Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 908 "Hongyuan Tianchi"!
Song Shi Xiangqian.

Without warning, time seemed to stand still for him. The ephemeral transformation that filled his vision slowed down a thousandfold, revealing even the smallest details. The chaotic tsunami, the trajectory of each wave, was clearly visible. The faces of Miao Liluan, Orion Kog, and everyone else, along with their different expressions, were reflected in his pupils.

[Consensus] Masters on the path of cultivation can artificially lengthen and accelerate their thought processes through psychic arts, achieving a form of time acceleration that applies only to "themselves." If they choose to maintain this acceleration, it is tantamount to a special kind of longevity, granting them several times, even dozens of times, the lifespan of ordinary people.

Song Shi felt that he was experiencing this.

He breathed, and each inhale and exhale became so long. Song Shi witnessed a breath—its essence was unknown, but to him it appeared to be a cluster of air. This cluster of air was swallowed, pressed into his abdomen, swirled, and then slowly exhaled from his mouth.

It brought with it a sharp, undeniable pain.

The source is the internal organs, as well as the throat.

Old wounds hadn't healed, and new ones were added. Song Shi wasn't one of those who chose to freely adjust their senses or simply block out pain. For him, pain actually made life more meaningful, bringing a vibrant joy.

Song Shi took another breath, a deep, forceful one. This time, the pain intensified considerably.

Perhaps it's an illusion, but the world-shattering transformations I see appear larger than they initially were.
It's not an illusion.

The other person had indeed grown a little larger, as it was closer to him. Song Shi suddenly realized that time hadn't truly stopped. In fact, even if an "individual's" time did indeed stand still, people outside of that individual would still persevere and move forward.

Then Song Shi became oblivious to the ever-approaching transformation of the world; he simply examined himself.

The spirit is flowing, boiling, and anticipating.

No, it's not psychic energy. Song Shi thought to himself, psychic energy is a projection of the self, an extension of the will, what I'm truly waiting for.

is himself.

As his thoughts flowed, Song Shi continued forward, and his examination yielded yet another result.

If Song Shi of the past was like a raging, ever-burning blaze, then he now was a flickering, much thinner flame. Psychic energy is irrational, but it does have some logic. In Song Shi's current state, let alone defeating "The Metamorphosis of the Floating World," even simply trying to break through the encirclement with Ogden and VE would be extremely difficult.

Song Shi couldn't help but sigh.

Chaklo Vaughn had no such concerns. Before the True Spirit, the "Paradox of Reversal," his state remained constant, neither increasing nor decreasing. From then on, to defeat him, one either had to shatter the "Paradox of Reversal" in one fell swoop with an incredibly powerful force, or one had to be like Zenryusatsuna or Obi-chan, who were skilled in calculating changes and specialized in solving problems, and unravel the "Paradox of Reversal" little by little.

And what about myself?
Can't do it.

I don't want to do it.

"The Paradox of Reversal" seems powerful and is indeed very powerful, but it is not what one desires. The synonym for constancy is immutability. Chakro certainly gained an unbreakable and eternally constant state that neither increases nor decreases, but this also means that he gave up a hysterical, limit-breaking killing move like "A Glimpse of Heaven".

However, the opponent rarely does this kind of thing in his life. Chakro's past record shows that he is used to a steady approach, not seeking speed, but simply going head-to-head and crushing the enemy step by step.

crunch.

A distorted sound, sharp enough to make your teeth ache, abruptly seeped into your thoughts, which had been frozen in time.

Song Shi glanced around and saw that the Floating World Transformation had taken another step forward. Was the distance between the two sides five thousand meters? Three thousand meters? There was not much difference. No matter how many kilometers it was, it could be considered close-range combat for a spiritual energy user of this level.

The environment seemed to collapse under its weight; the once pure sea of ​​fire gradually developed countless cracks. Its oppressive arrival forcibly shattered his thoughts, brutally dragging Song Shi back to reality, to continue the unfinished battle.

Song Shi ignored it.

He didn't look at the ephemeral world, but instead looked at his own palm, slowly furrowing his brow. Then, he flipped his palm over, transforming it into a searching hand. It moved and grasped with his gaze, as if desperately trying to hold onto something. The drifting willow catkins, the wisp of draped gauze, the drifting fishing line—these hazy, indistinct, and elusive things were precisely grasped by Song Shi, and then casually discarded.

The third stage of the True Spirit, the end of the fifth ring.

They are only one step away from the unattainable "Throne of Gods," which holds Terra in the palm of their hand and can be manipulated at will. From the founding to the fall of the Corporate Alliance, even including its predecessor, the United Government, and rebels like Chaklo Vaughn, in more than two hundred years, no more than five psionicists have ever reached this point.

If this were in the Eastern Continent in earlier years, such cultivation would have made it possible for someone to become the ruler of the Eastern Continent and the Heavenly Emperor who would dominate heaven, earth, and the underworld.

And now.
Song Shi's hands stopped moving and searching. He raised his gaze, looking straight ahead for the first time, staring at the ephemeral world and the others standing further away, surrounding and surrounding him.

Before anyone knew it, Song Shi raised his index finger.

The lifting motion was very slight, very gentle, very slow, so that even an ordinary person could see it clearly.

But in that one movement, Song Shi's aura suddenly became chaotic, as if struck by lightning. You could even see a massive number of cracks bursting out all over his body in an instant. Then, the swirling flames suddenly went out.

This was not the end. Then, as if a chain reaction had started, the flames around Song Shi went out, and then, like dominoes, the once mighty sea of ​​flames in the distance all dissipated and went out.

During this process, Song Shi's aura was no longer even a flickering flame; it had become a teetering spark that could be blown out at any moment.

Mars.

Song Shi revealed an incredibly bright smile.

A cluster of sparks adorned the tip of his raised index finger, as if he were pinching a roadside wildflower, a crystal-clear snowflake in winter, or a fleeting morning dew. He released his hand and flicked it gently.

Mars out of reach of the hand—

It got out of control before anyone even realized what was happening.

Fragmented information ignited, and a dangerous virus burst forth due to the high temperature, turning the turbid waves into a chilling red color. A cluster of sparks, like falling into a forest that had been dry all winter, spread like wildfire and burst into flames!

The person standing closest to VE couldn't help but cover her mouth.

One moment it was a spark that slipped from his hand, the next it turned everything it touched into flammable firewood, merging into its outline and transforming into a vast, raging fire worthy of being called "brilliant"!
After first awakening his psychic powers and traveling a very, very long way, the psychic named "Song Shi" relinquished his knowledge of the true spirit.

The "infinite" achievement was not attained by one person alone.

Instead, it uses the "self" to leverage the "external," unrestrainedly devouring everything, and giving birth to something from self-destruction—

"unlimited".

(End of this chapter)