thoughts?" asked Mordin.

The tarantula nodded.

"Will this work?" Mordin, unleashing an invisible force.

The tarantula had a greedy look in its eyes, and it nodded vigorously, but its eyes looked at Mordin, not daring to absorb the power without permission.

"I allow you to absorb these powers and show me your divine thoughts. ”

When the tarantula heard this, it couldn't wait to open its mouth and absorb all those powers in an instant, and then its size increased several times, and its eyes became brighter.

"Hurry up!" Mordin urged.

A circle of red light emitted from the tarantula's head, spreading outward like ripples, but only a small layer of diffusion, and then stopped there, and the spider looked at Mordin, as if to ask if enough was enough?

Mordin thought it was funny, and this guy was really stingy. He constricted his mind and carefully looked at the things in this thin aperture, and found that the mixed information in this aperture changed wonderfully: the dots and curves were no longer chaotic and intertwined, but showed an orderly arrangement and fluctuation, like some kind of outline that composed things.

Mordin unleashed some more power at it, "Bigger!" he ordered the tarantula.

The aperture on the tarantula's head expanded again, and Mordin was surprised to find that in the process of expanding the aperture, those chaotic and disorderly information seemed to be at the mercy of the big hand that had been invisible, and immediately turned into an orderly pattern, which could be distinguished clearly.

"Hurry up!" Mordin sent a huge force to it, and the tarantula's body suddenly couldn't bear it, and it desperately radiated a red circle of light outward, otherwise its body would turn back and explode instantly.

"Oh...... I see!" Mordin found that in the process of moving from chaos to order, not only those invisible forces are at work, but also those forces need to follow a certain route through the void, connecting those scattered dots and curves together to form a regular pattern. The path of the tarantula's driving power is extremely complex, but it is as clear as it is engraved in Mordin's mind in front of Mordin's powerful consciousness.

"I'll give it a try, too. He let go of the tarantula for a moment, unleashed the power of his consciousness, and tried to weave the chaotic shapes into the chaotic void around him, following the path that the tarantula demonstrated.

"Huh!" Mordin immediately sensed the problem: the path of these forces in the void was fixed, like the feeling of a hand touching an object and his fingertips wandering along the outline of the object. It's just that his fingers can only touch one outline, and he feels like he's touching countless objects at the same time, so many that he can't believe it.

"There is a door!" he immediately increased the output of his power, and the path became more and more complex, more lines were revealed, and more outlines were clearly displayed in his consciousness.

"It's like the microscopic structure of an object!" The sheer number of these objects was far beyond the limits of what his consciousness could hold. He had no choice but to abandon this level of identification, and began to use some other route models of tarantulas to begin to output power, and the macroscopic structure of some objects finally appeared in consciousness: lattices, defects, molecular clusters, textures, .......

As this temptation widened, a pointed rock appeared in his consciousness, and he finally used his consciousness to "see" a real object in reality: the corner of a rock on his left.

The corner of the rock that is "seen" in consciousness is exactly the same as the rock seen by the eyes in terms of perspective, orientation and shape, except that what the line of sight sees is the image formed by the reflection of light on the surface of the rock into the pupil, and can only see one side of the rock, while the consciousness can "see" the back of the rock and the internal structure of the stone, just like a holographic X-ray transmission image is generally completely three-dimensional, and in view of this, the rock shape "seen" in Mordin's consciousness is not distinguished by color.

If you can see a corner of the rock, then you can go through the same path and output more power, and you can expand the range of perception.

Mordin continued to unleash his power, and the construction of the path model became faster and faster, and soon, in his consciousness, he constructed a complete, all-encompassing three-dimensional image of himself: the rock leaning behind him, the sea in front of him, the rock sitting below him, and Binny on his right.

The image of Benny is very interesting, Mordin can clearly see the magical impenetrable armor on the surface of Benny's body, the hard metal plate layer under the armor, his metal joints, brackets and drive motors, as well as the integrated circuit boards inside Binny's body, the memory, and various sensors and detection instruments under the mask of his head. Mordin couldn't help but marvel at the intricacy of Binny's body structure, and was well aware of the terrifying powers that the robot possessed, including his magical spikes: a tiny laser emitting gun and a high-voltage discharger. Mordin felt the tarantula raise its head, and its two dark eyes were looking at him strangely. ()

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