No pain, no gain.

This is a phrase that Clark often instilled in him from his father in his previous life, as a steelworker in the eighties, his father suffered a lot in his life, but in the end he did not become a master.

However, it wasn't until today that he understood that if he wanted to become a master, in addition to suffering hardships, he also had to have a hard foundation.

It's like those bigwigs who have become famous, and they have never said how much they have suffered and how many sins they have suffered at the beginning, and they have to work hard for 996, but they never mention who their ex-girlfriends and father-in-law are.

Clark had confidence in his heart, he knew that the suffering he had endured would eventually pay off, and he could persevere until now.

And when the pain of being reborn and cutting the marrow reached its highest point, his consciousness had begun to flutter and weaken, and the physical restraint on him had reached the lowest point in history.

It seemed that with a slight struggle, he could break free from this small cage.

No, maybe he's already broken free.

Heaven and earth are no longer heaven and earth!

Clark could clearly see that the basement in front of him was still full of soft golden light, and a grief-stricken Hermione was cowering by the wall, looking at him with tears streaming down her face.

Above Quirrell's head, a dark miniature cloud was clinging to his little head like a hat, suppressed by the golden light that filled the room.

That should be Voldemort's remnant soul, he can actually see the essence of the soul and gain the ability of spiritual vision.

He looked down again, and saw that his body was lying quietly on the floor, his face as pale as paper, and his chest not heaving.

To be precise, his whole person was light and fluttering, floating above his head without any weight, and he saw his body.

"I'm dead! Is this a soul out-of-body? ”

A thought came to Clarke's mind, and he remembered the Taoist out-of-body and yin gods that he had seen in his previous life.

It turns out that this so-called washing point is really reopened!

However, the [Chaos Magic] of the [Sorcerer] class is a mixture of bloodline power and spiritual power, which exists in the middle of the physical and spiritual dimensions. To get rid of them completely, either the body or the soul must be destroyed.

Of course, Clark's soul can't be destroyed, so he has to die again.

When his physical body completely lost its vital signs, the circulating magic power suddenly had a chain reaction, and the blood power that originally belonged to the body became heavy and stagnant, while the spiritual power that belonged to the soul was more active and frivolous.

It was as if the building block tower had been removed from the bottom of the pedestal, and the [Chaos Magic] began to irreversibly decompose and fission.

And under the nourishment of the spiritual power that overflowed after the decomposition of this magic power, Clark's soul that came out of his body became more and more condensed, his thoughts became clearer and clearer, and the spirit body became more and more sensitive to the surroundings.

He could even clearly perceive that a mysterious power was pouring out of the earth beneath his feet and the surrounding castle walls, pouring into his soul in a continuous stream to help him maintain his soul's existence.

"This is? It's Hogwarts Castle protecting me! It is the lake surface mirror ceremony that passed at the time of entrance to school at the beginning of the school that plays a role. ”

Clark quickly reacted, and he found that he could use this protective force to return to his shell and wait for the professor's rescue in suspended animation.

Of course, he can also choose not to go back, but in the case of ischemia and lack of oxygen, brain cells will generally die completely after six minutes, and at that time, without a physical body, he can only transform into Hogwarts Earth Bound Spirit with the help of this power.

In addition to these two options, Clark has a third option, in addition to suffering, he also has a backstage.

Clark could clearly feel, no, see, that, in addition to the help given to him by Hogwarts Castle, there was also a special rainbow of light that emerged from the center of his body's eyebrows, like an umbilical cord, connected to his abdomen.

It was the help of the Godhead of the God of Knowledge, the Wizard profession had been cleaned up, and the information and energy of the Psychic Warlock had begun to flow down this spiritual umbilical cord into his soul to transform him.

He felt as if he had been pulled by the portkey at his navel, and involuntarily flew into space, the deep universe and the twinkling stars revolving around him, pulling out long silver lines; It was as if I had gone into the ground and seen hot magma and floating metal particles, and the bulging black-red lava bubbles were like ill-intentioned eyes.

The scale of space becomes extremely large at one time, and extremely small at another.

"You think you know everything about the world?"

A tranquil and peaceful, Dumbledore-like voice began to echo in Clarke's ears, a powerful thrust against his back, sending him forward! Forward!

"You think the physical universe is everything?"

The light around him began to distort, as if he had been drilled into a kaleidoscope tunnel, he didn't know whether he was up or down, the direction of space was meaningless, anyway, all kinds of light rays pulled out a long band of light around him.

Then, there was another sudden shock, and it was instantly still, and Clark even felt that his consciousness rushed out of his soul under the strong inertia.

"What is true?"

He was suspended above the huge pupil, the dark golden iris was like a radial ravine, and in the black abyss in the center of the pupil, a bright pillar of light rose to the sky, as if it was a golden avenue, sucking him in.

"What is Illusion?"

His body continued to split and recombine in the golden light, and he seemed to become a particle, spanning infinite distances, and then combining at the other end of the cosmic dimension.

No, maybe this isn't another universe.

"What kind of secrets are hidden behind what you know?"

All kinds of strange things appeared in his field of vision, in the sea of white brains, hundreds of billions of brain neuronal cells stretched like octopuses, and strange nerve tentacles were swaying and spreading.

"At the source of reality, the spirit may be connected to the material."

The fish and shrimp of memory shuttled between the nerves of the brain, occasionally captured by the nerve tentacles, and Clark walked through them, countless tentacles entwined him, and joy, anger, sorrow and joy came to his heart.

"Ideas sculpt reality."

He looked down at his palm, and on each finger there were five tiny fingers like tentacles, and on these little fingers, five smaller fingers stretched out, and his hand began to infinitely fractal.

The fingerprints on the palm began to divide, and it turned out that his palm was also composed of fingers, and his whole person was actually a "finger man" composed of fingers.

"The world is infinite, and only the universe of the mind can hold it."

Clark found himself getting smaller and smaller, more and more insignificant, while the surrounding brain neuron cells were getting bigger and bigger, each cell was like a vast galaxy, and where were the tentacles of those nerve tentacles, they were clearly the cantilever of the Milky Way.

When the line of sight is infinitely far away, you can see that every star that shimmers is a spark of thought, and every collision of stars is an alternation of chemical transmitters.

The universe and the brain, the very big and the small, at this moment infinitely tend to be unified, maybe his life is just a dream of this cosmic brain.

"Who are you? Who is the real you in this multiverse? Mr. Puwit? Zhang wei? Or - Ogma? ”