"It's narrow-minded! I'm still narrow-minded! ”

Feng Xue looked at the model of the school in front of her, and immediately realized that she had always known it, but always used it as a background board.

In ancient times, strange tales were once called gods.

Perhaps for a long time, because of the proper nouns such as "knowledge", "strange talk", "tag", "element", "entry", etc., he subconsciously regarded "strange talk" and "god" as different things, even if he met Cain, the god of Seth, and even the eldest lady of the Yu Ke family, it did not make him reverse this thinking.

But now, when the rule of "doing a specific thing at a specific time and in a specific place can condense [consciousness] and produce phantom objects" appeared, a term involuntarily appeared in his mind-

"Rituals".

And the appearance of the word ritual finally shattered the cognitive barrier in Feng Xue's mind, making him truly realize that strange talk is essentially "god".

And the difference, in fact, is just another way of speaking.

Replace "Knowledge" with "Faith".

Replace Element with Divinity.

Replace Tag with Godhead.

Replace [Entry] with [Divine Fire].

Faith gathers divinity, divinity condenses divinity, and godhead ignites divine fire, and an extremely standard belief in divinity has emerged.

"It turns out that the answer has already been revealed, is this the so-called cognitive obstacle?" Feng Xue touched her chin, but shook her head again, in fact, it doesn't make sense to associate strange talk with belief in God, or it is harmful, if you abandon that sense of familiarity, compared to terms such as Godhead and divinity, the nouns of the [knowledge] system are actually more straightforward and easier to operate, allowing you to condense Godhead, and let you label yourself, it is undoubtedly easier to understand the latter.

But as long as you connect the gods with the strange tale and replace the bad omen, the structure of this level is not difficult to understand.

If this omen is regarded as "God", then everything in the school is "believers" of God, and believers perform "rituals" to induce the power of God to come down and "sanctify" objects.

After the sanctified items are used by believers, more faith power is condensed, and after that, believers sacrifice the holy objects that condense the power of faith to strengthen the power of God, so as to gain more divine power and sanctify more items.

"Perfect cycle, no wonder every character has to be recycled, because its essence is part of this ritual. Judging from the fact that the ghost king was able to enslave the soul of the player before, I am afraid that many of the students in this school are also the players who enter later and the ghosts they carry. In other words, most of the levels that can be put on the sign are filled by players.

"This game macro-controls every dungeon, whether it is the player's platform sign, or the two systems of ghosts and insects, in essence, it is to cultivate more [knowledge].

"Players in the ghost system have a strong obsession, while players in the insect system have great desires, and no matter which system they have, they all have a strong will, which is undoubtedly the best material for generating [knowledge].

"And the stepped structure of this world is also to condense cognition step by step, from ordinary people's vigilance and fear of ghosts, to the collection and use of ghosts by players, and then to the reverse output after finally becoming a 'ghost', the cognition is deepened step by step, and [knowledge] is directed in the direction of ghosts through the general environment.

"The whole world is like a super-large ritual, through layers of selection and training, creating enough powerful players, and sacrificing them, and finally becoming a living sacrifice of one bad omen ritual."

Feng Xue circled around the model, although the whole logic was very smooth, and there was even a sense of "I have solved all the secrets of this world", but he still felt that something was wrong.

After all, after spending so much effort and making so many bad omen venues, the final conclusion is really to cultivate a bad omen like an infinite city?

In other words, the [knowledge] possessed by this model at the moment has far surpassed the super-large bad omen that exists in those infinite cities, but it still shows no signs of transforming into illusions or strange stories, and as for the resurrection of that predecessor, there is not even a shadow.

"There is nothing wrong with the plan itself, there is no fault in the logic, what is the problem? Time? Perhaps, after all, I haven't entered the concept of time of the immortal species, maybe the predecessors of this world are also a big guy who has restarted the world several times like the eldest lady of the Ke family, and is idle and bored to commit suicide? ”

Feng Xue muttered in his heart, but he felt that thinking this way was too negative, because this thing was the same as the pink fire-breathing dragon in the garage, which could not be falsified or verified, and it was impossible for him to wait in this world for tens or hundreds of years to see if it could be done.

At this moment, Feng Xue finally realized the significance of Tiangong's sub-light speed cruise, even if it was this kind of experiment that took hundreds of years, as long as he waited on it for a year and a half, it would basically be done.

"The problem is that the time on the Babylon Tower side can't afford to wait, who knows if the Qingxing Lantern will secretly rob the city lord." Feng Xue felt that she couldn't put her hope on the competitive spirit of Qingxing Deng, and she didn't feel that she and her previous weird talk of more than a hundred layers would wait for her.

In fact, if it was Feng Xue before the crossing, he should have chosen to be rotten at this time, after all, even if there was really a city lord in Infinite City, he might not be targeting himself.

But although Wu's life was short, it left a deep spiritual imprint on him, the profound experience that there is no tomorrow today, so that he could not put his hope in others.

Nothing is the most uneasy life, and only by constantly climbing to the heights can we suppress the uneasiness about our own existence.

"People live for peace of mind."

Feng Xue narrowed her eyes, reached out and took out a bunch of packing cloths twisted into the size of lychees from her waist bag, although the storage waist bag has a limit on the size of the entrance, but it itself has advantages that other storage props can't match-

It has no capacity cap.

Therefore, after Feng Xue's "garbage freedom", she often used packing cloths to pack all kinds of chickens and dogs into them, including some comedian fantasy objects.

In Feng Xue's field of vision, those phantoms that were entangled in the roots would be injected with a large amount of mosaic data, causing the structure of the phantom object itself to collapse, and then the tentacles only needed a little force to completely destroy the originally indestructible phantom.

At the same time as the phantom object is destroyed, a large amount of data will overflow wildly, pouring into the mosaic data like a black cloud, and become a part of it.

Seeing this, Feng Xue instead stopped the loser behavior of throwing phantoms, but took out another packing cloth, and with a shake of his hand, a large number of black balls fell into the sand table.

Yes, black balls, Feng Xue has not stopped refining phantoms since he got the golden finger, but most of them will disintegrate into this kind of black ball that he calls the "seed of bad omen".

To put it bluntly, this thing is a collection of dirty data, which can only exist in an environment rich in [knowledge] such as Infinite City, and will directly volatilize in the real world.

Although the production is very high, this thing is of no use to him as a strange talker, as for poisoning......

I can't eat this kind of thing!

However, seeing that it can mass-produce the effect of bad omen, Feng Xue still did not discard it directly, but stored it in a packing cloth, in case he encounters a ruthless character like the eldest lady of the Ke family, this thing may be able to work wonders.

And now, countless black balls were sprinkled by him on the sand table.

(End of chapter)